#han mi nyeo x reader

[celestiamour]

here me out, i love toxic older woman, are there any mi-nyeo fics out there??

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ your girl ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo held your hands carefully, his fingers scarcely brushing the raw, incensed marks from the rope burns. the reddened skin stood out against your pallid complexion, making the injuries look worse than you tried to let on. you flinched slightly when he turned your palms upward, his touch so delicate it made your chest ache. “it’s not so bad,” you murmured, your voice light, though the sting was anything but mild. you glanced up at him, hoping your slight smile would ease the worry etched into his exhausted, weary features.

˚ ༘♡ his brows furrowed together, your futile consolation doing little to calm him. his thumb drifted near the worst of the burns, as if he wanted to soothe the pain but didn’t dare. “i’m sorry,” he spoke, his voice desolate and tormented, as if it was meant for your ears alone, the others no concern of his. he shook his head, his jaw tightening. “if they’d given us water or even a cold drink, it might’ve helped. don’t put too much pressure on your hands, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ you gazed at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. “sang-woo, really, it’s nothing. we all got burns from the tug of war game,” you replied, your countenance softening as you glanced down at your scorched hands. “i’ll be fine.” the sincerity in his cloudedngaze made your heart burn with adoration, although the sting from your injuries grounded you.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t respond right away, his dark eyes lingering on your hands like he could will the pain away by staring at it long enough. for a split second, it seemed like he was about to say something, something you weren’t sure you were ready to hear, but instead, he let out a quiet sigh and bit into the corn cob the guards had distributed to the surviving players as meal rations. the stiffness in his shoulders stuck around, an indicative sign of his unease.

˚ ༘♡ “and you, babe!” mi-nyeo’s voice cut through the air, loud and exaggerated, she was player 212, who had been on their team for the last game. “three steps forward, huh? so cool.” her giggle was thick with flirtation as she strutted closer to sang-woo, clearly angling for his attention.

˚ ༘♡ but he didn’t so much as glance at her. not a single flicker of acknowledgment crossed his face. instead, his gaze flickered back to you for the briefest of moments, his lips pressing into a thin line when he saw your discomfort. you shifted uncomfortably beside him, your fingers curling slightly against your lap, but his knee brushed yours, whether intentional or not, it was enough to send a reassuring warmth through you. gi-hun, noticing the awkwardness brewing between everyone, laughed, his tone cheerful. “hey, sang-woo’s got a girlfriend already, so give it a rest.”

˚ ༘♡ mi-nyeo froze fora beat, her playful smirk disappearing. her eyes darted toward you, sitting stiffly next to sang-woo. she blinked in disbelief, her gaze flitting between the two of you before settling on you. “the foreign girl?” she scoffed, her voice rising. “seriously? come on, sang-woo, you can do so much better…”

˚ ༘♡ you opened your mouth to speak, but sang-woo beat you to it, his voice slicing through the tension. “why don’t we eat in silence?” his tone was cold, sharper than you’d ever heard it, and it left no room for argument. his dark eyes narrowed on mi-nyeo, making it clear he wouldn’t tolerate another word from her.

˚ ༘♡ a small tinge of satisfaction warmed your chest as mi-nyeo’s face fell, though you kept your expression neutral. she paused for a moment, clearly trying to think of a way to regain control of the conversation. eventually, she shrugged, her grin returning with a sly twist. “if that’s what you want,” she declared, drawing out her words before sauntering away with an exaggerated sway in her hips.

˚ ༘♡ the minute she was gone, you let out a slow breath, the tension in your chest easing slightly. sang-woo hadn’t moved, his posture rigid and his dark eyes fixed on the ground, though his tensed muscles revealed his lingering frustration. you glanced at him, hesitant but apprehensive. “you didn’t have to do that,” you murmured, your voice soft enough to be carried away by the air around you.

˚ ༘♡ his head turned toward you, his dark eyes meeting yours witha strength that brought you to stop speaking. “yes, i did,” he said, his words hushed and certain, as if it were the most evident notion in the world. “she doesn’t get to talk to you like that.” his manner of speech carried a modest intensity, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to make an impact.

˚ ༘♡ you blinked, surprised by the tenderness of his response. “it doesn’t bother me,” you said, though the strain in your voice betrayed the pitiful lie. you wanted to brush it off, to convince him, and maybe yourself, that it didn’t matter with how dire the circumstances were. yet he didn’t look away, and the way his eyes searched yours made it unthinkable to hold the facade.

˚ ༘♡ “it should,” he said quietly. his gaze went to your wounded hands again, fixated on the burns as his fingers twitched, as if he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he should. “you don’t deserve that insolent mockery and those rude insults.”

˚ ༘♡ the raw honesty in his voice made something inside you ache. you swallowed hard, your heart catching at the way he looked at you, in a way that betrayed that he cared more than he was willing to admit. “we all deal with it,” you said gently, the words feeling inadequate even as they left your lips.

˚ ༘♡ his expression didn’t change, but his voice softened just enough to make your chest tighten. “that doesn’t make it right,” he mumbled, almost to himself. he leaned slightly closer, his tone faint enough that it felt like the world around you had fallen away. “if i could make it easier for you, i would.”

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught in your throat, the unexpected affection of his words settling solemnly in the little distance between the two of you. for a brief period of time, neither of you spoke, the solitude stretching out in a way that felt strangely comforting. you could feel the unspoken significance of everything he wasn’t saying, everything he couldn’t put into words, and it was enough to make the misery of the desolate world seem distant, something nonexistent.

˚ ༘♡ “thank you,” you finally whispered, your voice barely able to be heard but carrying more meaning than the mere words could communicate.

˚ ༘♡ he gave the smallest nod, his lips pressing together as if to keep himself from saying more. the short-lived instance of genuine affection had ended, but the feeling it left behind stayed with you, lingering, quiet, and comfortable in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

a/n: a more lighthearted cho sang-woo fanfiction! let me know if you have anymore requests for him as well as your thoughts! 🤍

[pukah]

Hear me out pleaseeee

han mi-nyeo p links?..😁

han mi-nyeo nsfw twitter links

— eating her out

— tribbing

— normal activities w her in the shower (image)

— using the strap on her

— rubbing up against her wetness

— using the strap on you in the car

— eating you out

— bite marks (image)

— using the strap on her #2

— eating you out #2

— pleasuring both of your holes

— 69

(lowk i couldn’t find much for her bookie 💔)

[yg-rotcod]

oi, uh, other gi?

yeah, you, can you stop fuckin' scaring other me? he's always so.. sobby, towards me.

you scare the shit outta him.

I don't have any orders to take from a jerk like you-

[revinluver]

i may....or may not would love to have a threesome with them.

[justarithinnngs]

Spaces (Squid Game x Reader) - Chapter 5: The game.

i didn't even realize i went crazy on the last chapter, sorry about that.

Y/N felt like she was suffocating in the crowd. The pressure was immense, and despite the chillingly calm voice on the loudspeakers, there was a heavy, undeniable sense of dread in the air. Hundreds of players stood in perfect formation, all in their green tracksuits, their eyes nervously darting between the massive robotic doll and each other.

She glanced around, feeling a strange disconnect. The space they stood in felt open—like a stadium—but it was still so artificial. The ground beneath them looked like dirt, but the horizon seemed oddly confined, as though they were in some massive, oversized cage. There were no visible exits. No obvious way out.

Y/N’s stomach twisted, but she swallowed the rising panic. Focus. Stay calm.

The loudspeaker crackled to life again, its cold, mechanical voice filling the air.

“Welcome to the first round of the games,” the voice announced, unwavering. “This is Red Light, Green Light. You may move forward when the signal is given, but stop when the red light is on. Any movement during the red light will result in elimination.”

The word elimination lingered in the air like an omen. Some players shifted uneasily, but no one dared speak. They all thought it was just some form of disqualification—a way to eliminate people who broke the rules. It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. But then again... there was something too perfect about the way everything was set up.

The robotic doll, towering at least twenty feet tall, flickered to life. Its eyes, cold and unblinking, scanned the players in front of it. A chill crawled down Y/N’s spine.

“Green light!” the voice shouted, its tone now a bit more upbeat.

A collective breath seemed to be released from the crowd, as players cautiously began moving forward. Y/N’s heart pounded, and her legs felt heavy as she forced herself to take her first steps. It was hard to move, but everyone around her was doing the same, some with a slight, uneasy relief on their faces.

The tension, though, was palpable. No one was really sure what would happen next. The game could end in an instant, and no one would know until it did.

Then, suddenly, the voice cut through the air again.

“Red light!”

The massive doll’s head jerked around in a mechanical motion. Its cold, unblinking eyes swept across the players. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her feet frozen to the ground. Her heart was hammering against her chest as she forced herself to remain as still as possible. Stay still. Don’t move.

A few feet ahead of her, she saw one player stumble, his foot faltering as he tried to catch his balance. It was enough.

The sound of a gunshot cracked through the air. A bang.

Y/N froze. Her heart raced as the body of the player crumpled to the ground. Blood quickly pooled around them, and the horrific reality of what was happening sank in like a stone.

People are dying.

Then it all happened in a flash. The shot seemed to trigger a chain reaction. The chaos spread like wildfire. The panic was immediate, as players, desperate to escape, began to rush toward the exit. The sound of more gunshots rang out—one after another—each shot cutting through the madness. Each body dropping as more players scrambled in fear.

It was like a domino effect: players tripping over one another, desperately pushing forward, getting shot down with each step. The deafening noise of bodies hitting the ground filled the air, mixed with the muffled screams of those still moving.

Y/N’s mind went blank. She was rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend the horror unfolding around her. The gunshots rang out over and over again. Blood stained the dirt. People fell. The realization hit harder than the next shot—they are killing us.

And yet, amidst all the violence, Y/N stood frozen, helpless. The only thing that kept her in place was the fear of moving, the fear of becoming another name on the list of those eliminated. Her racing heart, the way it banged against her eardrums as the sound of gunshots continued to sound out.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, the doll’s head jerked back around.

“Green light!”

For a moment, the entire crowd seemed to hold its breath, like a wave about to crash. Then, the chaos subsided for the moment. Some players cautiously began moving forward again, their steps slower now, more deliberate. But the horror of what had just occurred still hung thick in the air.

But through the chaos, Y/N noticed something that gave her pause.

Amidst the fear and the frenzy, there was one figure still moving forward with an odd sense of calm. It was Player 001, the elderly man. He was moving slowly, deliberately, with no hint of panic in his step. The chaos around him didn’t seem to faze him in the least. In fact, he was smiling—an old, peaceful smile, as if this were all just some simple game to him.

Y/N blinked in confusion, still trying to make sense of what she was seeing. Here was an old man, somehow untouched by the chaos surrounding them, walking toward the finish line with a serene expression on his face. She wasn’t suspicious of him—just confused. Why was he here? And how was he so calm when everyone else was running for their lives?

The chaos continued around her, but for a brief moment, she found herself fixated on Player 001 and his bizarre, joyful smile.

It made no sense. How could he be smiling in the middle of all this?

Before she could dwell on it any longer, the voice crackled again. “Red light!”

Y/N’s focus snapped back to the game. She forced herself to keep moving forward, her breath shallow, her legs trembling as she inched closer to the line. The panic had subsided for a moment, but the danger was still there. Every second counted.

—/—

Y/N had made it to the finish line, standing still beside Player 218, breathing in shallow, ragged gasps. The tension in the air was suffocating. Ahead of them, Player 456 was still far from the finish line, but he was fighting with everything he had to make it.

Suddenly, Player 456 stumbled. His foot caught on the limp arm of a body that had already fallen, sending him teetering forward. Y/N’s heart jumped into her throat, her eyes widening as she watched him fight to regain his balance.

Before she could process what was happening, a hand shot out from the side. Player 199—who was right next to him—grabbed player 456's jacket, he didn't pull him to his feet but he kept him from hitting the ground completely.

For a moment, it looked like they might both fall. But Player 199 held onto the man's jacket, steadying him as the seconds ticked away. Y/N could feel the rising panic in the air as she watched them, the doll’s cold gaze unwavering.

And then, the voice rang out again: “Red light!”

Despite already have crossed the line and is more than safe for now Y/N’s body locked up, her breath held tight in her chest. The tension was unbearable. Players who had been moving even a fraction too late were falling. But there, in the middle of it all, Gi-hun and Player 199 were still frozen. She could see Gi-hun’s eyes, wide and desperate, his body trembling, but the two of them stayed perfectly still.

Then the doll spoke again: “Green light.”

The man let go of his jacket and they both eyed the timer that seemed to somehow be moving in slow motion and at super speed at the same time.

3

2

They leaped for it, both of them jumping over the finish line right as the timer hit 0. They laid on the ground catching their breaths while the rest of the people who didn't make it looked around or stared at nothing and before they had the chance to blink they were being gunned down for not making it in time. Y/N turned her head away and looked at the two men on the floor, her eyes meeting the player who stood next to her, 218 who gave a small but non noticeable nod. They had made it for now but this was only the first game.. the guard said they would be playing a total of six, five more rounds to go and something told her they would just get progressively harder.

[carlosainzgf]

PAYBACK

cho sang woo x fem!reader

warning: smut but nothing crazy. mdni.

the players were walking up the stairs to their next game. sang-woo had a feeling you knew something. he heard you mention it to han Mi-nyeo last night.

he caught up to you on the stairs. “you know something, don’t you? what did you see?” he asked, walking slightly behind you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said bluntly. “don’t play dumb with me.” he said in a more stern tone, grabbing your wrist and stopping you from walking. “i heard you talking to player 212 about knowing something. tell me.”

“if i did know something…what makes you think that i’ll tell you?” he kept his hold on your wrist as he got a little closer to your face. “because you don’t wanna know what happens if you don’t.” he said in a low tone. he stared at you, looking into your eyes with a serious look on his face.

“you don’t scare me.” you chuckled out. his eyebrow twitched, getting slightly annoyed by the fact you were chuckling as a response to his clear threat. he tugged on the wrist he was holding tightly. “im warning you. tell me what you know.” he said in a more serious tone, his other hand moving onto your shoulder. he held you by both of your arms, his face close to yours.

“what are you gonna do if i don’t?” he stayed silent for a second. “you wanna find out?” he asked, his face closer to yours as his grip on your arms tightened. his eyes locked onto your face, waiting for you to start talking.

“because i’ll make you talk if you don’t.” he continued, staring into your eyes. it was clear he wasn’t messing around. he wanted to know what you knew and wouldn’t take any bullshit.

“I’d love to see you try.” you say with amusement.

he suddenly shoved you against the wall behind you. he had you pinned up against the wall, his arms the only things holding you in place.

“stop playing games with me. tell me what you know.” he said in a calm yet intimidating tone, his eyes locked onto your face.

you suddenly kiss his lips, hoping to catch him off guard. he was indeed caught off guard, his eyes widening for a moment as his grip on you loosened. but it only lasted a few seconds but it was enough for you to get from his grasp. he shook his head, snapping himself back into focus as he looked at you. he let out a silent scoff, his eyes looking you up and down as his face was slightly flushed from when you kissed him.

“i don’t kiss and tell.”

“seriously? you use that to distract me?” he asked, his face still red from your kiss.

“but it worked. didn’t it?” you didn’t wait for an answer and turned to walk away.

“oh and they were melting sugar by the way, if it helps. you owe me one, player 218.”

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚

after the game, sang-woo walked into the dorms and soon found you once again. he walked up to you, deciding to sit beside you. “so…you said i owed you one. what did you mean?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at you. he stared at you as he waited for an answer.

“it depends. what did you have in mind to pay me back?”

he stayed silent for a second, trying to think of a way to pay you back. he looked away for a minute before moving his eyes back to you. though he looked hesitant, as if embarrassed to say what he thought of. “meet me at the bathroom after lights out.” he said, got up from his spot and walked away without saying another word.

ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡

after the lights went out and checking and making sure everyone was asleep, sang-woo got up and walked, heading for the bathroom. he got to the bathroom, waiting for you to get there. he stood at the sinks, leaning on them as he waited for you.

you followed soon after. sneaking into the men’s bathroom without the guards noticing. his hands were gripping the sink with his hands, his head was tilted down making his hair fall onto his face perfectly.

“you came.” he stated “good.”

he pushed himself off the, watching you walk over to him. before you could say anything he held you face forcefully, slamming his lips to your. he pushed you over to the sink, lips still attached. he used your surprised gasps as an opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips. he had a strong grip around your waist with his strong arms, not letting you go.

“look who’s caught off guard now?” he said when he pulled away for a second. but he wasted no time and found his was back to your lips. he used his hand to grope your breast under your shirt as the other arm was still holding you up.

he was everywhere. your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach. he got down on his knees, slid your tracksuit down, leaving you with just your underwear. which were embarrassingly wet.

“you’re so wet. for a man you don’t even know the name off.”

you tried to speak but nothing came out of your lips. not when he was playing with your clit over your damp panties.

“where did that arrogant, confident go now? not so talkative when im playing with you, huh? pathetic little slut.”

he practically ripped your panties off and wasted no time to dive into your wetness. his arms were wrapped around your thighs as he ate you out like there was no tomorrow. which actually might be true in such a place like this…

he was licking stripes up and down, focusing on your clit. sucking, biting and grazing over the bundle of nerves, leaving you breathless and making you grip and tug on his hair to ground yourself.

he moved his attention from your clit to your opening, showing his tongue deep inside your warm walls. moving it in and out in a slow but firm pace. he would stop once in a while to leave teasing kisses on your thighs but then dive right back into your pussy.

it was becoming too much. the way he toyed with your clit, how he moved his tongue inside of you, his tight grip on your thighs.

“im gonna, ngh, come.” you managed to let out in between moans as you were tugging at his hair. he was a man on a mission. he didn’t stop. just kept on going as you fell apart at his touch. he licked up everything, not missing a drop.

he rose from the ground. he looked like a mess. a very gorgeous mess, to be exact. his hair was a mess. the lower half of his handsome face wet from your wetness and his spit. and your pleasure must’ve had a effect on him to by the look of his tracksuit. his hard on was firmly resting against his bottoms. a little patch of wetness seeping through.

you reached to pull his pants down but were interrupted by loud bang at the door, the robotic voice of one of the guards telling us it was time to go back to the dorm.

“oops. i guess you’re gonna have to sort this out yourself. sorry.” you say ,in such a voice just to tick him off, then quickly put your clothes back on and reach for the door.

“you little-“ he called out but you closed the door on him.

he looked pathetic. it was funny really. even tho you would’ve loved to go further it was even more fun seeing him suffer.

but it’s okay. you’ll get even…later.

[itsnesss]

Hi ! So i just want to say i absolutly adore all of your Jun-ho fics !

Can you do a Jun-ho x female reader fic where she is a player and he noticed her while infiltring because of her kindness. Like, she is supporting Han Mi-Neyo, is always trying to be kind ect ?

Sorry if it's strange, have a great day/night !

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | violence, death, psychological distress, trauma, tense or suspenseful scenes, emotional manipulation, romantic tension under high-stakes conditions

word count | 1.07 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The cold of the facility seeps through your green tracksuit, but you ignore it. It’s not the worst thing you’ve felt since arriving in this hell. Hunger, despair, and fear are constant companions. Still, you force yourself to keep your head high.

You refuse to become just another person who pushes, betrays, and tramples others for an extra second of life.

That’s why, when you see Han Mi-Nyeo sitting in a corner, trembling with rage and helplessness after being rejected by a group, you don’t hesitate.

"Here," you whisper, extending a piece of bread you saved from the last meal.

She looks up, distrustful. Her eyes analyze your every move, expecting a trap, expecting you to be like everyone else.

"Why are you helping me?" she asks warily, though her hand clutches the bread as if afraid you’ll change your mind.

"Because you might need it later," you reply simply.

Mi-Nyeo says nothing. She just lowers her gaze, biting into the bread cautiously, as if she doesn’t remember the last time someone did something for her without expecting anything in return.

This isn’t the first time you’ve acted this way. Since the first day, you tried to do the right thing in a place where there’s no room for kindness. You gave your sweater to a shivering woman on the first night. You helped an old man up when everyone ignored him. You shared food with a man on the brink of collapse.

You don’t expect anyone to do the same for you.

And yet, someone is watching you.

Hidden behind a black mask and a number that camouflages him among the others, Hwang Jun-ho has been watching you since he infiltrated this place. He was looking for his brother. He had no time for anything else.

But then, he saw you.

In a sea of despair, you are a point of light.

He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t look at you longer than necessary. But every time you step forward to help someone, his gaze follows you, unwillingly.

Every time you risk yourself for someone else, a knot forms in his throat.

Because in this game, kindness is a death sentence.

The first time his instincts tell him to act is during the night of the massacre.

When the lights flicker and players attack each other, Jun-ho remains still. He knows he can’t interfere. If he does, he’ll be exposed.

But then, he sees you.

You’re hiding behind one of the beds, not out of fear but to protect one of the weakest women in the group. Your body shields hers as you whisper that everything will be okay, even though you both know it’s a lie.

A man approaches with a pipe in his hand, his intentions clear. And Jun-ho feels his heart stop.

Before you can react, the sound of a gunshot echoes through the room.

The other players shrink back, the chaos halts for a second.

"Enough!" a guard orders, his gun smoking.

It’s a coincidence. A stroke of luck. But you don’t see it that way.

You lift your gaze, and in the shadows, you see him.

One of the masked men, standing a few meters away, his posture rigid. You can’t see his face, but you know it’s him.

Because this isn’t the first time you’ve felt his eyes on you.

And though logic tells you all the guards are the same, something in your chest tells you this one isn’t like the others.

You don’t know his name. You don’t know who he is beneath the mask.

But somehow, you know he cares.

And in this hell, that’s enough.

Days pass, the deaths pile up.

Jun-ho tells himself he must focus on his mission. Find his brother, escape, expose everything.

But every time he sees you, he hesitates.

Especially when you stagger back after the glass bridge game.

Your leg is wounded, your pants soaked in blood. You can barely walk, but you force yourself to keep going.

No one will stop for you. No one will risk helping someone else when survival is all that matters.

A guard approaches, ready to drag you away like a broken object. And before Jun-ho can stop himself, his lips have already spoken the words:

"Leave her."

The guard pauses, surprised.

So do you.

You lift your gaze, and there he is, in the black mask, with that presence you recognize even without ever having seen his face.

"Wants her to continue," he adds, his voice firm.

It’s a calculated lie. One that could cost him his life if questioned.

But no one does.

They let you go.

And that night, as you try to tend to your wounds with trembling hands, you hear a faint sound behind you.

"Why are you helping me?" you whisper, without turning around.

A long silence.

Then, a response, so low you almost don’t hear it.

"Because you don’t belong here."

He closes the door before you can reply.

But your hands no longer tremble.

The night before the final game, you wake with a jolt.

You don’t know why, but you feel someone is there.

And when your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see him.

He’s not wearing the mask.

Your heart races. It’s the first time you see his face.

And it’s the first time he allows himself to look at you without barriers.

Hwang Jun-ho.

His expression is serious, but his eyes say what his lips cannot.

"Tomorrow…" he starts, but stops.

There’s nothing he can tell you that you don’t already know.

If you win, maybe you live.

If you lose, it’s all over.

And he, who came here seeking answers, who never intended to get involved, now finds himself with a problem he can’t escape.

Because he wants to save you.

But he doesn’t know how.

You look at him, unflinching.

"You don’t have to do this," you whisper.

He lets out a dry, humorless laugh.

"I know."

But he’s here.

And when he steps forward, when his hand slides over yours, when his lips find yours in a desperate kiss, you know it’s the first and last time he will.

Because in this game, love has no place.

But, for tonight, you allow it.

Because even if dawn brings death, even if the end is inevitable…

Here, in the darkness, it’s just you and him.

No masks. No fear.

Only a whisper before everything disappears.

"Survive."

[yg-rotcod]

Shut up or I'll cut your face

miss

miss

p-please help me. please, please, please.

@yg-rotcod is trying to kill me. i need support.

please.

i beg of you.

honey- whats going on?

what- get behind me son.

he has to get through me first.

[ibelieveinvillainsupremacy]

Helloooo

Here's a whole list of fandoms and characters I write stuff for, which you can request me headcanons, x reader, random stuff...

There you go~

•One piece live action: Alvida, Buggy, Kuro, Arlong, Kuroobi, Chew

•No Straight Roads: all characters

•Junji Ito: all characters

•One piece (anime and manga): Caesar Clown, Gecko Moria, Charlotte Perospero

•Disney Villains (all of them!)

•One punch man: Lord Boros, Deep Sea King, Mosquito Girl

•Total drama characters (all of them)

•Kakegurui (all of them)

•Smile Precure: all the villains

•The arcana: Valdemar, Valerius, Volta, Vlastomil and Vulgora

•Lollipop chainsaw: Dark Purveyors and Swan

•Trollhunters: Nari, Bellroc and Skrael

•Final Destination: all characters, also from the books!

•Barbie movies: all villains

•Suicide squad: all characters from 2016 and 2021 movies

•Non Disney villains: Rasputin, Mok Swagger, Pitch Black, all Kung Fu panda villains, all Shrek movies villains, Thrax, Xibalba, The Monstars.

•Squid games: Season 2: Thanos (player 230), Cho Hyun-ju (player 120). Season 1: Jang Deok-su (player 101), Han Mi-nyeo (player 212)

•Halloween Horror Nights: Jack the Clown, The Director, The Usher, Chance The Clown, The Caretaker, Lady Luck, Gideon Grim

Only the characters I added please! Don't ask me about any other character, or your request won't be considered ^^

That's it... Bye 🤗

[blissfulbluee]

BEGGING for Han Mi-Nyeo headcanons if You happen to have any. I adore her so so so so sososoososososo much

Hi! Do you mean just about her character or do you mean x reader hcs? I liked her up until things she said to Ali, but i don’t mind giving character hcs as i’d give them for any character even if i don’t particularly like them. lmk pls!

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ players of the 33rd games (s1) ]❜

╰₊✧ contains: kang sae-byeok, cho sang-woo, ji-yeong, ali abdul, han mi-nyeo

━━━ .°˖✧ kang sae-byeok - player 067 ˚₊ ⊹

baking.

stick with me - finding out you’re also participating in the games & staying by your side throughout┊1.6k words

18+) teasing you because you can’t keep up with her┊0.5k words

two girls in the cut - how sae-byeok & se-mi would compete for your affections in the games┊1.5k words

━━━ .°˖✧ cho sang-woo - player 218 ˚₊ ⊹

hyperfem! reader

18+) no one has to know what we do - you lay in bed with your dad’s best friend after a night of passion┊1.3k words

hold me while you wipe my tears┊0.5k words

━━━ .°˖✧ ji-yeong - player 240 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ ali abdul - player 199 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

━━━ .°˖✧ han mi-nyeo - player 212 ˚₊ ⊹

nothing here yet...

[downins]

Squid Game Characters during online class [ headcanons ]

Characters included: Seong Gi Hun, Kang Sae Byeok, Jang Deok Su, Han Mi Nyeo, Ali Abdul, Hwang Jun Ho, Ji Yeong & Cho Sang Woo 

-Seong Gi Hun-

◦Gi Hun’s grades are average, but he is a good student who joins classes. 

◦He is the helpful student, just text him and he’ll try his best to lend a hand. He won’t give you all the answers right away but he will explain to you how to solve the problem. 

◦He always joins class early, greets and thanks the teachers in every class. Constantly answering the teacher’s questions. 

◦He’s the one who created the groupchat to discuss about school and he reminds all of you to join class. 

◦When you’re absent, he will text you after class and send you all of the homework that needs to be done. 

◦He will videocall you to teach you how to do them and explain to you about today’s topic. 

◦He gives you motivation to join classes or do assignments, and after that he will say things like “I’m proud of you :D” 

-Kang Sae Byeok- 

◦Sae Byeok is the quiet student, the cold one that no one dares to mess with. But you being her significant other, she rings your phone to wake your lazy ass up. 

◦You don’t know how she does it but she somehow gets good grades in class even though she doesn’t engage that much in class. Eh she’s Sae Byeok she can do anything perfectly. 

◦She doesn’t really talk to the teachers that much, the only time you ever see her talking to teachers is when they ask her questions. 

◦Joins class early, submits assignments before the deadline, the perfect student but also the fierce and scary one. 

◦When she doesn’t join classes, she’s either chilling with her brother or just doing some of her stuff. 

◦She only allows you and Ji Yeong to ask her about homeworks, she does help Gi Hun sometimes but others.. not really. 

◦When you’re absent, she’ll definitely leave the class because she wants to check up on you and just spend time with you. 

◦But yes, you care about your education so she’ll ask Ji Yeong or Gi Hun for help. And after that the two of you will try to study together. 

-Jang Deok Su-

◦Barely gives a single fuck about class, but because you always try to persuade him to do so, he will do it for you. 

◦He join class after 30 minutes and just stays quiet for the whole time. He doesn’t care about the teachers a lot. 

◦Your attendance rate is literally 100% because you help him take notes and write down the assignments. And after that you will try to teach him everything you learnt. 

◦He feels bad because he feels like he’s using you to pass school, but you just explained to him how you don’t want him to drop out and graduate together. 

◦He tells you to take breaks and pamper yourself, make sure you’re not sacrificing your mental health for the sake of helping him pass every class. 

◦He spams the groupchat that Gi Hun created with memes and stupid stickers, random stupid videos. You do find it entertaining but at the same time you feel bad for others who are in the groupchat. 

-Han Mi Nyeo-

◦First of all, she joins classes but sometimes she forgets to turn off her camera and yall would catch her eating or just laughing at random stuff. 

◦50% focusing in class, 50% eating or playing games. Yes that’s our beloved Mi Nyeo. 

◦She texts you during class and just say that she’s bored and lonely. She just wants to go to your house and cuddle you. 

◦She only pays attention during her favourite class, and the other boring ones, she’ll either just skip them or join the class and mind her own business. 

◦Her grades aren’t really good, but not that bad but also not average. I mean she loves certain subjects and she will definitely get an A on her favourite subjects. 

◦When she doesn’t attend any class, you’ll help her take down small notes and surprisingly she understands them really quick and she promised to buy you meals after the lockdown is over. 

◦She just comes to you when she doesn’t know how to do any assignment. She only does her assignments at the eleventh hour. 

-Ali Abdul-

◦ALI ABDUL SUPREMACY <3333333

◦He’s the same as Gi Hun, he attends class early, is polite to the teachers and classmates. He’s a really sweet student. Everyone loves him. 

◦When he greets the teacher in the meeting, he will add emojis. He loves helping the teachers when they’re having technical difficulties. And he’s very very patient with everyone. 

◦Is really focused on maintaining his good grades, if you don’t understand anything, you can always count on Ali for help. 

◦He will slowly explain to you about everything one by one and makes sure that you’re crystal clear about it. Don’t worry, he can repeat himself over and over again for you because he loves you that much. 

◦Sleeps early so that he will have enough energy to attend classes the next day. Texts you good night and good morning everyday. 

◦Ali would definitely check if you’re in class or not, when he notices that you’re absent, he will send a message to you and study with you after class. 

◦If you’re not feeling well, he will help you do your assignments and hand them in. He will inform the teacher about your condition and after that he will tell you to just rest. 

◦In the groupchat, he sends really sweet messages to everyone and tells them to have a great day. Deok Su tried making fun of him for this once, and things didn’t really turn out well for him after that. 

-Hwang Jun Ho-

◦Jun Ho is like Ali too, but he isn’t very nice to everyone. He doesn’t really like Deok Su and Mi Nyeo because you know how they can be like sometimes. 

◦Yes, you can depend on him to help you with school. But will he give you a whole ass lecture if you’re not taking school seriously? Yes, yes he will. 

◦He does love talking to you but just odn’t distract him during class, he wants to succeed in school and he also wants you to pass with flying colours. 

◦He communicates with the teachers 85% percent of the time. He will ask questions about stuff he doesn’t understand. 

◦If you’re sick, he will videocall you while joining class to check on your condition. He wants to make sure that you’re not in a critical situation and also focus in class. Yeah he can do two things at once because he’s Hwang Jun Ho. 

◦He pays attention to you and his school priorities, he manages to settle a lot of stuff at once. 

-Ji Yeong-

◦Ji Yeong is a pretty good student too, she looks like she doesn’t care about school but she actually does. 

◦She wants to excel in school because she actually wants to live a good life with you in the future.

◦When all of you needs to turn on your cameras in class, you will catch her staring at you but sometimes its the other way around. She’s madly in love with you. 

◦The two of you do a lot of stuff together, she spends most of her time doing art projects with you, studying together, doing homework together. But 90% of the time is her saying how pretty/handsome you are and admiring you while you’re doing your stuff. 

◦She does socialise with the other students, but mostly with you and Sae Byeok. She loves the both of you so much and Sae Byeok likes spending time with the both of you. 

◦When you’re sick, she’s like Jun Ho, she will videocall you while joining her classes. She wants to make sure she won’t fall behind but also wants to make sure you’re doing fine. 

◦She insists on helping you do your homework, she wants you to just rest and take a break from school. 

◦When there’s a group project, she definitely wants to partner up with you. Actually she wants to see you more even though it’s through the screen. 

-Cho Sang Woo-

◦Sang Woo is also an intelligent student, he manages to handle a lot of stuff. So online classes aren’t really a huge problem for him. I think that he deals with technology pretty easily. 

◦He’s good at maths and after every maths class, he’ll text you to make sure that you’re able to understand the formulas and the methods. 

◦His notes are somehow really neat and understandable so you always ask him for advice on how to arrange yours.

◦He’s polite to everyone. But when it comes to Deok Su and Mi Nyeo, he barely talks to them. He only texts them when they need answers. 

◦If you’re sick, just inform him and he will pay extra attention in class. He desn’t want you to stare at your device for a long period of time so he just sends you notes and important parts of the topic. 

◦He won’t do your assignments for you but if you do have any problem understanding the questions, he will teach you. 

◦Sang Woo loves you so that’s why he makes sure that you’re not procrastinating any homework. He wants you to do well in school. <3

[parkvcrs]

Guardian Angel

SUMMARY: s/n y/n accidentally catches the eye of one of the guards.

PAIRING: guard! x player!fem!reader.

WARNING(S): death, blood, that sort of stuff.

NOTES: i guess minor spoilers for the third episode of squid game if you haven’t seen it.

Player 018 fiddled with the end of her uniform as she grabbed her breakfast from one of the guards, “Thank you.” She nodded her head towards him. A circle is drawn on his mask. It stands for being below the triangle and the square. This is a simple rule. However, the player seemed to be genuine in showing her appreciation of the meal — as if feeding her is not their responsibility, but a generous gesture.

The guard, in particular, was well-costumed to the rules that he must obey. He was not a manager nor a soldier, but a worker. A worker who is the "civilian" staff in the sense that they are given menial tasks — body disposal, preparing games, cleaning maintenance, and food distribution. Their role in the Games does not require them to speak or possess weapons. But most importantly:

1. ALWAYS WEAR YOUR MASK OUTSIDE OF YOUR ROOM

2. DO NOT CONVERSE WITHOUT PERMISSION

3. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION

He knew he wasn’t supposed to converse on his jurisdiction, but found himself compelled to respond to Player 018. He opened his mouth to engage in a conversation, but stopped himself, reminding himself of the rules and what would happen if he disobeyed. “S/n Y/n!” A voice called for the young woman, prompting her to tense. Turning around, the contestant retreated to her group with her breakfast in hand.

As the guard continued passing out the meal to the remaining players, he couldn’t help but glance occasionally in Player 018’s, or rather, S/n’s, general direction. Before the two knew it, it was time for the second game.

All players were herded to a spacious room that was made up to mimic a giant-sized playground, with a towering jungle jim and an adult-sized slide and so on. Despite the circumstances, Player 018 couldn’t help but get distracted by the scenery until the intercom rang loudly throughout the room: “Players, welcome to the second game. We will begin shortly.” At this, she frowned — reminding herself that she could spare no expense. She could not let herself daydream at a time like this, for it could jeopardize her chances of advancing to the next round. With a small sigh, she tilted her head back as she listened carefully to the instructions. “Players, before the game begins, choose one of the four available shapes you see on the wall. Once you’ve chosen your shape, please stand in front of it. Choose a shape and stand in front of it immediately.”

At this, S/n’s eyebrows furrowed together with subtle confusion as she tried her best to look past the shoulders of everyone in front of her. She looked at her options: a circle, a triangle, a star, and an umbrella. Player 018 stood there for a moment whilst trying to make up her mind for making her final decision before the intercom prompted that everyone should move faster, “Choose a shape and stand in front of it immediately.” It repeated.

Feeling as if she was being rushed, Player 018 began to pace in front of the various lines but ultimately decided to pick the star. Even though she was compelled to pick the umbrella from the beginning, her gut authorized against it.

“The time to select your shape has ended. I will now explain the rules of the next game. All players, please take one case each from the table at the front of your line.” With that, the lines started to move as guards handed out small tins. Eventually, it got to S/n’s turn and she was met face-to-face with another guard with a circle pattern imprinted onto his mask. Unbeknownst to her, it was the same guard from this morning. Player 018’s gaze shifted between the tin and the guard’s mask. “All players, please take one case each from the table at the front of your line.” The voice recited.

Realizing that she was holding up the line, she let out an embarrassed chuckle as she went to reach out for her tin but accidentally grazed over the guard’s hand. “Oh, my apologies…” She whispered before nodding her head to show her gratitude once more. “Thank you.” She turned her heel to find a place to sit down. The guard, however, temporarily stopped his duties as he recalled how small and gentle her hands were compared to his.

“Please take a moment to open the case and check the contents.” The voice continued and S/n, sitting against the slide, did as she was told and opened the lid to reveal a dalgona with a pattern of a star engraved onto it. “The second game is sugar honeycombs. The shape you have chosen is the shape you must remove from the honeycomb,” S/n’s heard felt as if it was going to burst as this was revealed to her, but she tried to calm herself with the fact that it could have been worse. “The time limit is ten minutes. You will pass if you trim out the shape without breaking or cracking within the time limit. With that, let the game begin.”

Hesitantly, Player 018 picked up the needle and looked back at the wafer in front of her. “You have got to be joking…” She let out a shaky sigh and carefully began to scrap it. It wasn’t long before a shot erupted in the once quiet area. S/n jumped at the sudden noise but made sure to not have her needle close to the wafer as this happened. She looked up for a moment and watched as blood trailed down the slide immediately after the first eliminated player is executed. She did not move for a few seconds as she watched numerous people get eliminated after this death since they accidentally destroyed their dalgona. 

After a few seconds, S/n slowly looked back down at the wafer and resumed her work but maintained wary of her surroundings. She was so engrossed in carving out the perfect shape that she did not notice the sound of the sand crunching under the boots of the guard approaching. His silhouette fell over her small figure as he unintentionally kicked up sand onto her. Player 018 bit the inside of her cheek, agitated as this happened before wiping the sand off of her. “I’m not finished yet.” She mumbled under her breath. She side-eyed the boots beside her leg and watched as they did not leave when she mentioned this. Frowning, S/n halted and showed the guard her almost finished carved star.

Looking up, she found it was not one of the men with the triangle staring down at her but rather a circle. She looked around at the other guard’s mask and found the individual in front of her was the odd man out. “I don’t think you should be here,” she said vaguely. “You’ll get into trouble, won’t you?” She tilted her head to the side and then began to finish up carving out her piece.

The guard, however, as to not draw suspicion, remained quiet and simply stared down at the participant. She shifted in her spot, showing obvious signs of discomfort. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I cannot focus if you are hovering over my shoulder…” S/n tried to remain as polite as possible. She could hear a slight scoff emit from the guard as he crouched down beside her before placing a lighter near her leg. Player 018 opened her mouth to reply but the guard gently grabbed her arm to get her attention as he raised his index finger to his mask to gesture to her to be quiet. She nodded, understanding but found herself looking at the lighter as he scurried away.

‘Did he confiscate this from another player? Did he bring it here? How did the others not find this?’ She chewed on her lip as she picked up the lighter, moving under the slide so she won’t be easily spotted by the other competitors or the guards. She huffed as she heated the needle which gave her an easy advantage in the game. She smirked at the sight of how easily she cut through the treat.

Within a few minutes, S/n Y/n was able to successfully cut through the shape of the star. Looking up, she quickly discarded the lighter into her pants as she went up to the nearest guard and showed him that she completed the challenge.

“Player 018, pass.” The intercom rang out which caused her to sigh in contempt and then was directed outside of the room to regroup in the main area.

Much to her credit, she did acknowledge that she wouldn’t have passed if it wasn’t for the worker — she fiddled with the lighter in her pocket as she walked down the corridor, frowning. S/n knew that she had to return it to him. She had to thank him in some sort of way for she was in his debt.

The very thought of the sworn enemy being her protector or knight in shining armor made Player 018 giggle at the irony which prompted the guard in front of her to look over his shoulder, as to stare at her inquisitively. “Oh… my apologies. My head was in the clouds.” She partially lied and almost immediately returned to her thoughts.

‘Looks like I have a little guardian angel on my side…’

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author’s note: ah! i am sorry if this came off as corny, cliché, or anticlimactic in any way! i just wanted to focus on the tension between you, the player, and the guard— plus, i am nooooo good when it comes to writing ends for stuff. 0-o

[yg-rotcod]

doc- doc!!!

g-guess what?!

What?..

[hotofficejunho]

Squid Game characters coming home to f!reader cooking dinner

I always wanted to write my own characters x reader headcanons, so here I go!! Feel free to send submissions, I’d love to write more if you like it! 

Also, sorry for the heteronormativity in some, I was in a cooking mood yesterday and felt these vibes, I don’t mean to encourage some ultimate gender roles, it doesn’t mean reader a housewife if they don’t wish to be so :D (This is aimed at fem reader but it may work just fine as gender neutral)

(other) warnings: some NSFW implications

Seong Gi-Hun

- Gi-Hun had a really shitty day and felt pretty down when going home, but the moment he saw you in the apron, cooking in the messy kitchen with music on and humming/dancing, his mood immediately skyrocketed

- he’d tune in with the atmosphere instantly, sing or dance with you, hug you from behind and ask what he can do

- he’s not good at cooking or baking and you know it, so you give him tasks he can’t really mess up, he tries his best but he’s mostly a moral support and makes you laugh

- he might rant about his day but more light-heartedly now, because you make him feel like everything is going to be just fine

- then he asks you about your day extensively, with lots of questions, he likes to listen to you and to mutually share everything about your lives

-you’ll probably end up in a dim light on a sofa, slowly nibbling on desserts or sipping wine, chatting, eventually making out... Everything was going to be just fine

Cho Sang-woo

- Sang-woo can occasionally seem unappreciative of what you do for him as he’s under a lot of stress

- he LOVES when you cook for him, and this love language works so well for him, but sometimes he forgets to thank you and generally struggles to find ways to let you know how much he values you

- some days he’s so stressed he downright refuses to eat and retreats to private, he might need this alone time sometimes

- that can cause friction between you - you leave him alone and wait for him to eat on his own, or you listen to his problems the entire time when he actually sits down and eats with you

- only later does he realize how terrible insensitive he is - sometimes it takes a shouting match or even tears

- then he works really hard to fix it, he holds you and kisses you lovingly, he caresses your hair and apologizes. He actually realizes repeatedly he could lose you and that secretely makes him panic.. he tries to be better

- maybe you have intense make-up sex afterwards, he’s thorough with both foreplay and aftercare

- next time you come home, he is the one cooking. he thanks you for looking out for him and swears to do the same for you

Kang Sae-Byeok 

- sometimes the sight of you cooking makes her smile widely, sometimes she just quietly comes to you and gives you a slow kiss on the cheek or on the mouth

- she has a bit of trouble to receive acts of kindness like this, she gets flustered and humble but she’s quietly appreciative

- when the circumstances are just right, she joins you and you have a lot of fun - Sae-Byeok has an undiscovered talent for cooking/baking and she gets absorbed in the task when she’s focusing...you often silently admire her

- sometimes you get distracted in the middle and don’t finish cooking - you may  happen to tease her in one way or another and she presses you against the table with the serious look that turns you on... or when you sit on the counter, she gets between your legs, presses you against herself and kisses you

- usually you eat on the sofa and maybe watch a film while you eat, and afterwards cuddle or hold hands

Hwang Jun-Ho

- honestly, he’s usually the one to cook. even if he comes from work exhausted, he cooks - he loves to see you enjoy what he makes and cooking also relieves his stress

- he prefers to have his own space when he does it himself, but when you beat him to it, he offers to help. you often decline so sometimes he takes a shower meanwhile or he makes cups of coffee/tea and chats with you

- he also “secretely” watches you when you cook. he’s really good at being discreet of course, but he mostly he knows you know he’s looking.. which is why you are dressed the way you’re dressed while he’s waiting for the meal so he can get a preview of his dessert...

- furthermore, he eyes you over dinner. he has these intense gazes which make you blush.. he frequently has this serious look that’s supposed to hide he wants you, but the eyes give it away

- sometimes, during of after dinner, this makes you come over there and sit on his lap.. sometimes that makes him take you in his arms and carry you straight to bedroom

The Salesman

- you know it: he gives you one of those wide grins of his...like you’re some obedient girl who’s exactly where he wants you to be. You don’t get offended, you know he respects you deeply, it’s just a game you play, and he’s smug like that

- he slowly sets down his briefcase, washes his hands and then watches you for a while

- maybe he pours himself a drink. he likes to observe what you’re doing. He’s often the one doing the shopping, or at least pays for it when you do it together, that’s on the nights he doesn’t treat you to a fancy dinner

- occassionaly he helps you, if you let him (he knows he’s good at cooking but he wouldn’t insult you by interfering if he thought you wouldn’t appreciate it) and he’s very focused when he does help

- let’s be honest...sometimes you have a quickie while you wait for something to cook, right there in the kitchen, and then get right back to it like nothing happened...

Jang Deok-su

- he loves when you cook for him, it’s one thing he doesn’t like doing himself but he does plenty other things for you instead

- he usually doesn’t comment on you cooking and sits down as you chat about your respective days, or he waits in silence

- when he comes home angry, which happens, you know the best thing to do is to let him cool down, have a shower or rant.. 

- he feels so much better after he eats, he’s so much easier to talk to. the thing is, he forgets to eat during the day and you know it’s what can make him so irritable

- afterwards, he’s like a different person. he smiles at you and admires you.. he can’t get enough of the food either, often going for seconds, and he asks about specifics about the meal sometimes

- he tends to have a drink and/or a cigarette after dinner, and he might take some time to relax after a busy day, watches TV or reads something... he likes when you come to him first, he likes the attention, so when you join him, most of the time he stops what he’s doing and makes it worth your time

Han Mi-nyeo

- when she comes home, usually she’s pretty loud. she talks about the latest thing that upset or enthused her. she raids all the cupboards and makes a noise, puts the TV on, gets changed into something baggy and comfortable and tries to eat snacks, which you sternly take away from her, pointing out you’re cooking

- she pouts, opting for a couple of cigarettes instead, sitting with her legs crossed and continues chatting or ranting

- she gets pretty excited about food she likes or when she happens to be in mood for the particular one and she thanks you, also often going for seconds

- when she isn’t in the mood, she might thank you but take her meal to privacy or refuse it. Eventually, though, she humbly comes back for it and is snappy when you point this out

- she often expresses her gratitude later, on random ocassions and in different ways. nearly always she washes up and tidies the place

- often when you leave after dinner, she comes over and crawls to the bed with you or joins you in the shower, she tells you you’re the best and she’s a bit obsessive about you, and if she’s feeling frisky (perhaps from alcohol she drank with dinner) she won’t keep her hands off you for the evening, you know she won’t

- sometimes she promises she’ll cook next time, but rarely does, she finds it boring and doesn’t have the patience.. but you appreciate the effort when she fixes up something mediocre because the proud look on her face is worth it