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Opposites attarct... - Pedri Oneshot

Pairing: Pedri Gonzales x RealMadrid!fem!Reader

Summary: Pedri plays for Barcelona, you're a die hard Real Madrid fan... your relationship is like a ticking time bomb. And just as you suspected: Everyone has something to say about it. Lucky for you, Pedri is very much above stupid comments from fans and he'll always show you how much he loves you.

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: Pedri and Reader are in a established relationship, Reader is implied to be spanish/from spain, Reader is not communicating well at all, probably very abrupt ending but I was running out of ideas, very little swearing, other than that it's just fluff (lowkey turned angst), not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: Oh my god, I can't believe it has already been a month and a few days. I'm so sorry, but after the whole Squid Game Season 3 thing I was so demotivated to write. Here's some things that have happened in the time being: School finally ended (I'll be graduating next year... yikes), I went on a solo vacation with my friends in spain (literally came back yesterday), got my heart broken for the first time by a guy younger than me (I've been left on delievered for 6 hours now🫩), and I re-discovered my love for anime. I'll try uploading more consistently again, don't worry!

There's only three things wrong about Pedri: He stays up way too late watching weird reality tv shows and then complains that he's tired, he stopped wearing skinny jeans way too late as well and he actually fell in love with someone who supports his biggest rival.

When it first came out that you, a very open madridista, started dating Pedri, whom you met through a friend of a friend of a friend, all hell broke loose. Both your friendgroup and your family laughed when they found out, just calling you a traitor or asking if you were high while making that decision. It wasn't much better on Pedri's side either.

"Nah dude, you're joking," Gavi quickly ripped the phone out if his friends hands, zooming in on a picture of you. As soon as he spotted you in a Real Madrid jersey, he looked back at Pedri and laughed like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Like, he actually couldn't. "Don't get me wrong, she's beautiful.. but," Pedri rolled his eyes and snatched his phone back, "Seriously? Genuinely? Actually? A Madrid fan? Do you need to see a doctor?" The question was lighthearted and Pedri did laugh along, but something about Gavi's words still bothered him a bit. "Come on man. She's the best person you'll ever meet, I promise."

Thankfully you were accepted with open arms by his teammates, their girlfriends or wives and basically anyone around him.

What no one could deny was how sickly you were in love with this man. To you, love transcends football and while this is probably hilarious to some people, the amount of threats that began filling your inbox on instagram was scary to say the least.

It wasn't like those mean comments took away from your confidence in your relationship with him, but they still did their damage. You often found yourself scrolling through the comments on the latest instagram post of one of those gossip sites, and no matter how often you tried to force yourself not to read those.. you still did. You were curious, you wanted to know what people thought about you, you thought you were above it. But you really weren't.

Pedri didn't know about this. He was certainly the more sane one between the two of you, but he was already media trained, so it didn't count. He knew when and when not to engage with fans, what to do when people suddenly started to turn on you and so on. Sometimes you asked him, very nonchalantly, what he thought others said about your relationship. "Uhm.. I don't know? I don't care either, I mean, they don't dictate my life."

Another thing was, that made people around Pedri raise their eyebrows, the fact that you wouldn't ever wear one of his Barcelona jerseys.

"Okay, sorry not sorry but I will absolutely not put that on, Pedro." Your boyfriend looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes while trying to hand you one of his jerseys. The color combination of blue, yellow and red made your skin crawl. "Mi vida, please.." You huffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, slowly taking steps back when he tried to make you take the shirt. "You're acting like you're allergic to it!" In some way, you were. But Pedri didn't want to understand that, it seemed like.

Instead, you wore jerseys of his national team — One you can actually identify with. Your love for your boyfriend was big, but so was your love for Real Madrid. Pedri never got angry or upset with you whenever you declined wearing anything Barca related (because, yes, even to this day he will ask you), but you could tell it did something with his ego.

He just loved seeing you wear something that immediately marked you as his. He loved waking up to you wearing his kit with his name on your back.

Today was one of those slow mornings, Pedri didn't have training first thing and you weren't all too busy with your studies, so you finally had some time for yourself. Even though your boyfriends body was basically programmed to wake up as early as possible to get ready for the day, it was almost impossible to wake him up whenever he knew he could sleep in. So, it was only you for a couple of hours.

With heavy steps, you sleepily walked downstairs to start with breakfast. The house thankfully didn't feel so empty, since you knew your boyfriend was still sleeping in your shared bed. Admittedly, you often felt lonely when you woke up alone, did chores around the house alone, ate alone... that's the time where you were most likely to engage in all the gossip about yourself.

You couldn't help but wish for a friend, for someone who'd understand the situation you were in, but, frankly, it was hard fitting in. Other WAG's connected so easily, naturally, like they've been friends for years now. Sure, no one treated you like an alien or an outsider, but no one would actually approach you if they didn't have to.

With thoughts like that going through your head first thing in the morning, your day was bound to start off really great!

You grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet once you had reached the kitchen and opened the blinds (just for the sun to flashbang you back to reality) and made yourself a coffee. The buzzing sound of the coffee machine ringing through your home was easily one of the most irritating things of your day — Especially when you already woke up annoyed.

While waiting, you leaned against the counter and swiped through TikTok on your phone, hoping something could distract you for a bid. Most of the time you felt stupid when feeling things like this and it would probably be for the better if you just spoke to Pedri about this.. but then you would feel stupid as well.

Just as destiny wanted it, you came across another video basically shaming Pedri for having a madridista as his girlfriend. You weren't even going to lie, the video in itself was hilarious and you would've probably laughed as well, if it wasn't about you. Your thumb immediately went to press the button for the comments, combing through each and every one of them.

"I'd say this is Ter Stegen's fault.."

"I bet this is just a publicity stunt"

"WHAT is my goat doing bro."

You squinted, reminding yourself that those are just teenagers. Yeah. Stupid dumb teenagers who know nothing about love and you and Pedri and your relationship and your personal life and-

"Good morning."

Pedris voice ripped you out of your thoughts and made your head snap back to where he was standing, finishing off your cup of coffee himself. "Oh- my god, you scared me!" Pedri snickered and shook his head at your startled expression while sliding your drink next to you on the counter. "How? You always complain you can hear me come down the stairs from miles away."

He went to hug you from the back, his warm hands coming to rest on your waist while he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but what his eyes were actually focused on was your phone. "What's this?" Before you could say anything, the brunette had already snatched the device from your hands and started to read the comments you were reading, too.

"Wha— Hey! Pedri, what the hell give it back."

"Uh, no wait, I'm not finished! Why are you reading all these?"

"I'm not, it's nothing, I was just... curious."

Pedri looked at you like you were talking gibberish and continued to scroll down the comment section, his eyes narrowing with every second. "Curious? About what?"

"What they have to say about me." You reluctantly admitted and took a sip of your coffee to not look him in the eyes. "What do you mean? Wait, you actually care about this stuff?"

You refused to look your boyfriend in the eyes and that's all that he needed to see. He understood, of course, anyone who didn't was an idiot. "Is this why you've been so stressed lately?" Pedri looked at you with soft eyes and set your phone down next to you.

"No... okay, maybe."

"Didn't I tell you to ignore those types of posts? Baby, they're never going to stop talking so just leave it. There's nothing wrong with you, you know that."

"It's hard to ignore it when everyone on the planet seems to have a problem with you and your relationship!"

Before you were even done complaining, Pedri's arms wrapped around you in a tight hug that made you forget what you wanted to say in the first place. He cradled your face against the crook of his neck and didn't say anything. You didn't, either. You were too tired to fight him anymore, so you gave in and hugged him back.

"It's just football." He mumbled into your hair and kisses your forehead. "It's not just football and you know it. It's your whole life. Maybe it would be better if you dated someone who will actually support your team."

"Nonsense, don't say stuff like that." Pedri pulled back just enough so he could see your face. You looked at him with genuine concern, which made his heart shatter. "I love you. I chose you and I'd do it again." Sure, he said that to you every day, but this time felt more special. Your gaze softened the more you looked him in the eyes and realized that your problem probably wasn't that deep anyway.

"I love you too."

"And now stop ruining your day by engaging in this bullshit."

You laughed. "Okay, I will."

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happy bday to our smiliest madridista ever 🥹🧸

hala vini forever!

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So we all noticed Nam-gyu quoting Thanos’s rap too, right, I’m not just crazy

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hey... can you please make a part 2 to your squid game fic where the reader is a teen but.. like.. have her die? anyways your writing is so good!

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader Part 2

(Read Part 1 here)

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warings: Mentions of death, violence, choking, stabbing, implications of misogyny, canon character death, reader literally DIES, this is set in Season 3, the giving-birth situation, idk I'm very bad at writing violent scenes I'm sorry😞🥀, this is basically just angst, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

Tags: @katscloudy @applepie1000 @calijimenez @nightlark100 @okayiamkassandra

A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK LONGER THAN I WANTED, but I was so busy with school and speaking exams and ahhhhh I was so stressed all week long. This is probably really, FOR REAL THIS TIME, the last Squid Game request I'll write for, because I can already feel my interest in it dwindle. So sorry, but I really enjoyed writing for it again! Stay tuned for the football fics I can now finally continue lololol

જ⁀➴ A revolution in this kind of setting, who were you kidding? You were stupid enough to believe in it, but maybe this proved that you actually were naive like everyone said. Young and naive, with not a clue how the real world actually works. Gi-hun immediately stopped you from taking a guards gun and said that you're way too young to be handling something like this. "The adults are going to handle it." You heard him say as a group of players advanced further into the building.

જ⁀➴ It all quickly came crashing down and mamy lost their lives. You were mostly just sitting in your bed uncomfortably, trying not to look at the gruesome sight of the dead pink guards. It was destined to fail, you kept telling yourself, there was no way you could make it out of there now. And for some reason, people still decided to vote 'O'.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho wasn't talking to you (or anyone for that matter) anymore. Just a day ago he was so determined to free everyone here and get out alive, to give you your life back so you could actually enjoy your last teenage years, but now that people were starting to blame him for the failed revolution, he kind of shut down. You missed talking to him about your worries terribly, even though you've only known him for three days or so. You quickly lost track of time in this place.

જ⁀➴ Geum-ja was still the one that comforted you the most. She'd get it, right? She's a mother! And motherly she was to you. As you expressed your panic and fear, she was quick to calm you down with a tight hug. The overall mood was gloomy and silent. No one really dared to say a word and you resented everyone who kept putting money over people's lives.

જ⁀➴ The next game terrified you the most. Whoever was controlling this place already set the right mood by displaying a literal human chandelier of the dead rebels while everyone else walked to the next location. When you noticed Jung-bae you were sick to your stomach, quickly looking away to avoid any more trauma. Holy shit, what kind of monster would even do that? Yes, you were convinced, you're naive and dumb and too young to understand anything.

જ⁀➴ You didn't quite know what to make out of a game called 'Knives and Keys'. At first you were even to shy to up to the gumball machine that was standing in the middle of the room. All eyes seemed to be on you, like everytime. Before that, you took pride in being the youngest because you thought of yourself as strong and confident, but no you were not so sure anymore. The longer you hesitated the more comments you got thrown at your head:

"Come on kid, do something!"

"This is why you don't let a child participate..."

"How is she even still alive?"

જ⁀➴ The roles were pretty self explanatory. Red ones would chase the fuck out of the blue ones with knives like crazy people. The blue team had keys that could supposedly open the door to the exit. Bad thing is, the red team has to kill im order not to die themselves. The way your faced dropped at the sight of the blue sphere in your hand was no joke. "Don't worry about it," Hyun-ju said, who also was on team blue, "I'll help you with everything. You don't have to do this alone."

જ⁀➴ It was a frenzy of walking around, taking care of the very pregnant Jun-hee (who also sprained her ankle while tumbling down the stairs) and trying to unlock every door you saw. You were the quickest of all, which is why Hyun-ju told you to go ahead and see if any of the four keys you carried with you fit in any door. You had the scare of your life, quite literally, when you walkes into the hands of a red team member. His hands were trembling as he held out the knife to your throat, but he couldn't do it. "I can't kill a child!" He exclaimed and hurried away.

જ⁀➴ Secretly, you were also looking out for Dae-ho and Gi-hun, who became like father and brother to you and now just left, but to no avail. Everytime you heard someone scream, you were scared it was one of them. Hyun-ju showed you that it didn't mattwe if you were team blue or team red, she could kill anyone. If you get out of here, you swore to yourself you'd be more like her.

જ⁀➴ Timing couldn't have been better when Jun-hee's water broke as the four of you took a quick break in one of the rooms. What the fuck? That was probably the only thought that was existing in your head. You panicked at the sight of her giving birth because.. yeah, what the hell? Geum-ja quickly told you to guard the door outside and make sure to alert them if someone was approaching the door.

જ⁀➴ Oh, you wish you could've been strong enough. For them at least, if it wasn't for your own sake. Male players from the red team all seemed to hunt you down for one reason: You're young and vulnerable. When your back was turned, because you took a quick peek inside to see if Jun-hee was doing okay, it was foreseeable that someone would grab you from behind. The man choked you from behind, cursing you out at first because you voted 'X' and then because you're a woman. Your hands scratched violently at his wrists as you tried to wring yourself from his grip but the man, so you learned, will always be stronger.

જ⁀➴ When Hyun-ju ripped the door open, it was too late for you and too late to catch the guy who had stuck that stupid knife into your throat. You thought death would come gently for you, but in those last moments you finally understood what all the elders tried to tell you.

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Teen reader who is comforted and taken care by the other players because of her young age?? Father and daughter relationship, big sister and lil sister,etc. btw I love your ficss!! ♡

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warnings: Mentions of killing, gunshots, death, fights, violence (typical squid game stuff), reader is !!18!! years old, slight swearing, this is set in Season 2, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: The req is 6 months old, SORRY. But, I still had fun writing this since it's easier to imagine yourself in that position lololol This is also probably the last squid game fic I'll write, either for now or even for longer, unless I get a request again. It's sad that this era is over now, I still remember how excited I was for Season 2 back in 2021 ):

જ⁀➴ For as long as you could remember your parents struggled with debt and you never questioned it when they would disappear the whole day for work just to put food on the table. So, when you turned 18 and graduated secondary school, you didn't go to University, but started to work jobs here and there to help your parents out. Some of them were sketchy, some of them didn't pay enough for the work you were doing, some of them were exhausting.. but an opportunity came when a man made you a strange proposal: Play ddakji with him — If you win, he'll give you money, if you lose he'll.. slap you?

જ⁀➴ Ultimately, the guy in the suit couldn't bring himself to hurt him (maybe because you were so young) and just handed you a card with a number on it. Yeah, turns out participating in this weird stuff was the worst decision of your life. Waking up in this dormitory, suddenly wearing a green tracksuit instead of your usual clothes and finding out you're stuck here with 455 other people already scared you shitless.

જ⁀➴ When other people started to notice you and how young you looked, you immediately became the focal point of their attention. People left and right were asking you all kinds of questions, if you were okay or not, how old you were, what the hell you werr doing there. You quickly understood that everyone here had a debt problem... but everyone here was also at least in their mid twentys.

જ⁀➴ After the gruesome experience that the first game was, with people getting shot and dying because of a game (or so you thought at the moment) there was one particular group that took you in. Two marines, one pregnant lady, a guy that claims to be the winner of one of the previous games and 001 himself, who seriously freaked you out.

જ⁀➴ Jung-bae and Gi-hun became your biggest protectors — Next to Jun-hee, who was carrying her baby, you basically still were a baby. Whenever the pink guards gave out food, those two split it up between you and the other girl, saying that you guys need it more than they do. Particularly Jung-bae was shocked at hearing your reason for being here: "You shouldn't have done this, financial problems are the worries of the parents!" He scolded you, but never meant it.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, the other marine, kept telling you how much you reminded him of his sister. Even though he was the youngest child back home, he was fully blooming in this new big-brother-role that he adapted when it came to you. He spoke up for you whenever someone else decided to be an asshole to you, he laid awake in his bed most of the time to watch over you (ever since Gi-hun told him about ambushes at night he's been paranoid) and would actually sacrifice himself in one of the games if it meant you'd be safe.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee and you were much closer in age than you were with any others. She became comfortable with you in an almost instant, mostly because you were also a woman. She woke you up to ask you if you'd come to the bathroom with her in the middle of the night, to which you were joined by an older lady, Geum-ja, and another woman, Hyun-ju.

"You are so young.. oh, my heart breaks for you, my child." Geum-ja told you once you were escorted to the bathroom, to which you were only able to nod. What else was there to say? You really just wanted to help your parents out. "I just.. you don't understand, we really need the money." Geum-ja looked at you sympathetically, but she was just really disappointed in the world for making someone like you worry about debt. "Hey," Hyun-ju spoke out, "If you need anything, yell for me, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to you. You have.. so much ahead of you."

જ⁀➴ You mostly felt cringe and maybe also a bit uncomfortable when hearing people talk to you like you were a child. Then again, these people didn't have the humanity to deny participation to a pregnant woman and a teenager, so you were kind of glad to get special treatment from the other players. Even Young-il, the guy that creeped you out the most, had a pity expression on his face whenever you joyfully talked about things only someone at your age would talk about. Video games, the grades you finished school with, friend group drama... it was obvious you didn't know anything about the world yet and it was even sad for him to hear it so clearly.

જ⁀➴ After another failed round of voting, the two idiots from the 'O' side of the dormitory started approaching your bed. Thanos and Nam-gyu, you quickly learned, were the one's causing most of the trouble and now it seemed like they wanted to manipulate you as well. "Hey there, little Dove," the purple-haired junkie started, to which you told him to fuck off, basically. "Woah, hey? Watch your mouth, kid. I definitely didn't know those words when I was your age." For about five minutes these two tried to talk you into voting 'O' next time, because "It would only benefit you!" and "You wouldn't have to work for a bit with that money!" You called out for Hyun-ju who quickly made them go away.

જ⁀➴ In the end, you understood you were doomed as soon as more players started to die due to fights and lights out. There were plenty of others who were there to protect you, who promised you that you'd get out alive, but now you weren't so sure anymore.. the revolution Gi-hun wanted to go through with seemed like the only option for everyone to get out of here.

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Can you write more for Dean Huijsen pls ?

Love u

hi! don't worry, I'll be back with my football fics after these last squid game requests (:

pt2 of the dean fic will follow

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I can't stop thinking about this man, I need help

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Can you please do this one? 💛

Basically takes place after 4th game. Nam-gyu finds out he lost the necklase with drugs and goes to the guard, asking if he can go back, after the confrontation that happened in the scene. He goes to the reader and she just basically takes care of him (comforting, hugging him, giving him her water, holding him in her sleep, helping him etc.) And if you want to (you dont have to), you can add there, where she helps him in the jump rope game.

Save me, my love! - a Nam-gyu Oneshot

Pairing: Nam-gyu / Player 124 x Reader

Word Count: ~950 Words

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, drug usage, addiction, violence, death, gunshots, blood (typical Squid Game stuff), I obviously have no idea how addictions or withdrawals work😭, other than that it's just fluff/comfort, not proof read (English is not ny first language)

A/N: He was genuinely so pathetic in that scene, I loved it. So sorry if any if these descriptions are unrealistic or wrong, I just wrote it like I remembered the scene lolololol Also: I am doing a pt2 on the teen reader thing, so stay tuned. Enjoy!

You never imagined that in this place, drugs would be someone's biggest issue. You thought maybe people dying left and right and the sound of the never ending gunshots would wake someone up and make them vote 'X', but no. Some of these literal animals still think money has more value than a humans life. Sadly, one of those people is also someone you grew quite close to.

Nam-gyu somehow felt like you guys were making a great team, or maybe it was because he was madly in love with you that he tolerated someone who voted to get the hell out of here. After Thanos was stabbed to death, as Nam-gyu vividly described — with a fork, he kind of... just lost it.

You did too, after the rebellion failed. You were so sure everyone could do it, but no. Originally, the man laughed at you for even trying to get through the guards or for supporting the idea in the first place, but he was still very glad you didn't.. well, die. He couldn't have handled another death like that (he could've on drugs, but he didn't tell you that, obviously).

The fact that he has used before, outside the games, became more and more apparent. Constant ticking, scratching, sniffling, rocking back and forth... whenever the effects of those little pills started to wear off, Nam-gyu became this angsty, disturbed mess that just wanted to be held by you. And you did hold him tight. You didn't know what it was about him, maybe it was because he made you feel somewhat grounded and not all alone in this place, or maybe it was trauma bonding. Probably the second thing.

During Hide and Seek, the most disturbing game you almost didn't survive, he had apparently lost the little cross necklace that held the remaining pills. Based off of how Nam-gyu acted (because, yes, you could hear him scream and sing through the halls), you were able to figure out at what stage this addiction process was. Whatever those things held in them, they were really addicting, scarily even so. It's only been like four days and Nam-gyu's acting like that.. it's weird.

Granted, you didn't quite understand how addictions worked. Because his veins were blown out by all the stuff he used to shoot up his arm, you thought a little pill couldn't make you so erratic.

From your bed, you could see how Nam-gyu scrambled to the pink guards, first asking and then eventually yelling at them to let him back because he lost the goddamn necklace. You sighed while seeing and hearing it — Man, you felt bad for him. He didn't act like this the first day or the second day and you thought that he didn't deserve this, to go through withdrawal.

After he was threatened by one of the guards, Nam-gyu quickly shut his mouth and walked back over to you, looking at you like you were the light of his life. He sighed, slowly sitting down next to you on the bed. "They.. they won't let me in! Oh my god, I know I lost that fucking thing in there and they won't give it to me."

Nam-gyu whined next to you, actually sounding like he was in pain (or that he was, at least, very desperate). His blood-covered hands covered his face as he started to rub his eyes to come back to his senses. After a pause, you put your hand on his back, drawing slow and soothing circles, because what else were you supposed to do?

"I'm seriously dead without.. without—"

"It'll be okay."

"Ohhhh— No, you have no idea how bad this is!"

The man looked at you with blood shot eyes, that were probably just there because he couldn't sleep well when high. He was exhausted, too exhausted to even explain to you what was bothering him right now when you asked him. He knew he was worrying you, but it wasn't like he didn't try fixing it yet.

Your eyes scanned his face, trying to come up with a solution. There was nothing you could do to help, mainly because you don't know what withdrawals feel like.

Nam-gyu clawed on your shirt and basically threw himself onto you, breathing like he just ran a marathon. You cradled his face against your chest, taking a quick peek to see what was going on — Nam-gyu looked like he was about to cry from frustration, anger (at himself), because he was panicking.. his eyes told a whole story and it broke your heart.

You tipped your head back to lean it against the metal railing of the bed while your hand was lightly grazing his cheek. Eventually, Nam-gyu's breathing began to calm down and it seemed like he had finally fallen asleep completely, which he wasn't able to do the past couple of nights. Just yesterday he woke you up in the middle of the night to 'talk to you' because he couldn't sleep. He had been chronically awake the whole time, which really messed with his perception of things, at least that's what you thought.

Carefully, you pushed some of his hair out of his face, calming at how peaceful he looked. You heard faint whispers of the other players talking to each other, most of them just as worried as you. You were scared, of course you were. You were scared for your life, for Nam-gyu's life, because something told you that he couldn't and wouldn't make it any further in this condition.

You truly hoped you would, though, because at the end of the day, you did truly care about him.

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MY BABY

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Teen reader who is comforted and taken care by the other players because of her young age?? Father and daughter relationship, big sister and lil sister,etc. btw I love your ficss!! ♡

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader

(Read Part 2 here)

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warnings: Mentions of killing, gunshots, death, fights, violence (typical squid game stuff), reader is !!18!! years old, slight swearing, this is set in Season 2, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: The req is 6 months old, SORRY. But, I still had fun writing this since it's easier to imagine yourself in that position lololol This is also probably the last squid game fic I'll write, either for now or even for longer, unless I get a request again. It's sad that this era is over now, I still remember how excited I was for Season 2 back in 2021 ):

જ⁀➴ For as long as you could remember your parents struggled with debt and you never questioned it when they would disappear the whole day for work just to put food on the table. So, when you turned 18 and graduated secondary school, you didn't go to University, but started to work jobs here and there to help your parents out. Some of them were sketchy, some of them didn't pay enough for the work you were doing, some of them were exhausting.. but an opportunity came when a man made you a strange proposal: Play ddakji with him — If you win, he'll give you money, if you lose he'll.. slap you?

જ⁀➴ Ultimately, the guy in the suit couldn't bring himself to hurt him (maybe because you were so young) and just handed you a card with a number on it. Yeah, turns out participating in this weird stuff was the worst decision of your life. Waking up in this dormitory, suddenly wearing a green tracksuit instead of your usual clothes and finding out you're stuck here with 455 other people already scared you shitless.

જ⁀➴ When other people started to notice you and how young you looked, you immediately became the focal point of their attention. People left and right were asking you all kinds of questions, if you were okay or not, how old you were, what the hell you werr doing there. You quickly understood that everyone here had a debt problem... but everyone here was also at least in their mid twentys.

જ⁀➴ After the gruesome experience that the first game was, with people getting shot and dying because of a game (or so you thought at the moment) there was one particular group that took you in. Two marines, one pregnant lady, a guy that claims to be the winner of one of the previous games and 001 himself, who seriously freaked you out.

જ⁀➴ Jung-bae and Gi-hun became your biggest protectors — Next to Jun-hee, who was carrying her baby, you basically still were a baby. Whenever the pink guards gave out food, those two split it up between you and the other girl, saying that you guys need it more than they do. Particularly Jung-bae was shocked at hearing your reason for being here: "You shouldn't have done this, financial problems are the worries of the parents!" He scolded you, but never meant it.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, the other marine, kept telling you how much you reminded him of his sister. Even though he was the youngest child back home, he was fully blooming in this new big-brother-role that he adapted when it came to you. He spoke up for you whenever someone else decided to be an asshole to you, he laid awake in his bed most of the time to watch over you (ever since Gi-hun told him about ambushes at night he's been paranoid) and would actually sacrifice himself in one of the games if it meant you'd be safe.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee and you were much closer in age than you were with any others. She became comfortable with you in an almost instant, mostly because you were also a woman. She woke you up to ask you if you'd come to the bathroom with her in the middle of the night, to which you were joined by an older lady, Geum-ja, and another woman, Hyun-ju.

"You are so young.. oh, my heart breaks for you, my child." Geum-ja told you once you were escorted to the bathroom, to which you were only able to nod. What else was there to say? You really just wanted to help your parents out. "I just.. you don't understand, we really need the money." Geum-ja looked at you sympathetically, but she was just really disappointed in the world for making someone like you worry about debt. "Hey," Hyun-ju spoke out, "If you need anything, yell for me, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to you. You have.. so much ahead of you."

જ⁀➴ You mostly felt cringe and maybe also a bit uncomfortable when hearing people talk to you like you were a child. Then again, these people didn't have the humanity to deny participation to a pregnant woman and a teenager, so you were kind of glad to get special treatment from the other players. Even Young-il, the guy that creeped you out the most, had a pity expression on his face whenever you joyfully talked about things only someone at your age would talk about. Video games, the grades you finished school with, friend group drama... it was obvious you didn't know anything about the world yet and it was even sad for him to hear it so clearly.

જ⁀➴ After another failed round of voting, the two idiots from the 'O' side of the dormitory started approaching your bed. Thanos and Nam-gyu, you quickly learned, were the one's causing most of the trouble and now it seemed like they wanted to manipulate you as well. "Hey there, little Dove," the purple-haired junkie started, to which you told him to fuck off, basically. "Woah, hey? Watch your mouth, kid. I definitely didn't know those words when I was your age." For about five minutes these two tried to talk you into voting 'O' next time, because "It would only benefit you!" and "You wouldn't have to work for a bit with that money!" You called out for Hyun-ju who quickly made them go away.

જ⁀➴ In the end, you understood you were doomed as soon as more players started to die due to fights and lights out. There were plenty of others who were there to protect you, who promised you that you'd get out alive, but now you weren't so sure anymore.. the revolution Gi-hun wanted to go through with seemed like the only option for everyone to get out of here.

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We have the same name bro!!!😀 kk this is all

HI TWIN

star wars girlies rise, I was named after Princess Leia🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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Could u maybe write something about how the squid game characters would be with a reader who's insecure? 💛

Squid Game (S2/S3) Characters with an insecure reader

Featuring: Thanos / Player 230, Se-mi / Player 380, Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120, Nam-gyu / Player 124, Kang Dae-ho / Player 388, Park Min-su / Player 125, Kim Jun-hee / Player 222, Lee Myung-gi / Player 333

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and overdosing in Nam-gyu's part, reader is insecure about their body in most of the headcanons, gender neutral language for the reader so I'm sorry if I slipped up and it suggests otherwise at any point, other than that it's just comfort/fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: ASK IS A THOUSAND YEARS OLD but dude, I miss Season 2 so much, it was genuinely so whimsical compared to Season 3 ): Anyway, I feel like this got really weak towards the end. This took me like three days to write, sorry lolololol

Thanos / Player 230

જ⁀➴ Being in a relationship with Thanos, as he wants you to call him and always insists on it, isn't for the weak. He's outgoing, expressive, famous and you are.. well, you are you. Sometimes you think you're too boring for him and that he deserves someone much cooler than you, but you'd never voice your problems like that too him.

જ⁀➴ Thanos is, at first at least, very oblivious to your insecurities. To him, you are the most perfect person in the world, obviously, or else he wouldn't be in a relationship with you. He understands that, fundamentally, you are a very different type of person than him, so he chalks off your behavior as 'just being shy'.

જ⁀➴ The thought of not being enough for him keeps you up at night sometimes. You'd wander around in your shared apartment and maybe make yourself cereal in the middle of the night to at least be doing something. Occasionally, your boyfriend would wake up to sounds in the kitchen and hug you from behind when finding you there.

જ⁀➴ After a couple of weeks, even Thanos starts to get a bit concerned. You don't want to go out that much anymore and seem much more aloof than usual — What's up with that? He had to ask now.

જ⁀➴ After finding out what bothered you, since you couldn't keep your feelings bottled up anymore, he started to feel guilty (yes, he can actually feel bad for someone). Thanos hugged you very tightly that evening and tried to reassure you the best he could. Maybe he wasn't someone who was good with words, but he'd always shoe you his love through actions.

જ⁀➴ Random little gifts, songs or raps written just for you and obviously only about you, more compliments and co. were his way of expressing it. And, after a while, you started to feel better about your relationship, too.

Se-mi / Player 380

જ⁀➴ Se-mi is basically the cool girl every teenage girl always wanted to be. And you were the lucky person to call her your girlfriend. Her piercings, her hair, her style and especially her attitude were all so perfect — It was impossible to not fall in love with her. In return, she also thinks the world of you. "You're my reason to live." Se-mi would tell you sometimes.

જ⁀➴ But, seeing her with other people that seemed to match her vibe perfectly made you realize you might not be everything you thought you were. To her, at least. It seemed like she smiled more around her people, laughed more, talked more. Was it you? Were you the one that didn't fit in?

જ⁀➴ You tried finding solutions for your complicated feelings, because no one wants to have an insecure, jealous partner, right? But, you just couldn't force yourself to be more like her.. because that was just not you. It would be unnatural, unauthentic and pretty weird. You sulked more and more about it, making Se-mi notice aswell.

જ⁀➴ She'd beg you to talk to her about it, but you felt too embarrassed and shut her out. Genuinely, Se-mi chose you for a reason and you knew that very well, but you still couldn't shake the feeling that she would be better off dating someone with common interests or a common style.

જ⁀➴ One day, Se-mi basically forced you to tell her what the hell was wrong, since it was also kind of taking a toll on her, so you had to spit it out. She seemed rather suprised to hear about your insecurities, but didn't shame you for them, of course.

જ⁀➴ Se-mi decided to meet you in the middle and also try out some of the things you liked without acting so nonchalantly about it. Quickly, things turned back to normal, as the two of you communicated better with each other and Se-mi was more open about your relationship. She reassured you that you were the best partner she's ever had, that you were someone that healed her from past trauma and that she loved you the way you are.

Cho Hyun-ju / Player 120

જ⁀➴ In the beginning, Hyun-ju was definitely the more insecure between the two of you. She's a trans woman after all — It wouldn't be accepted everywhere and she understood that completely. But, when she met you and you made her feel loved and validated, she was definitely way more confident than before. Hyun-ju is a strong person, in more ways than one and you were proud of her every step along the way.

જ⁀➴ That didn't mean you weren't insecure yourself, though. All your life you've been dealing with self-image issues you just can't seem to get rid of. The beauty standards are high and you were convinced that everyone around you was lying when they said you were actually really pretty.

જ⁀➴ Hyun-ju, as empathetic as she is, immediately picked up on the problem as soon as you guys moved in together. She didn't know what to do at first: Should she ask you about it? Should she actively do something? Or should she just passively reasure you more by giving you more compliments and showing her love through actions? Or— Or maybe, she was just overthinking it.

જ⁀➴ The easiest thing was: Asking. So she did. And at first you responded with "No, no, it's nothing." But after a few more interrogating questions by her, you cracked. Admittedly, Hyun-ju was shocked about how you talked about yourself, because she couldn't fathom anyone ever thinking like that about you. You're beautiful, funny and smart... she didn't expect you to struggle with your self-image.

જ⁀➴ You didn't plan on crying that night, but you didn anyway when hearing you girlfriend talk so sweetly about you. After a hug and a kiss, you immediately felt better and promised her to voice your insecurities more, so she could prove them wrong everytime.

Nam-gyu / Player 124

જ⁀➴ Nam-gyu is definitely the most unhinged boyfriend you've ever had. You met him one night in the nightclub he worked at after you went there to celebrate your friend's birthday and fell in love with him instantly. You learned to live with his flaws, but you didn't tolerate his drug use — To this day Nam-gyu keeps calling you 'his savior' because he's convinced he would've died to an accidental overdose if you hadn't come into his life.

જ⁀➴ Your relationship was near perfect, the only thing that bothered you was that he still worked at that hell they called The Pentagon. Not only because he was surrounded by potential relapse opportunities, but also because.. well, because of the girls there. You saw what kind of people went in and out of there the night you were at your friend's birthday and you also knew how young men liked to talk about women. Doesn't matter if they're taken or not.

જ⁀➴ You tried making yourself feel better by ignoring it, because you knew Nam-gyu wasn't a cheater... right? You did bring up his job multiple times and told him to quit, because the circumstances in a nightclub were not great anyway. Your boyfriend undertstood your concerns, but couldn't help feeling like there was an underlying reason.. but, he wasn't good at reading people, so he didn't persuade you or anything.

જ⁀➴ One evening, just before he was leaving for work, he overheard you on your phone with your sister as you complained about exactly what you felt insecure about. And then it clicked in him. Nam-gyu thought it was so sweet that you cared so much about his well being, but his heart did crack a bit when hearing you talk about the possibility of him cheating.

જ⁀➴ After you hung up, he carefully knocked on your door frame and asked if you could talk. Oh no, he overheard everything, didn't he? But, it turned out to not be so bad talking about your feelings after all. Nam-gyu agreed with you and basically quit his job the next day, because he couldn't bear to see his love be insecure about anything.

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho is the definition of the best boyfriend ever. He's probably the most caring and sweet person you've ever met and you were convinced you were going to marry him. And he gave you the same love right back: Cuddling with you even though you have to get up for work, buying you flowers randomly every week, calling you beautiful every time he saw you... that wasn't princess treatment for him, that was the bare minimum.

જ⁀➴ Even though you heard all this things about yourself from him, you couldn't help but always find something wrong with your appearance. Beauty standards everywhere werr tough, especially on women and you couldn't quite seem to catch up with them. Every day you'd open instagram to find a new insecurity taking over the platform, filled with people trying to give ridiculous tips on how to get rid of them.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, being the good boyfriend he was, always dragged you away from the mirror whenever you said something like "My nose is way to big" or "Do you think I should get lip filler?" because no. No, he didn't think that. The only thing he thought about all day was your (natural) beauty and he couldn't stand seeing you pick at yourself almost every day.

જ⁀➴ "Social media is ruining you, honey." Was the phrase you heard more often than not. In a way, he meant it lightheartedly, since he didn't want to invalidate your feelings just because your complaints were objectively wrong. You knew Dae-ho only wanted the best for you and you appreciated him being so supportive of you.

જ⁀➴ No, but seriously. There was nothing wrong with you. Whenever you said you were insecure about a part of your body, Dae-ho would kiss that exact spot a million times while telling you the exact opposite: There's nothing wrong with you, because you are perfect the way you are and he loves you for that.

Park Min-su / Player 125

જ⁀➴ Even though Min-su can come off as vulnerable and delicate because of his shyness and his habit of avoiding confrontation, he is most certainly the opposite in yout relationship. He's kind, calm and collected (like always), but he's also very mature about things you didn't expect. At first you thought he was just navigating through life cluelessly, but Min-su soon proved that he was a better afult than you were.

જ⁀➴ That also ties into your relationship: He dates to marry, so you can be sure that he takes any hardships quite seriously. And that also applies to any struggles you may have with yourself. It doesn't matter what you're insecure about, he'd never think of it a stupid or silly and he'd always try his best to make you feel more comfortable.

જ⁀➴ Whatever it takes, Min-su would do it: Talk it out, find solutions together, try making you feel more loved throughout the day. At first he thought maybe it was something that he was doing, maybe because he wasn't putting enough effort into the relationship, but you clarified it right away.

જ⁀➴ Past relationships of yours ended badly, so he learned, and now you were just so used to being treated badly and walking around eggshells around your partners. It was maybe a bit strange and foreign to have someone like Min-su by your side and you just had to get used to it.

જ⁀➴ Min-su loves you dearly and will definitely show that everyday. A simple "I love you" doesn't always cut it for him, so be prepared to be showered in gifts or random acts of service. Very quickly, you notice you aren't overly insecure about yourself anymore and you finally realize what a healthy relationship looks like.

Kim Jun-hee / Player 222

જ⁀➴ If there's one thing Jun-hee hates in this world, it's definitely seeing you being insecure about yourself. You'd often complain about your looks in a more jokingly way and the two of you have a laugh about it later when she convinces you that nothing's wrong with you, but she always feels that there's an underlying truth about what you're saying.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee wouldn't directly ask, mostly because she wouldn't really know how to comfort you or anything, but she was still good at making you feel loved. More often than not you'd find little notes on the fridge or on your bedside table saying things like "Love you, can't wait to see you later" among other things. She'd leave them before going to work, since she had to wake up earlier than you.

જ⁀➴ At some point you started writing those little notes back, putting one in her bag or sticking them to the bathroom mirror. It became like a ritual for the two of you, which always cheered you up, especially if one of you had a bad day. Neither Jun-hee nor you would actually mention the notes, but it was an unspoken rule to write one back if you got one.

જ⁀➴ Little things like this definitely helped you feel more confident about yourself, since it was really nice knowing you had someone that loved you unconditionally. You woke up looking forward to finding a little yellow sticky note (sometimes even stuck onto your forehead) and Jun-hee's words always defeated any insecurities you carried around with you.

Lee Myung-gi / Player 333

જ⁀➴ Dating a famous youtuber has more downsides than upsides is what you learned very quickly. You weren't familiar with Myung-gi's online persona "MG Coin" at first and you had just gotten to know him at a random coffee shop. When things between the two of you started to get serious, though, he had to explain to you how he makes money... Yeah, advertising crypto currency.

જ⁀➴ At first you didn't care much, because at the end of the day you loved your boyfriend. He's caring and sweet, ready to sacrifice anything when it comes to you — That apparently also applied to his, weirdly high amount, of fangirls. They'd literally die for Myung-gi and were not very fond to find out he had a partner now.

જ⁀➴ The fact that people online started commenting on you, your clothes, hair, likes and dislikes, interests, the way you talk... it all made you feel very insecure, very fast. It was like you couldn't exist without being watched everywhere, like you couldn't post anything couple related without being torn to shreds by people you didn't even know.

જ⁀➴ Myung-gi wasn't blind and immediately caught on what was happening. Whatever he did to try and combat it, some idiots would still continue and that's just how the world was — But, he was ready to accept a break up if it was too much for you, even if it wasn't easy. Myung-gi sat you down one evening and poured his whole heart out, telling you how much he loves you and how he'd do anything for you, but that he couldn't bear seeing you get hurt.

જ⁀➴ Obviously you stayed with him. And eventually you learned how to ignore opinions of people you didn't care about. Myung-gi was never afraid to show you off and you shouldn't be afraid being shown off, because, at the end, you were his partner. Not anyone else.

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ugh wait i had a thought: imagine coloring in nam gyu's tattoos!!

Ink Lines - Nam-gyu Oneshot

Pairing: Nam-gyu / Player 124 x Reader, No Squid Game AU

Word Count: ~900 Words

Warnings: Mentions of drug usage, scars, Nam-gyu smokes, slight swearing, Nam-gyu and Reader are in a relationship, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: Again, this request is literally several months old and I'm so sorry that I only came around now to write for it, Anon! This request is actually so cool, I can't believe I didn't write for it sooner. Anyway, better late than never so: Enjoy!

The evening was warm with only the summer wind cooling you off on this day in the middle of August. Nam-gyu traded his usual night shift at The Pentagon just to spend a little more time with you — Time that the both of you usually didn't have for each other because of your jobs.

He was sitting in the same squeaky garden chair right next to you and held your hand, resting his arm on the cold metal arm rest. You've ran out of things to say to each other at least an hour ago and were now just enjoying the calm and peaceful silence. You felt Nam-gyu's thumb trace across the back if your hand absentmindedly as he was busy tipping away on his phone in his lap.

This is how it could always be. Tranquil, nice, with no worries in the world. You were watching the sunset and occasionally listened in on the conversation your neighbors had on the balcony right next to yours.

At some point you got bored at doing nothing, but you were also a little to tired to come up with anything else for you two to do. Your eyes started to wander over your boyfriends figure, his little smile as he watched some stupid videos on his phone, and his arms. Old scars and traces of drug usage were still apparent on them, and everytime you saw them you were grateful you got him to stop. For you, it wasn't ideal that Nam-gyu continued to work in that god awful nightclub, but the money was needed.

Your gaze lingered on the tattoos that also decorated his skin. Some of them you could just shake your head to, but that's just who your boyfriend was: Impulsive, careless, free. Everything he put on his skin was a direct reflection of his character and you liked that he stayed true to himself.

After a few seconds, you got an idea to cure your boredom: "Can I do something?"

At the sudden sound of your voice, Nam-gyu slightly flinched, then looked at you with a small grin. "Whatever you want, babe." Carefully, you removed your hand from his after squeezing it for the last time and got up from your chair. Nam-gyu just watched you struggle to open the balcony door and how you quickly retreated back inside your shared apartment.

A few minutes later, which he had spent looking for his already opened pack of cigarettes, you came back with a rather interesting item. "What's that?" Nam-gyu asked you with a confused look on his face, finally finding what he searched for in his other pocket.

You just smiled at him, so sickly sweet he swore he could die from it. In your hand were a couple of markers you had bought just a week ago for some art project you wanted to start.

"Wait, you'll see." You pulled your own chair closer to his and sat back down again, grabbing his left arm. Most of Nam-gyu's tattoos were already done with colored ink, only the small moth on his left arm right above his wrist and a few others were left black and white.

You, again, inspected the tattoo and decided you wanted to use the red first. Nam-gyu raised an eyebrow: "The fuck is this gonna be? You gonna color it in?" He shot you a smile as soon as you nodded. "Make sure it turns out pretty, though."

The felt tip of the marker started tracing along the inner corners of the moth's wings as you carefully drew on his skin. Nam-gyu just stuck a cigarette between his lips and gave you the lighter, obviously wanting you to help him.

You resumed your coloring while your boyfriend was just — in your humble opinion — ruining his lungs. But that was one of the things he couldn't give up, like he always told you.

"What color do you want for it's body?"

"Blue."

He took another drag from his cigarette, switchinh back and forth from watching the sunset and you coloring his tattoo in. Nam-gyu must admit, it was one of the most adorable things ever.

The marker slightly tickled his skin as you dragged it delicatly across his arm. "Hey stop moving so much, you're gonna fuck up my drawing." Nam-gyu laughed at the annoyance in your voice and just said "Okay, okay, okay.." occasionally moving his arm on purpose just to see you get worked up over it and kiss you to make you calm down.

After a couple of minutes you moved up to the next tattoo on his upper arm. The man mustered your work and pressed a kiss on your forehead for the job well done.

"You like it?"

"It's perfect, my love."

"Well, obviously."

"You should do this more often."

You looked up to your boyfriend, your heart fluttering thr moment your eyes met his. The both of you have been in a relationship for the past two years, yet he still gives you butterflies in your stomach — It's actually your favorite thing about your relationship.

"Whatever you want, babe."

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hi!! i LOVE your writing! i was wondering if you could write something about dae ho meeting reader in the game, maybe she doesnt speak korean? like theres a whole language barrier thing and he sort of becomes her unofficial translator? something cute like that <3 thank you!!!

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 with a foreign reader

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x foreign!reader (SEASON 2)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of gunshots, killing, death (Typical Squid Game stuff), this is set in Season 2, Reader doesn't have a specific ethnicity/race and is just said to be foreign to South Korea, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language... how ironic)

A/N: Alright, so this request is literally like 6 months old AND I AM SO SORRY TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS😭 this has been sitting here in my drafts, unfinished until now. Season 3 came out today and I obviously had to binge watch the entire thing. I won't spoil anything, but I'd rather take S2!Dae-ho over S3!Dae-ho and I can definitely write more about the former. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoy my writing and I hope this doesn't suck lololol

This place was so bizarre. You didn't speak Korean, or at least not well enough to understand what was really going on. When you came to South Korea to study, you didn't think the living experience would be so expensive and exhausting. Coming here, being put into these uniformly tracksuits and only being talked to by your number gave you an eerie feeling.

If it wasn't already hard understanding what was going on — Because you certainly didn't expect this when the guy in the suit gave you an opportunity to win money — it's definitely going to be hard now: When other people started looking at you funny. Because you're not from there, they recognized it straight away. With your broken Korean, you understood whispers like "Look, a foreigner.." and "What's someone like that doing here?" It made you feel even more left out.

From context clues and certain English words the other players used while talking, you kind of picked up on what this thing is. You play games, if you win you get to go to the next round, if you lose... you're out. And you single handedly got to experience what it meant to 'be out'.

No one told you anything. No pink guards, no other players, no one had the decency to let you in on things. While nervously standing in this big arena, walls painted to look like grass with a baby blue sky and a big doll-like statue standing roughly 20 meters on the other side, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder.

You quickly snapped your head back to see a guy with the number 388 printed on his jacket. "It's Red Light, Green Light." He told you, his English sounding better than you had expected. You felt so relieved when finally hearing a familiar language and you expression immediately softened while looking at him. "What?" The man pointed at the statue on the other side. "You know.. the game? You go when it's Green Light, you stop when it's Red Light."

Your eyes followed the direction his finger pointed at and nodded like you understood him. "Thank you." The man smiled at you and patted on your back, saying something back in Korean you could hardly make out.

The language barrier made you miss the whole frenzy monologue the guy with the number 456 had before the game started. When looking around, all you could see is shocked faces, people in distress or the complete opposite: People not taking him seriously. You didn't know what was going on, but as soon as the statue of the girl turned to the tree behind her and a jingle started to play, everyone made a move in her direction. You did too, what else could you do?

Then suddenly— Pang. A gunshot, really loud, echoed through the arena and killed a girl. Frozen in shock, you watched as the other players around her started to freak out and move, getting shot one by one, orchestrating an absolute massacre.

It's a miracle you made it out.

On the way back to the sleeping area, or whatever this was, you felt a familiar tap on your shoulder behind you. "Hey," It's Player 388. "You made it!"

"Yes. Thank you again.. I just. I don't understand, they literally killed these people. I don't understand anything, what is going on here—?" Dae-ho saw the discomfort and fear in your eyes and decided to tell you what Gi-hun had previously yelled at all the participants. The things that went down at the Game were gruesome, but man, he couldn't even imagine trying to survive while not even understanding the language.

"So.. wait, you're telling me that when you get eliminated during one of those Games you get killed? Like they fucking shoot you?" You asked Dae-ho, who had now also introduced himself to you, and he just nodded. "He said that." He pointed in the vague direction of where Gi-hun had retreated once in the sleeping area again. "Dude, no this is so fucked up.. I gotta go! We can't die in here, they can't do this?"

You started to hyperventilate. Die? In this shithole? Oh my god, why did you even say yes to this stupid thing? It should've been suspicious enough that a guy in a suit would play a traditional Korean childhood game and slap you if you lost. But.. you needed the money. Carefully, Dae-ho placed a hand on your shoulder and looked around to see if anyone was listening in on your conversation.

"I will help you." He said with the most calm expression ever. Sure, he was scared himself, scared shitless even. But, seeing a young woman — A foreigner — in such distress.. it reminded him of his sisters. And he always swore up and down that he'd protect them, too.

"They don't," Player 388 pointed around the area, "Speak English well. I will help you, okay? I can tell you things." His Korean accent was quite cute whenever he spoke, which made you calm down a bit more and smile. You, again, expressed your gratitude to him and sniffled a bit. "Is there no way out of this?"

Dae-ho shook his head. Well, he didn't know, but he just assumed there wasn't. He went on to ask you more about yourself in general, why you were here, where you came from. It was nice having a conversation in English after trying to learn and speak Korean for months on end.

"I'm so sorry. Korea made a bad impression on you." You chuckled a bit and shook your head. You knew how to appreciate the country, it's culture and it's people. But this was definitely weird and definitely illegal. Dae-ho was here for you, though. He made you that promise now.

"I will protect you and help you, okay?"

Slowly, you raised your hand and held out your pinky for him to interlink with his. "Pinky promise?" The man looked at your hand and then back up to you with a confused look on his face. "Pinky... promise?" You smiled when you understood that he doesn't quite get what you mean. Or maybe he just hasn't ever heard of the expression before. "Like.. pinky promise, you do this," With your other hand you took his to make the same motion and interlinked your pinkies, "And now you're not allowed to break the promise."

Dae-ho grinned. "Okay, pinky promise."

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Real Madrid vs Pachuca | FIFA Club World Cup | 22.06.2025

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Quero algo longo sobre Dean Huijsen 😭

LOOKIN' AT YOU GOT ME THINKIN' NONSENSE

Pairing: Dean Huijsen x fem!reader, friends to lovers

Summary: You've been in love with Dean Huijsen for years. But, him being the team mate of your brother always made it very difficult to approach him in a romantic way. When he flew you out to his last game for Bournemouth, it seems like he had also set his eyes on you and wasn't planning on letting you go again.

Word Count: ~3.9k

Reading Time: ~16 Minutes

Warnings: Reader is implied to be dutch, reader is hopelessly in love at the beginning, reader has an annoying older brother, the interpretation of Dean's career is probably super inaccurate but I had to google a bunch of stuff, swearing, slightly abrupt ending, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: hi! sorry this took so long, but I had to take time iff because I'm still on vacation (and because I didn't feel like writing anything these past couple of days). Anyway, I hope this is enioyable, because I kinda think this got shitty towards the end. I'm already so in love with this man, I'm not kidding. Hopefully our second game will be better tho.

Football was never something you were interested in. The most you watched of it was during the Word Cup and maybe the EURO's. Nontheless, your parents would always drag you to your brother's games, whether you wanted to or not. Obviously, like every boy it seemed like, Max started playing at a very early age and always said he'd go pro at some point.

You couldn't tell if he was good, average or absolutely stupid with the ball, but you liked teasing him about not being good enough. And that was all fun and games until he was called up for the U17 team of your national team, the Netherlands. Sure, maybe you didn't care for normal football, but even this was a big deal for you (even though you weren't all that patriotic).

The one thing you absolutely enjoyed the most about your Max's career was Dean Huijsen. The one team mate you've had a crush on ever since you had laid your eyes on him. You didn't know what it was: Maybe it was because he's so freakishly tall, maybe it's the fact that football is only attractive when he plays it or maybe it's because he's fluent in spanish, as he had demonstrated to you before. Well, those parts definitely had a play in it.

Over the years, you've gotten to know many team mates of your brother and they come and they go, you never pay attention to them. Him, though. Oh, him you could never forget. Max thought it was stupid that you suddenly seemed so interested in the sport and especially his career, since you now showed up to every one of his national games.

Lucky for you, the two boys were really good friends. You'd get mad at your brother when he didn't announce that Dean would be coming over, yelling about how you didn't have time to shower or get ready, to which he'd always meet you with a "Why are you so obsessed with him?".

You wouldn't force hang outs, because being the weird little sister would be worse than not seeing Dean at all, but you'd literally take any chance to talk to him. Causually, of course.

After celebrating another win for the Netherlands with your brother, or at least after congratulating him for it, you stood by the side lines, greeting every familiar face you came across. "Hey," You said in an almost instant when Dean walked by while he gave you a sheepish smile. "You played well today." His eyes scanned your face for maybe a hint of sarcasm or a purpose as to why you specifically were talking to him. "Thanks.. Max's little sister." Oh, he didn't even know your name. Before continuing to walk to his family, he patted your shoulder in an acknowledging way.

Since then many things had changed. Gradually over those one to two years, even you and Dean grew closer together. Not close enough to hang out alone, without other friends or your brother, but now he at least knew your name and always stuck around to talk a little more. You'd walk him to the front door if Max was too lazy (or fell asleep) and, even though you had said your goodbyes like three times by then, he'd gladly stand in the doorframe to talk to you a little more.

Your friendship was even strong enough to withstand a generous amount of distance between the two of you. You obviously wished him all the best when he made the move to Juventus and when he got the chance to play for the second team. Dean was talented, that much you could tell, even if your football knowledge was limited. At least you still got to see your crush for the U18 or U19 Team of the Netherlands, where he'd obviously still play with your brother.

And, well, that didn't last long. Or longer. After Dean's move to Bournemouth he decided to rather play for Spain. His other half. The other half that he always seemed to like more about himself. You loved seeing him thrive, but this decision hit a bit too close to home. You obviously still had school to finish, so you couldn't even drop everything for a game during international break. But, Max was his best friend, so it was natural that he'd invite him over to watch a game or two in the UK.

"Look, I don't know why you're so upset." Max shrugged and looked at you with a weirded out expression while you expressed your disappointed. Your disappointed that Dean didn't invite you, too. "You're not friends with him, or are you?" You huffed at your brothers comment and stormed off to the kitchen. "Ugh, what? Why are you so fucking obsessed? Do you want me to let him know that you also—" He was cut off by you yelling "No!" through the whole house. "No! If you do that I'm seriously—" The words in your mouth died out when Max looked at you in realization. Oh no, it finally clicked. "Oh my god, there's no way. Him?! Seriously? You like.. him? Dean Huijsen? What is wrong with you!" While you chased him through the living room, threatening to break both his legs, your brother just laughed at you.

Max may have had the last laugh back then, but now you do. Apparently, you were missed dearly and because Dean's schedule often clashed with your brother's, he opted to inviting you instead.

...

"So you'll be there?" Dean sounded as excited as ever, while you tried your best not to do the same. You had your phone wedged between your ear and shoulder, trying to multitask while making a hot chocolate for the little girl you were currently babysitting. "Yeah! Of course, it'll be great." Dean had just called to invite you to his last home game for Bournemouth.

Carefully, you handed the kid her drink so she could finally watch Minions 2 in peace, while you cleaned up the kitchen (and talked to Dean, obviously). "Soooo," You started, your thoughts already flooded with ideas on how to convince your parents to let you skip school for this. "Soooo?" He asked with a chuckle, "Are you sad? Like, because this is your last game for Bournemouth?" For a moment, there wasn't a single response from his side. You took your phone from your ear and looked at it confused because you thought he might've actually hung up at that stupid question you just asked him. Yeah, of course, the question must've been stupid! Why else wouldn't he—

"Hard to say. You're the first person to ask me this."

"Oh, well, I just thought.. maybe. Real Madrid is a big deal, I must say. But.. I don't know, it'll be weird not seeing you in red and black anymore."

"Heh," Dean chuckled again. "No, don't look at it like that. I'm sad... a little bit. But, like you said, this is a huge deal, you know?"

"Yeah..."

"Real's kits are superior by the way. I'll give you one when I get mine."

The words died out in your mouth. Dean, despite inviting you to his games more often than not (no matter if you were able to make it or not), had actually never given you one of his jerseys to wear. It maybe be a bit embarrassing, but you had thought about scenarios where that might happen to you some day and now he was just.. offering it! Just like that!

"Oh my god, really?" You were taken aback by how excited you sounded. "I mean... Yes, that would be cool." The boy on the other end of the line laughed and agreed with you, telling you he had to go now in the same breath and hung up. "Fucking hell, why am I so awkward?" You muttered to yourself. Suddenly you felt someone tug on your pants:

"Can you make me pancakes?"

...

"But! But Mom! Are you serious? No this is really important to me, come on.." Max rolled his eyes at your whining. Even if you would've done every chore in advance, even if you had cleaned the whole house, took care of dinner, done the laundry, got straight A's or brought peace on earth, your parents still wouldn't let you go to Dean's game.

"I said no! What is so hard to understand about that? I don't want your grades to suffer, sweetheart. I've already let you skip school three times for that boy!" While you were losing your mind about this once-in-a-life-time miss, even though it really wasn't, Max was amusing himself. "Stop laughing!" You hit him on the back of his head, to which he quickly whipped around and tried to do the same. "Max! Cut it out! Don't hit your sister." Your Dad finally yelled. "But she did it first!"

"So what? Are you ten? You don't have to hit her back?"

"Look, honey, I know that you like him and you think that he's the love of your life—"

"Mom!"

"I know that! But, you can't just always leave the country for two days just to see him. I can't go with you this time and your dad can't either."

"Mom, I'm literally 18, I already already passed my finals! There's no school I'm missing and I can go alone."

Apparently, no one outside yourself really understood what this meant for you. Defeated, you plopped down next to your brother on the couch and tried to somewhat enjoy the movie that was put on. After a few minutes of your Dad looking at you, then back at the TV and then back at you again, he sighed:

"When would it be?"

"What?"

"The game, silly."

Your face lit up, since this was a pretty clear sign that he had given in. Max next to you, on the other hand, just groaned and facepalmed, like this was the stupidest idea he's ever heard in his life. "Nah Dad, come on. This is ridiculous, I don't want her to date one of my friends!" You shot Max a look after he tried to come up with multiple excuses again on why you shouldn't be let go to the UK.

Of course, in a way you understood him. It was probably frustrating to him that he didn't even get invited in the first place and it must be annoying that one's little sister has this massive crush on one of your friends, but it's not like you can control your feelings.

"Alright, all of you need to stop with this whole dating thing." You said in response of your brother's complaining. To your suprise, Max actually stopped to hear you out for a second. "He just.. it's his last game at home for Bournemouth. Nothing will happen, I won't come home married or pregnant—"

"Oh, you better not! Or else I'll kill that kid."

"Dad."

"What? He always looks drugged out of his mind anyway."

Now you were the one that facepalmed and your Mom quickly told your Dad to knock it off. Your cheeks felt hot and your legs like jello as this topic about Dean was dragged on and on. You didn't like talking about your crush, especially not with your parents, that's like a thousand times more embarrassing.

Your mom grabbed the remote and put the movie on pause, grabbed both of your hands and made you look at her properly: "Okay," She started, suddenly seeming so serious about this, "You can go." Before you could even try to celebrate, she immediately cut you off again. "Ah! But! Only because school's almost over and only, only if you do your's and Max' chores for the whole week."

Max looked at you with a twinkle in his eye and laughed when he heard that he'd be free off his duties, but in reality you didn't mind. Frankly, you'd probably do anything to see Dean again. Alone this time. No annoying older brother, no overprotective parents, only him and you.

Later that night, Max decided to pay you a visit in your room. You were just minding your own business and typed something on your laptop, when the door suddenly swung open. "Max!" You yelled out, while said brother shut the door behind him. "Don't you know how to fucking knock?"

"So," Through the tone of his voice you understood that he was only here to tease you again. "You and Dean, huh?" Max took a seat on your bed. "Me and Dean, huh?"

"I just want you to know," When he realized you didn't pay any attention to him, he took the liberty to shut the laptop and take it off your lap. You sighed in annoyance and just gave him a 'what-do-you-want-from-me' kind of look. "...that you have my blessing."

"Your blessing? What are you talking about? I don't need your... blessing or whatever."

"Wait, so you weren't even the slightest bit scared that I wouldn't approve?"

"Believe it or not, you're not Dad. I don't need anything from you."

Max wasn't mad at you, but he still enjoyed seeing you doing all the exhausting things he would normally have to do. And when you asked for help, he refused, saying it was your own choice and you wanted to go see Dean's game. He'd scold you like your Mother if you didn't do the dishes correctly or forgot to do the laundry, basically taking the piss out of you.

What made it all worth it, though, was being able to talk to Dean more often. The footballer would text you, would check up on you and tell you how excited he is that you're coming over. That just fueled your delusions even more: Like, no one could tell you he didn't like you back just a little bit.

Why else would he fly you out and not someone else? Maybe if you manifested it enough, it would come true. When Dean moves to Spain the distance between the two of you will just grow closer, so you basically had to make the first step. If you got rejected, then.. well, sure you'd lose part of your dignity, but at least he's in Spain.

...

With your luggage in hand, you were waiting to be picked up by Dean's father, Donny, like always. Currently, you were listening in on a conversation between a husband and his mistress, on how he doesn't know how to divorce his wife and what would happen to the kids. Bournemouth Airport. It never gets old.

When you were finally in the car, and on your way to Dean's family home, you were really grateful to speak to someone in Dutch again after hours getting by with your, accented, English.

"How did your finals go?" Donny asked you whiem leaning one arm against the edge of the window. This was strange — No matter how often you flew to the UK, you'll never get used to sitting on the left side, in the passenger seat. "Uh, pretty good, I'd say."

The man next to you chuckled, "So you passed?" You've known Dean's family for a long while now, but it still was a bit awkward in that moment. Especially because there wasn't your dad or your mom to make conversation with the other parent.

"Thank you for coming by the way."

"Oh, there's no need to thank me! I.. I really like doing this. It's actually an honor that he invited me for his last game at home."

"He's been really excited. Primarily because you'll be there."

Donny laughed after he just exposed his son like that and you could immediately feel your cheeks burn up again. You took a moment to look outside the window and think about how this may go. Should you pretend like everything was fine and platonic? Or should you just.. tell him? Maybe it works out in your favor and you could cheer on your boyfriend tomorrow. No, that would be too much. You knew you couldn't ever confess to someone like that, you were too shy. But maybe you shouldn't be this time.

"Dean really likes you." It was like Donny could read your mind.

"Hah, really?"

"Yeah, no, no, no... He really, really likes you. I think you were actually the first person he told about his move to Madrid, outside of his family."

You smiled to yourself when you heard that. True, you were actually the bearer of the news to your brother, and if Dean didn't tell your brother first then.. yeah, that checks out. Donny probably already knew that you liked his son back, which you had already suspected. Ever since that one conversation he had with your mother, he can't help but try setting the two of you up.

"Anyway, here we are." The car pulled up into the driveway of this very british looking neighborhood you knew so well.

A happy and, suprisingly, little nervous Dean opened the front door for you and his dad. While the latter hauled your suitcase inside, Dean almost immediately leaned down to give you a hug. The way his eyes lit up when he saw you was probably the cutest thing you've seen all year.

"How are you?" He asked you out if courtesy, his hands coming down to rest on the small of your back when he slightly pulled away. It was like your brain turned into mush when your eyes met his, you didn't know what to say without sounding like an idiot. "Uhm," You chuckled nervously, "I'm good! And you?"

If you hadn't fully pulled out of the hug, you were sure you would've exploded right then and there. Dean shut the door behind you, but still kept his arm around your shoulder when leading you to through the hallway and to the living room. "Good. Great, even!" When you looked up to him you noticed that it was the first time he looked... awake, basically. Dean's droopy eyes are what you loved most about him, but seeing him like this was pretty amazing.

"Ah, oh my god!" Macha, his mother, hollered from the couch. Dean was basically a carbon copy of her and she was just as excited to see you. "Aw, how are you? Oh, it's like I haven't seen you in ages."

The woman gave you a warm hug, asking you about your family and how your brother was doing. "No, no, he's very happy at Ajax." You explained about Max while Macha was fixing you something to drink.

"I knew he'd be. He's a clever boy, your brother!" Donny has had his fair share of time at the club himself. While his parents asked you a million things about your life and your brother, Dean was more than eager to get you away from them. "Sorry, they're so nosy." He whispered to you.

"Don't worry, you'll get her all for yourself in a minute." Macha gave her son the look and handed you thr coffee you had requested.

"Mom.. I'm just—"

"There's still time left until dinner. Why don't you guys go upstairs?"

...

"Here," Dean tossed a shirt out of his closet directly at your face. Confused, you took it into your hands and held it up to see what it read. Huijsen. Oh, his last name. You looked at the boy with a slightly confused expression on your face, turning the jersey around to see the Bournemouth sigil stiched on the left side of it.

"I figured," Dean's voice suddenly didn't sound all that confident anymore. "Uhm, that you need something. For tomorrow." Your fingers delicately traced his number that was printed out on the back of the shirt. "I realized I never gave you one."

"Thank you! That's like, really thoughtful." Dean chuckled at your words and took a seat next to you on his bed. "It'll look good on you." He promptly took the jersey out of your hands and held it up to your body to see if he was right. "Maybe a bit big, but red and black are definitely your colors."

All you could do was nod and hope that Dean wouldn't notice how your cheeks turned almost crimson red the more compliments he gave you. Even if you attempted to talk at this point, only nonsene would come out. You took a deep breath to compose yourself: "You're like.. two meters tall, this will be like a dress."

Dean grinned and just shook his head. Nervously, you fiddled around with the hem of the shirt he had just gifted you, while he stood up again and searched through more clothes in his closet.

"Come here."

"Huh?"

"Come on, I gotta see something."

After a moment, you obeyed and approached him. Dean's room hadn't changed one bit from the last time you saw it — It's exactly what you'd expect a room of a man in his late teens would look like. Not very interesting, filled with individual trophies he won and pretty bare overall.. why are boys like this?

The footballer whipped around and gave you another jersey — Bournemouth's third kit of this season. "Okay, I get that you don't need these anymore, but why give them all to me?" Dean snickered and gave you the piece of clothing anyway. "You're funny."

"I'm just asking."

"I want you to have them. You're important to me so I'm giving them to you, what's there to complain about?"

"I'm important to you?"

Dean slowly realized he might've screwed up with his choice of words. His eyes fell droopy again, boring into yours like he was trying to see your soul through them. "Ehhh," His gaze shifted away from you and onto the ground, "..yes? I mean, I like you, don't I?"

For a long moment there was just silence as Dean stared at you in disbelief (at his own words) and you were just expecting him to speak up. "I fucked up now, right?"

Carefully, you dropped the clothes you had in your hand onto the floor, feeling more confident now that he seemed to be nervous. It was like becoming an extrovert when around other introverts — It came so naturally, you couldn't really tell yourself to stop. Because, this was literally your chance. The one you've been waiting for since forever.

"You didn't.. fuck up, Dean."

The boy took a deep breath.

"Okay, so this won't ruin our friendship?"

"What?"

The moment Dean cuppe your face with his hands was like getting hit over the head with a baseball bat and suffering short term memory loss. You only remembered to kiss him back after he had pressed his lips onto yours several seconds ago.

The kiss was slow, conservative, but still expressed the things he couldn't quite put into words. His lips felt so delicate on yours, as if he was too scared he'd break you if he deepened it too fast. This was making your brain go smooth, that's for sure. When he eventually pulled away and looked you in the eyes, searching for any amount if disapproval, he couldn't find any. Anything, actually. The more you stared at him, the more it felt like your pupils were physically forming into hearts.

"This.."

"Don't— Don't talk, it's okay."

"This doesn't change anything?" Dean looked at you confused.

"Everything. But.."

You were dying to feel his lips on yours again. In that very same moment you heard his mom yell for dinner downstairs.

[gothicfied]

I already love this duo so much