#junho / tasks

[meadowfics]

first bottle

hwang jun ho x baby player 222 x f!reader

warnings: reader is the circle guard in the picture above. fluff with tiny angst

SPOILERS FOR SQUID GAME SEASON THREE BELOW -> DON'T CLICK 'KEEP READING' IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!

right now, you are pretending that you are a circle guard in the squid games.

your pink jumpsuit a constant reminder of the lies you wear. the mask hides your face, but not the dread pooling in your gut. you’re not here for the prize or the thrill...you’re here for jun ho, your fiancé.

he’s out there, somewhere beyond the neon-soaked walls, working to save you and gi hun before the games claim you both.

every move you make, every coded note you observe around this place, is a step on a razor’s edge.

one slip, and you’re gone.

they’ve tasked you with caring for baby player 222, a tiny girl with wide, innocent eyes. her mother, the original player 222, fell in the fifth game.

the baby was brought in as a "replacement" for the mother, it was a cruel placeholder to keep the entertainment going for the VIPs.

you don’t understand the logic, but you don’t question it.

not out loud.

instead, you hold her close and feed her.

all of the players are eating, and you are tasked with giving baby her own warmed bottle.

you remember warming bottles for little babies at the time when you were a social worker, dealing with orphaned kids.

the bottle is warmed, and your hands are gentle while feeding the baby despite the blood staining this place.

she’s a spark of light in a room of homicidal monsters. well, tone fair, these are players driven to desperation, guards numbed to death, and a system that feeds on both.

you hum to her in the dormitory’s shadows, soft songs from a life that feels like a dream. you hope that none of the other plays hear you through that mask.

the other guards don’t care about her; to them, she’s a prop, a number.

to you, she’s hope, fragile and precious.

you whisper promises to her, “you’ll make it, little one,”

though you’re not sure you believe it.

the air reeks of fear and sweat, the players’ eyes hollow as they brace for the next game while begging for more rice and soju. you keep the baby close, her warmth grounding you as you gather intel for jun ho.

names, schedules, weaknesses in the system.

you hide notes in your jumpsuit’s seams beside your pistol.

gi hun’s in the room, watching you feed baby. he thinks you are an enemy. if only you could take off your mask right now and show him that you are Junho's fiancé, the one he met in that hotel days ago.

456's face is etched with determination to keep that baby alive. you have been giving gi-hun an extra ration since you got your way in as a circle guard. however, it’s dangerous.

the other guards notice too much, and the front man’s gaze feels like a noose.

the games grind on.

the next morning comes the final game. sky squid game itself.

you’re stunned when they bring out the baby, player 222, as a contestant.

she’s in a tiny jumpsuit, carried by gi hun the entire time. 456's face is pale but resolute. the rules are twisted: the baby’s life is tied to the outcome.

you want to scream, to tear off your mask and stop this, but you can’t.

gi hun fights like a man possessed, not for himself but for her.

you see it in his eyes...he’s decided she’s worth more than the prize, more than his own life.

when the final moment comes, he falls back off the platform. he falls to his death hundreds of feet below.

the blood pools around him, his sacrifice ensuring the baby’s survival.

the guards declare player 222 the winner, a sick joke that makes your stomach churn.

you’re there when you see junho shot through the glass, you see the frontman take the baby away.

you want to run to her, but jun ho’s interruption stops you.

you want to chase after her, but there’s no time.

alarms blare, and the front man’s presence's echoes.

three months later, you’re in a quiet apartment, far from the island which got destroyed.

you and jun ho are still healing, making friends with wooseok.

the games are gone....jun ho’s intel helped bring the island down. though in ho vanished, a ghost who slipped through the cracks. you’re not sure what’s next, but you’re together, and that’s enough for now.

one evening, you come home and see a baby in the carrier.

the baby.

the winner from the games.

the one who you fed her first bottle to.

you refer to her as min-ji, as you’ve always called her in your heart.

you take min, her tiny hand curling around your finger as you ignore the card that was on her belly.

the jacket, blood stained, gets removed from her which reveals a clean blue and floral onesie.

when you hear the front door open again, you look at jun ho.

the man's eyes are wide as he observes the situation. the baby, the winner you told him about.

inho left the baby here for you and junho.

the only two people he knows would raise this little angel well.

junho nods, a silent agreement knowing that you wouldn't let this baby go.

there was a gold debit card, full of the babies 45.6 billion won winnings.

this whole thing, you knew, was a cryptic note about ensuring the child’s safety.

you don’t understand why, but you don’t care.

min’s here, with you and jun ho, and it feels like a gift...a new sense of peace after so much destruction.

you hold her close, her warmth filling the cracks in your heart, and know you’re her parents now.

the games took everything, but they gave you the little girl who you fed her first bottle to.

masterlist

[yellowwwcrayon]

Imagine if it was the Salesman that Inho tasked to try and distract Junho/keep him from investigating the games instead of the boat captain, and the Salesman does too good of a job (they hook up repeatedly and then proceeds to actually get into a relationship).

Inho, who's keeping tabs on his brother's social media accounts across all platforms, sees one day that Junho posts a photo of them together with the caption "one year anniversary with this weirdo ❤️" and flips the fuck out, because that was not the deal.

And that ironically is what gets Inho to finally show up in his full Frontman getup, kidnap Junho in that limo, and tell his baby bro very very seriously that he has to break up with his boyfriend because that man is a freak. Stranger danger.

(Salesman probably fake cries to Junho about how Inho threatened him and the Hwang bros get into a shouting match, and Junho gets to say the classic rebellious teenage girl line of "you don't get to tell me what to do, you're not my dad!" and Inho goes quiet and cries a little on the inside.)

Junho: Mission Accomplished. I got laid and got my brother to come crawling back. Two birds with one stone. 🤪

[gnohomotho]

can we get some like 'junho is the type of husband' pls??? ❤️❤️❤️ doesnt have to be full story just fluff!! 🙏

Jun-ho is the type ...husband!edition 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jun-ho is the type...husband!edition

Pairing: husband!Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader Warnings: F L U F F

Jun-ho is the type to wake up five minutes before you and get caught between wanting to snuggle you and kiss your forehead silly, but would absolutely never wish to disturb you. He will then fall back asleep with his body ever-so-slightly touching yours for reassurance...then sleep through three alarm clocks.

Jun-ho is the type to offer you all the blankets before you go to sleep, covering you in them, wrapping you up and squishing you through the fabric to relish your softness and delighted purrs at being so snug – and he gets to cuddle you harder without worry of hurting you with his fervour. In the middle of the night, however, all the blankets are oddly confiscated to his side of the bed, leading you to sleepy tug-o-wars. He’s very apologetic if he wakes and realises the situation.

Jun-ho is the type to warm you up and cover you being the big spoon, he loves feeling protective and close to you. When his chest is against your back, he knows you feel his heart and feels very connected to you. His hand always finds the top of your head and does little twirls in your hair as he humms in his sleep.

Jun-ho is the type to have all his clothes neatly folded by the bed, always wears a towel around his body after a shower, much as he loves and cherishes you, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable and always acts as if it’s your first time meeting him.

Jun-ho is the type to be driven by intense adoration and affection rather than blind lust. You could put on the most racy, revealing, sensual negligée – and he will be very flattered and bashful, cheeks red and hand over eyes – but he will jump at you without warning if you’re comfortable in one of his shirts, humming to yourself and looking peaceful.

Jun-ho is the type to watch you do things, half out of protectiveness, half out of genuine curiosity. You always wonder how he manages to sneak up on you with his frame, but often you turn around to see him, smiling that wide smile to himself, as you do the most mundane tasks. Your confused “What?” is met with a little head shake and another smile.

Jun-ho is the type to get warm off your happiness – little gestures and little notes spring up around the house for you to discover, only for the little yelp of surprise or faux sigh you breathe his name in give him a small rush that makes him want to scoop you up and snuggle nose-to-nose.

Jun-ho is the type to wish to look after you, even if he knows you’re fully capable and wouldn’t ask him to. If you’re not feeling well, you get three hot water bottles and a bath drawn. And don’t even think of walking to it, he never misses an opportunity to carry you in his arms.

Jun-ho is the type to remember that one specific food, drink, item that you mention off-handily and suddenly, you discover cookbooks folded on the page of your favourite dessert and your coffee tasting more of the spice you like so much. He will never admit to it, though.

Jun-ho is the type to relish both foreplay and aftercare, with emphasis on both. He sees foreplay as the whole day he has free with you, from visiting a beautiful place with playful banter, hidden touches here and there, and lots and lots of PDA. You never knew feeding birds and sharing earphones could lead to such intimacy, but here you are.

Jun-ho is the type who loves dad jokes. Enough said.

Jun-ho is the type to be very protective of you, without bordering on uncomfortable. If you’re around people, you know his hand is very lightly hovering around the small of your back. If you’re walking together, it’s arm in arm. If you’re waiting for him, he always waits first to be aware of each aspect of his surroundings.

Jun-ho is the type to want to hold you tight, so tight he feels your bodies as one being – but is also worried he’ll hurt you, so he often walks up to you from behind and wordlessly lays his arms around your waist, holding your stomach, and gently swaying with you. The motion he feels adds intimacy and closeness.

Jun-ho is the type to remember all your anniversaries, but prefers to start celebrating them a day before their actual date, so you know he knows.

[leannswritings]

3 fishes

Syn - a very..unexpected gift, but what’s a gift without joy?

Word count : 1.4k

Warnings : NOT PROOFREAD, none rlly, fluff, new found parents >.<

A/N : satan works fast but fanfic writers work faster. This is the first time I’m writing a fic that involves children..I hope it’s ok lol. But junho would def be such a good dad.

You didn’t know what to expect as you ran towards Junho’s apartment, after a short call of him saying he needed you sounding like he was fighting back his overloading emotions. Whatever it was you weren’t prepared for what you saw when you opened his door to see him standing at the kitchen table with a baby in a basket on the table.

“What the f— um. Is the like some joke or something ? Or did you cheat on me and some girl dropped the kid off? I need an explanation in 2.5 seconds or else I’m gonna—“

“Wha— no? I wouldn’t do that. Stop watching those dramas you watch. It was In-ho. Why? I don’t know.”

“Ok. So your missing brother dropped off a baby. For what, for you to raise? What are you going to do junho.”

You go to pinch your nose bridge to try and wake you up, or give you some type of idea or something to think of.

“I’ll Raise her. He left enough money to support her for the rest of her life. I have too. It’s the right thing to do you know.”

Junho went on this whole rant about raising the baby, if he were to be honest he couldn’t understand or think if it was because the baby was a reminder of his brother or if it was because he deep down wanted to raise a child.

“We. Junho. We have too.”

You replied to his “I have too” rant. You weren’t gonna let him do this alone. There’s no way you could let him, you’ve shared too many conversations about the future together to allow it. Being a single parent wasn’t an easy task either, this had to be done together. You picked the baby up, feeling her weight against your arms, the weight made you feel something you’ve never felt before, you felt an odd type of joy from this small interaction. Junho seems to be feeling the same way, watching how you held and smiled at the small baby in your arms, from that point on he knew exactly what to do.

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For the next 3 months you and junho did co-parenting as you were mostly at work and he still stayed with his mother. It didn’t take long for him to propose to you after finding the perfect place for y’all to move in, there was no way he was going to marry you without having a place to put you and the baby in, he planned everything carefully so it would go as planned. While engaged you moved in together, decorated the rooms together, painting your lives together like you painted the walls of the rooms. Co-parenting was finally no longer, it was just parenting as you settled into the house together. You and junho continued to discuss on how to raise her together until she reached at least school age, since both of you have never been around children this young, and so far have been getting help from friends and junhos mother. The agreement that he would be a stay at home dad, though he would’ve preferred to take care of both you and work, he agreed due to the fact you were slightly a workaholic and preferred to keep working more than staying home, and on your days off you would take over and give him time to rest. The conversation continued throughout the night until you fell asleep in his arms.

Today was the last day at work before going on “vacation” for your wedding, you’ve next took time off before so it was going to be strange not going into work but as you sat at your desk and thought about it, maybe it was a good thing that you were going to finally get some type of break, even with how bad your sleep schedule has been you’ve still found yourself at work. This gives you plenty of time to spend with junho.. plenty of time to spend as a family. As you were deep in thought one of your co workers walked over to you and spoke.

“I didn’t know you had a baby? I don’t even remember seeing you pregnant ”

The worker pointed at the photo of a baby and man on your Lock Screen.

“Ah— funny story actually, but yes, I do.”

“Well..they don’t look that much like you.. maybe they will go into the features.”

The worker said, trying to recall if you were ever pregnant or took maternity leave. You just stared at the worker and oddly smiled as you packed up your stuff to leave work. Saying goodbye to everyone as you walked out of the office. When you finally got to the lobby you saw junho standing there with a scroller, you stood there for a second and took a few pictures , gosh he looked so cute in that moment. He finally looked up and waved at you, you immediately ran over and gave him a hug, looking in the scroller to see the fast asleep baby. The long walk to your workplace must have put her asleep. As you walked back to your place you start to talk to junho.

“Since I’m free now..should we do something tomorrow? The 3 of us.”

“Like..?”

“Mm— maybe go to an aquarium? I should be clean and quiet enough for her..but what do you think.”

“Mm sounds good.”

He wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to him, laying a kiss on your head.

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The next day went perfectly, between the first full night of rest since you had no work to worry about and junho being the one to wake up in the night, which you felt bad about letting him do it by himself— but of course he always brushed it off, and maybe the fact that when you finally got over 8 hours of sleep for the first time you woke up to a warm smile. Getting ready to go out was a little messy though, trying to figure out how to fit everything in the baby bag and how to fix the baby carrier that you’ve yet to use, in case it was needed. You eventually put on subtle matching clothes, you figure it would be a good place to take pictures also, so you should all dress well.

Just as planned the aquarium was perfectly quiet and beautiful. If you were being honest you were the one who really wanted to go to the aquarium. Now that you were there, it was quiet enough for you to hear your own thoughts, causing you to actually think about the “situation” you were in. Getting married to an amazing man and starting a family, sure you’ve thought about this before but now that you were finally slowing down your working and racing mind it hit even more. Before you knew it a your eyes started to water, reality was a little too good to be true. It’s like his spidey senses were tingling because he promptly stopped walking and turned to you, you watched you as you looked up at the ceiling trying to make the tears go back where they came from, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug. He immediately started to reassure you, reassuring you about what was going on and how you were doing well no matter if you were at work, home, or even here in this very moment you were doing your very best, especially as someone who’s never had a child or anything similar. He placed kisses on your forehead as he calmly talked to you. Who knew reality would hit you as soon as you stop being so busy..huh. You looked up at him and nodded, you saw a worker passing by so you let go of junho and quickly went to the worker to ask him something.

“Excuse me.. do you mind taking a photo of us?”

You asked the worker all teary eyed.

The worker didn’t know if they should be concerned or not but they nodded as they grabbed your phone. You walked over and took your baby out of the scroller held her in your arms. You stood beside junho looking at him while smiling as the worker took pictures of it without you know, you finally looked ahead and smiled at the camera as the worker took more pictures. The worker walked over to you to give your phone back, but didn’t leave before saying.

“What a beautiful family you have.”

[itsnesss]

hii maybe a yandere!junho ?? I cant stop thinking about him 😩 i love your writing btw💕

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you wake up restrained in a small room, facing jun-ho, who reveals his obsessive love for you. his yandere tendencies surface as he believes he's protecting you from the world. you must navigate his dangerous devotion and find a way to escape

warnings | junho!yandere, kidnapping/restraint, psychological manipulation

word count | 2.1 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

You wake up with a start, the cold floor chilling your bones. It’s hard to remember how you got here. The faint flicker of a hanging light bulb illuminates the room. It’s a small, almost claustrophobic space, with gray concrete walls. In front of you, sitting on an old metal chair, is him: Jun-ho. His dark eyes watch you with an intensity that makes you shiver.

"Finally awake," he says in a serene voice, but it’s loaded with something else, something unsettling. "Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment?"

You try to speak, but your throat is dry. Your voice barely comes out as a whisper.

"What… what’s going on?"

He smiles, and the gesture should comfort you, but there’s something strange in his eyes, something you’ve never seen before.

"I saved you," he replies, leaning forward. "They were going to hurt you. I couldn’t let that happen."

"They? What are you talking about?" you ask, your heart pounding rapidly.

You try to move, but your wrists are tied with a thick scarf. You look at Jun-ho in disbelief.

"This… this isn’t real."

He slowly gets to his feet, brushing his hands off like he’s just finished an important task.

"Don’t worry. You’re safe with me. No one will ever hurt you again. No one will ever look at you that way again."

His voice, though soft, has a sharp edge. Memories begin to return in fragmented flashes. The last time you saw him was at the café near your workplace. He was always there, sitting at the same table with his black coffee, watching you. There was something about him that unsettled you but also intrigued you, like a mystery impossible to ignore.

"Jun-ho… why am I here?" you manage to ask, though the answer seems clear in your mind.

He leans closer, dangerously close. His warm breath brushes against your face, and you can smell the faint aroma of coffee he always carried.

"Because I love you."

The confession hits you like a punch. You instinctively recoil, but you can’t go far because of the restraints.

"Love me? This isn’t love…" you say, trying to stay calm.

His expression hardens.

"Not love?" he repeats, as if tasting the words for the first time. He paces around you, each step echoing in the small room. "Didn’t you see me? I was always there, watching over you, protecting you from all those men who didn’t deserve you."

"Jun-ho… this isn’t right. Let me go, please."

He stops behind you and places his hands on your shoulders. His touch is firm but not rough.

"Not right?" he murmurs near your ear. "Isn’t it right to want the best for the person you love?"

Your body tenses. The danger in his voice is palpable.

"If you really love me, you wouldn’t do this," you try to reason with him.

He chuckles softly, a sound that makes you tremble.

"You don’t understand. This is for you. For us. You can’t keep living in that world full of people who don’t value you. I’m the only one who can."

"It’s not your decision…" you protest, but he moves quickly in front of you, leaning down until his eyes are level with yours.

"Of course, it’s my decision. Because no one else cares as much as I do."

His gaze is so intense it feels like it could pierce your soul. His obsession is undeniable, but behind it, you see something else: pain, loneliness, desperation.

"Jun-ho, listen… you don’t have to do this. We can talk, find a solution," you say, trying to keep your voice gentle, though inside, you’re terrified.

He smiles again, but this time there’s sadness in his eyes.

"You’ve always been so kind… so understanding. But you don’t get it. If I let you go, they’ll hurt you. I can’t let that happen."

"Who are they?" you ask, hoping to buy time to think of a way out.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he steps back a few paces, as if lost in thought. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely a whisper.

"Everyone. Everyone who tried to get close to you. Everyone who didn’t deserve you."

The air feels heavier. The idea of what he might have done to "protect" you starts to sink in.

"What did you do, Jun-ho?"

He looks at you, and for the first time, he seems vulnerable.

"What I had to."

His words are simple, but the weight behind them leaves you breathless. Your mind fills with horrible images, but you force yourself to stay composed.

"Jun-ho… let me help you. This doesn’t have to go on like this."

He shakes his head.

"I don’t need help. I’ve already done everything necessary."

You start to notice a slight tremor in his hands, as if guilt is beginning to catch up with him.

"If you really love me… trust me. Let me go, and we can figure this out together."

For a moment, it seems like your words are reaching him. He lowers his gaze, and you can see the internal struggle on his face. But then, he straightens up, and his expression hardens again.

"I can’t risk it. If I let you go, you’ll go back to that world… and I can’t allow that."

Desperation grips you. You need to find a way to make him see reason before it’s too late.

"What do you want, Jun-ho? What do you really want?" you ask, trying to keep his attention.

He steps closer again, his eyes burning with intensity.

"I just want you to be mine."

His answer feels like a sentence, and you know words won’t be enough to change his mind. But you can’t give up. Not now.

"Jun-ho, if you keep going down this path, we’ll never truly be together. This isn’t love. It’s fear."

The word seems to affect him. He takes a step back, his gaze faltering.

"Fear?" he repeats, as if trying to process it.

You nod, even though the fear in your own heart threatens to overwhelm you.

"You’re afraid of losing me. But keeping me here isn’t the solution. If you love me, trust me."

The silence that follows is unbearable. Finally, Jun-ho sighs and lowers his head.

"I don’t want to lose you…" he admits, almost in a whisper.

"You won’t," you reply, summoning all the conviction you can. "But you have to trust me."

For a moment, you think you’ve reached him. But then he lifts his gaze, and his expression is a storm of emotions.

"Fine," he finally says, with an eerie calm. "But if I let you go, promise me you’ll never abandon me."

Your heart stops. You know any wrong response could trigger something worse.

"I promise we’ll talk about this. But first, I need you to give me a chance."

Jun-ho stares at you, assessing you. Finally, he pulls a knife from his pocket and cuts the ties around your wrists.

"Don’t make me regret this," he warns.

You rub your aching wrists and look at him carefully. Every move has to be calculated.

"I won’t," you respond, though your mind is already planning how to escape this place.

[midnight--sadness]

Mamma mia anon here :) you were right about dilf gihun in overall 😍 and of course we need to include junho- he really said "mom said i could come!" 😂 backstory of each harem: sangwoo and gihun popped each other's 🍒and gihun was sangwoo's gay awakening; inho is ilnam's son who also owns the island. 20 years ago gihun was protesting about ilnam taking over the island to build 5 stars luxury resort and inho was tasked to talk with the villagers there and save to say he did more than talk to gihun 😗 because of obligations inho had to leave and marry his wife but then she died. now he's back to gain gihun's trust again; salesman owned a boat and gihun was depressed about inho so they were reaaallly rocking the 🚤; gihun wrote about his freaky encounters with 3 hot men in a diary and saebyeok found his diary one fine day. cue the songs; saebyeok and jiyeong singing "lay all your love on me" 👙

gihun, junbae and hyunju sang "mamma mia" and "super trouper" ✨

and gihun singing "the winner takes it all" to inho 🥺

THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE ALWAYS WANTED AND MORE EIJFVFVNKDCNVM 💞💞💞

LITERALLY 10/10 NO NOTES I LOOOOOOOVE IT

jungbae gihun and hyunju being the donna & the dynamos of this universe exactly!!!

even the way they all met, omg i'm in love rn 💖🤧😩

[player016]

One of the fun pieces of foreshadowing for Inho’s infiltration of the games is the consistent near-misses in the pre-game s2 episodes.

Junho almost connects with Gihun when he’s pulled over for speeding, but Junho assigns the task to the new hire instead.

Noeul and Gihun cross paths in the stairwell, but neither of them could possibly know how closely their fates will soon be intertwined.

This show…there’s always a new layer to find!

[yudaegam]

task !       ⸻     002 : apresentação secundária .

o que é a apresentação secundária?

é o nome dado ao momento em que uma pessoa manifesta sua classificação como alfa, beta ou ômega. ela recebe esse nome porque ocorre após a apresentação primária, que é o nascimento e o desenvolvimento das características físicas básicas - sendo, portanto, uma segunda etapa de mudanças importantes no corpo, junto com a puberdade.

na infância, todas as pessoas são consideradas neutras, sem manifestação clara de classificação. é apenas entre os 11 e 16 anos, aproximadamente, que o organismo passa por uma série de alterações hormonais intensas e dá início à apresentação secundária.

esse processo pode ser gradual ou súbito, e costuma vir acompanhado de sintomas como:

ondas de calor ou frio intensas

mudanças de humor e sensibilidade emocional

sensações de desconforto físico ou inquietação

alterações no apetite e sono

liberação da essência pessoal

muitas vezes, o próprio adolescente ou os adultos ao redor começam a suspeitar da classificação com base no comportamento ou nos sinais corporais. no entanto, a confirmação oficial é feita por um exame de sangue, que utiliza marcadores hormonais.

em alguns casos, a apresentação pode ser mais difícil ou causar sintomas exacerbados, exigindo acompanhamento médico e psicológico especializado. apesar disso, é um momento importante na construção da identidade e na adaptação social.

PROPOSTA:

conte como foi esse processo para o seu personagem. pode ser em formato de narrativa, carta, diário, diálogo. como você achar mais interessante.

pontos que você pode explorar:

quais foram os primeiros sintomas?

quantos anos seu personagem tinha?

como seu personagem lidou com a experiência emocional e física?

quem foi a primeira pessoa a perceber ou comentar?

o exame de sangue confirmou o que seu personagem esperava?

isso mudou sua forma de se enxergar ou a maneira como o tratavam?

a data final de postagem é 15 de junho.

use a tag #yudae:apresentação.

[sniper-gihun-xix]

I find great enjoyment in thinking of an AU where Daeho, Junhee, and Junho convince Gihun and Inho to try playing Among Us with them but they dont tell them how to play or explain what the game is about because they wanna see what they’ll do.

Gihun rages and outs himself as the imposter immediately by saying something dumb like “WELL I VENTED OR WHATEVER BUT I STILL DIDNT GET TO THE TASK BEFORE YOUR DUMBASSES CALLED A VOTE, WHY ARE YOU VOTING ME OFF??” And once everyone votes him off he just sighs in disappointment.

Inho looks sus as fuck the entire game because he follows Junho and Gihun’s characters around and doesnt do his tasks because he can’t figure out the puzzles, and the controls are too confusing. And then when he’s confronted about it over voice chat he also rages. “I CONNECTED THE WIRE TO THE GODDAMN OTHER WIRE AND I STILL COULDNT DO IT WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN IM IMPOSTER?????”

Meanwhile Daeho, Junhee, and Junho are cackling, growing an 8 pack as they eventually take the time to explain the game to Gihun and Inho so that they can play better the next few rounds.

[yellowwwcrayon]

Ok but think about Junho using Recruiter to lure his brother off the island. Recruiter goes along with it because he's bored and he hates Inho's new restrictions about what he can do to people during the off-season. They intentionally leak a video feed of what looks like him being violent to Junho in a sexual act (but it was Junho's idea and he happily went along with it). It somehow works and Inho's mad enough to track the man down to personally kill him (Recruiter has a chip implant too), but he's ambushed by the Gihun crew before he's able to complete the task.

Gihun tasers him in the neck.

Inho wakes up handcuffed in the motel, duct tape over his mouth, to the sight of Junho pulling the bullet out of Recruiter's shoulder. The guy gets up and slaps him hard. He's like "I've always wanted to do that. Almost worth getting shot" and slaps Inho again. Junho's just sitting there and watching them, and when their eyes meet, he shrugs and says "you deserved that, hyung."

He doesn't react. There's blood dripping out of his nose. But when Recruiter goes over to Junho and tugs him into a kiss, Inho starts struggling so hard he almost breaks his thumb pulling his arm out of the cuffs. Gihun has to taser him again.

Gihun: You two don't have to do that anymore. We caught him. Recruiter: What does this have to do with him? Gihun: Ugh.

Imagine the pure rage Inho would have if they were left alone while he was still cuffed and Recruiter's like casually sharing sordid details about Junho's body, like he knows there's a coin-sized birthmark on his left buttcheek or he has these cute little silver stretch marks on the insides of his thighs from growing too fast during his teenage years, and that transplant scar, he's come on that scar and inside him. Multiple times.

And Hwang Inho's just staring at him the way he stared at Jungbae, like he's looking at a dead man.

I think all of them working together to bag the Frontman would be so funny. And Gihun has to talk/taser him down from strangling the Recruiter with his bare hands too many times to count. Even when Inho's eventually set loose they have to repeatedly pull him off the guy who is like a whole foot taller than him.

[seodongjae]

the invitation comes in the same, non-descriptive black envelope as the credit card.

his girl is old enough to attend kindergarten by then, and junho has had no need to do any work for a good year, not after the end of the games, not since the money arrived. he has spent the days keeping busy, anyway, mindless tasks that culminate in one big puzzle, how to conjure something that has been blown to bits, how to lay this thing to rest which has gone up in flames. no one remembers, most everyone who had been on that island is dead. kim is the only one who understands but junho knows that he does not appear sane to anyone who might listen to him for longer than five minutes.

too obsessive, after all these years, still.

italy is hot, balmy, humid, the kind of heat that should be familiar when you are from an island and it is all you’ve ever known, but that catches junho off guard anyway. unprepared for the severity of it, he burns as soon as he arrives, shields his face with hats of the baseball teams inho once admired, back when he knew his brother. relics of another time entirely, when they would share the same air, when inho would look at junho with kindness and not with the unreadable gaze of someone gone, entirely lost already.

for as long as junho can think, he has tried to convince himself that his brother is dead. it would have certainly been easier than living with the undying hope and the knowledge of his brother out there, where he cannot find him, somewhere he cannot follow. even the island was not unreachable. junho has spent his entire life chasing inho, and to be forced to stop—maybe that is the lesson.

the villa is secluded, surrounded by high fences and higher hedges, but the gate opens as soon as he is in front of it. a sprawling yard unfolds in front of his eyes, half a kilometer of lush green grass and olive trees, carefully curated, everything impossible evergreen. the front door is painted a deep navy, almost black, and junho wonders, for the first time since he’s got on the plane and left his girl with his mother, if he really should’ve come here. if he shouldn’t turn around and leave, because inho, the last time he saw him, was not the man he grew up with.

the why hasn’t left him yet, has haunted his every waking moment and has followed him into his dreams, too. maybe that is why he is here, why he followed the simple instructions on the familiar piece of paper, why he got on a plane halfway across the world. an answer might be more satisfying than death at this point, more satisfying than the circles he is running in his own head, over and over.

inho is standing in the doorway like an apparition, framed by the wood like a cliffside by the waves of a deep, dark ocean, blue and black. he looks older, but only from the distance, and once junho is close enough to reach him, within earshot, he thinks that his brother hasn’t changed a bit. he’s the same as always, but the sun suits him nicely, and his skin is tanned, his eyes kind, and junho wonders, again, how this man who raised him, whom he would know at the ends of this world, could be the same man who stood on that tower and left him without looking back.

“hyung,” he says and inho doesn’t move, not an inch. he wonders if this is just another of his many dreams, those visions that keep haunting him no matter what he does.

“what am i doing here?”

inho turns and doesn’t wait for him to come because they both know better than anyone that junho will always do the thing he does best, the only thing he knows how to do, which is to follow his older brother into the shade of the large, beautiful house, rife with expensive furniture and paintings adorning the wall, his brother creating his life befitting his taste, one that he could have only dreamed of when they grew up and he showed junho operas in languages he could never understand, books with titles too long to comprehend. junho is far from stupid but inho has always been the one who hungered for a life above their meager reality.

evidently.

“junho-yah,” inho says, as familiar as a heartbeat. a voice unchanged by the flow of time and hazy memory. “thank you for coming.”

it is the first thing his brother has said to him in over three years.

[gottacatchemallrp]

Na manhã do dia 29 de junho de 2025 você recebe um email da prefeitura de Castelia City.

"Caros moradores da nossa linda cidade,

Espero que todos estejam bem e não deixem os pólens da primavera infectar vossos narizes. Se seus pokémons estiverem também passando por esses sintomas não esqueçam de passar em um centro de cuidado, está sendo mais comum do que imaginam.

Não se preocupem. Nosso email é para algo bom. Nosso Vice-Prefeito em recente entrevista falou sobre nossas pesquisas, e hoje convido vocês para fazerem parte da nossa coleta de dados.

O que gostaríamos que fizesse é nos escrevesse respondendo esse email com a memória mais feliz que já teve com um pokémon. Pode ser o que te acompanha, algum com outro familiar, algo que tenha visto, qualquer coisa. A melhor memória que puder lembrar. Isso vai nos ajudar muito na coleta de dados para avançarmos com nossa pesquisa.

Obrigada pela atenção,

Prefeito Jon Gallegos."

OOC:

Todos receberam esse email lindíssimo do prefeito! Essa é nossa primeira task. Para quem não sabe, task são atividades para desenvolver os personagens, e aqui está a nossa. Elas não são obrigatórias, mas creio que vá dar uma boa profundidade em seus chars.

Qualquer dúvida só vir na ask.

[itsnesss]

Ok but why is junho x colleague reader is in my head like all day long ?

(Request, love you🫶💗)

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | you and junho are colleagues. after a casual coffee and drinks invitation, the connection between you deepens, marking the start of something more

warnings | fluff, romantic tension and unspoken feelings

word count | 1.3 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 office is quiet, the sound of keyboards and phones is the melody that accompanies the hours of the day. Around you, the voices of your coworkers fade as the afternoon progresses. You’re sitting in front of the screen, completely focused on the reports you need to submit. It’s a daily routine that you’ve learned to handle, one that gives you a sense of control. And while work occupies your mind, you can’t help but be aware of his presence.

Junho is at his desk on the other side of the room, as usual, focused on his own tasks. You often work together, in the same team, but rarely speak outside of strictly necessary matters. You’re coworkers, colleagues, and that’s it. Though sometimes, you feel like there’s something more. An inadvertent brush when he passes by, a quick glance that crosses the air, and those small gestures that you can’t pinpoint precisely but leave your heart racing.

Today feels different. Today, the atmosphere is heavier than usual. Maybe it’s the sunlight filtering through the windows, warming the air, or maybe it’s the look Junho gave you a few minutes ago. The mere fact that he looked at you puts you on edge. You don’t know what’s going on with you, or why his gestures suddenly seem so significant.

In the distance, you watch him get up from his chair and head toward your desk. His steps are calm, but somehow, they seem too loud. Everything pauses for a moment, as if time itself is taking a break.

When he stops in front of you, he doesn’t speak right away. He just watches you with a slight smile on his lips. You have to force yourself not to look at him directly, not to let your thoughts betray you.

“Would you like some coffee?” he asks in a soft voice, more personal than professional. You’re surprised by the offer, but for some reason, you accept without thinking too much. His eyes shine a little, as if he’s waiting for you to say something more.

“Sure, thanks,” you reply, taking the cup he offers you. His finger brushes yours when he hands it to you, and the contact, though brief, leaves you with a warm and confusing sensation. Nervousness overtakes you, but you try to stay calm as you take a sip of coffee, avoiding any direct gaze.

Minutes pass in silence, but the atmosphere feels heavy, charged. He returns to his desk, but doesn’t move too far away, and you can feel his presence in every corner of the office. The times he’s gotten close to you, the times he’s looked at you, it all seems like part of an invisible dance you’re both performing, but neither of you dares to mention it. This is all new, uncomfortable, and though you don’t want to admit it, it intrigues you.

Throughout the day, he seems unable to stop looking at you. Every time your eyes lift to meet his, there’s something more. A glimmer in his gaze, something you can’t quite identify, but it keeps you alert. Sometimes it’s a casual greeting, sometimes a quick smile, but the tension between you two grows with each passing moment. It feels like you’re both waiting for the right moment to break the silence, to take the next step.

It’s near the end of the day when, once again, he approaches your desk. This time, it’s not just an offer of coffee, nor a casual smile. This time, he stops right in front of you, without saying a word, and his gaze stays fixed on you for a long moment. The air between you two feels thick, charged with something you can’t understand, but it makes you feel like the ground beneath your feet is disappearing.

“Would you like to go for a drink after work?” his voice is softer than before, but the question is clear. There’s no room for misunderstanding. It’s an invitation, and not just any invitation. It’s one that you both know carries something more, something that can’t be solved with a simple outing between friends.

You feel the knot in your stomach. Part of you wants to say no, that it’s better not to complicate things. But another part of you, the part that has been holding these feelings in for so long, pushes you to say yes. You can’t say it with words, but when you nod slightly, his eyes light up with something that looks like satisfaction, though you can’t be sure.

“Alright,” you respond, your voice hesitant, but determined. Junho smiles, a little more relaxed, and takes a step back.

Minutes pass until the office is empty, the hum of keys and phones fades away completely. Silence settles as you gather your things. The place is empty, but it doesn’t feel peaceful. There’s something in the air, something that makes you feel more alive than ever.

When you both leave the building, the sky is already dark, but the city lights illuminate everything with a softness that surprises you. Junho walks next to you, not too close, but not far either. The space between you two is a perfect contrast to the closeness of the night. You don’t know what to do with your hands, and you find yourself playing with the laces of your shoes to distract yourself.

“This place is nice,” he comments, looking around. The conversation is light at first, but you both know that there’s something more floating in the air. You both know that this outing is the beginning of something bigger.

You arrive at a small bar, one you’ve visited a few times, but never with him. The dim light, the murmur of other conversations, and the soft music create an intimate atmosphere, as if the outside world no longer exists. You both sit at a table in the back, and the atmosphere between you two becomes denser with each unspoken word.

Time seems to pass faster than usual, and soon you realize you’re no longer paying attention to what Junho is saying. Instead, you’re focused on the way his voice sounds when he talks, the slight shift in his posture as he leans closer to you. You realize how much you’ve been craving this attention, this closeness.

As the night progresses, the conversation shifts to more personal matters, and you find yourself sharing thoughts you’d never expected to voice aloud. He listens, really listens, and that makes you feel seen, understood. With each passing minute, you’re drawn deeper into his orbit, unable to look away, unable to stop yourself from feeling more for him.

Eventually, he leans forward, his hand brushing against yours. The touch is gentle, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your entire body. Your breath catches, and your heart races. You look up at him, and for a brief moment, everything else disappears. There’s only the two of you, in this small corner of the world, surrounded by the soft hum of the bar and the unspoken tension between you.

Junho smiles at you, a little more knowing now, a little more confident. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes say it all. You don’t know how it happened, but you both reached this point, this moment where everything is clear, and you both understand what’s next.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of quiet conversation, soft laughs, and lingering touches. By the time you leave the bar, the night feels different, the world feels different. The silence that once filled the space between you two is gone, replaced by something much more profound.

As you walk home, side by side, you both know that this is just the beginning. And for the first time, you’re not afraid of what comes next.

[breadandlottery]

Ship ask!!

1, 3, 5, 8, 9, and 12 for Junhun, please! The more emotional/angsty the better 😈

- Player 016, as if anyone was surprised l o l

What's something you like about it?

On top of what I said in the other response, I do like that they have their commonalities-- both have endured very specific traumatic events that they can't really talk about with anyone else, but on top of that, they both have the capacity for this dangerously obsessive laser focus on a task or plan when it's something important to them. That intensity has the potential to just absolutely tear them/each other to shreds if they're not careful with it. (They're not careful with it.)

3. What is your headcanon about them?

Junho feeds stray cats for the rest of his life. It's one of the ways he atones for what he did, the lies he told.

5. Which one confessed first?

idk if "confessed" is the right word, but Junho definitely made the first move. And the second. He made the first like twelve moves.

8. What would their typical date be like?

So, assuming by "date" it's not just hooking up and having really non-SS&C sex, I'd say their dates would be really utilitarian. Like we need to strategize but we also need some stuff from the store so let's do both. However, if there's a universe anywhere kind enough to let them remain a couple after whatever happens in s3, I think they'd maybe sometimes do really high adrenaline or borderline dangerous or outright reckless things on their "dates". It'd be messy and scary and they'd be addicted to it.

9. What characters from their universe would support or hate their relationship?

LOL. I'm pretty sure Inho would not be a fan for several reasons. At first, Wooseok would be like... "Mr. Seong. That guy's a cop, what's wrong with you?" but he'd come around eventually to accept the cop thing. He'd still side eye, uh, everything else about it though. Who else is even left to be supportive or not? </3

12. What is your favorite scene with them?

I love their interactions in s2 but I think I still love the scene in the rain from s1 the most. Gihun is so pathetic, and Junho so desperate, they're both so lost and both about to embark on something that will just fundamentally change who they are as people. Also, it took me a few watches for it to click that, yeah, Gihun really didn't have it in him to offer any help to Junho at that time, but ALSO he just 100% assumed the guy's brother was dead since he hadn't returned, and didn't want to have to be the one to tell him, or be there when he finds out. His empathy underneath it all. (I'm sorry that's sappy I just love him).

[midnight--sadness]

You asked for content about frantic Junhun reunion sex and I’m here to deliver! Happy birthday!

They’re back on the boat Junho arrived on. The island is burning behind them and the air is thick with ash.

Gihun is barely human, caked with blood and filth and desperate fear, and Junho decides his first task is getting him out of that god awful fucking tracksuit.

He just plans to help him change but he’s so fragile, he feels like an emancipated corpse in his arms, and they’re both so glad the other is alive they wrap their arms around each other and can’t stop.

It would be a rushed affair, just Junho wrapping his hand around them both to reacquaint their heartbeats, but it would be life changing for both of them.

- 16

thank you so much for this!!! 💖💖🤧🤧 one of the best birthday gifts ever 🫶

and also I AM CRASHING TF OUT OVER THIS KDFVMNJFDKKFBJKE 😭😭😭😭😭

gihun and junho being so desperate that they dont even care abt anything else, just wanting to feel each other close 🥹💞 gihun being fragile and vulnerable, and junho being a pillar he can lean on dmkvmdjk this is sick and twisted, i love it 😩😭

[player016]

HELLO FELLOW JUNHUN SOLDIER i come to you with a few junhun questions you might have fun playing around with: - what do you think their preferred displays of affection are (touch, verbal, etc) - if these two could go on an Actual date where do you think they go/what do you think they'd do - how do you think gi-hun deals with jun-ho's pushiness about their relationship? is there a breaking point? oh how i love this ship. i love how terrifying it is for gi-hun to fall for jun-ho. jun-ho is cracking open his rib cage and making him so vulnerable. jun-ho knows how to dig around and see all the parts of him that gi-hun considers to be unsightly, and the fact that it doesn't scare jun-ho away is so confusing and frightening to gi-hun. i love these weirdos

HELLO FELLOW JUNHUN SOLDIER 🫡 THE CO CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

Thank you so much already omg I’m so excited, when we talk about Junhun incredible ideas are born. Do you remember our talk about Junhun in America and Junho and Eunji beefing? I think about that, like, three times a week.

And you’re so right! I love these questions 👁👄👁 shit got SO LONG so I’m adding a page break

1. For Junho, I think it’s very much acts of service, touch, and verbal, in that order. He’s really taken it upon himself to prove his usefulness to Gihun, because his attachment wounds make him very subservient, through acts of service. He’d do grocery runs for him, he’d do laundry for him, he’d aid in all the executive functioning tasks that Gihun struggles with or just doesn’t care about himself enough to do when his depression is particularly bad. Junho would raise the hygiene standard of his living significantly just by clearing the mountains of garbage that we see in his room in s2e1. He’s also very socially protective of Gihun to the point that he’ll almost edge him out of conversations, thinking he’s doing him a service. Like in ch 8 of itw, we see Junho distract a curious Wooseok from staring at Gihun too much when he knows they slept together. In this case it was welcome but generally it would not be; this would be one more example of Junho thinking he knows what’s best for Gihun and trampling on his autonomy in the process. He’s very immature in a lot of ways when it comes to his relationship with Gihun. He’s deeply, deeply insecure about his attachments. So naturally touch would also be huge for him—he wants proof that Gihun is right there with him, and he’s clingy in every way it’s possible to be clingy. His abandonment issues have abandonment issues. You and I both feel that Junho would just. Straight up lay on top of Gihun like a weighted blanket and that literally pins him in place, preventing him from going anywhere without Junho knowing about it; it also lets Junho put his ear over his heart and hear the proof that he’s alive. I think Junho would love the sound of Gihun’s breathing for the same reason. I think verbal affection would certainly be present, too; Junho knows Gihun doesn’t think very kindly of himself so he’d be trying to combat that with praise, more for his character than his body, because while Junho does find him very handsome, it’s the combination of paternal warmth and fragility and animal rage in Gihun that draws Junho in, not how Gihun looks. I think Junho would realize how much Gihun needs someone in his corner who believes in him, and he hates to think about how much Gihun blames himself for what happened, so he’s more likely to call him “brave” or “kind” than “handsome.” But he would call him handsome, too.

For Gihun…he has such a complicated relationship with the affection he feels for Junho and the acerbic guilt he feels for feeling that affection. At all times Gihun’s feelings are the irredeemably tangled strings of a broken kite. He feels so far out of his emotional depth with the intensity of the romantic feelings Junho has for him, and the intensity of the romantic feelings he has for Junho. Because as much as he dreads it, as awful as it makes him feel, his attraction to Junho is extremely powerful. So when Junho wears him down a little, if he gets him to put his guard down, a lot of warmth just naturally spills out. This would very much be in the form of touching (holding his hand, holding him close, etc) and verbal affection, which he’s well aware is something Junho is hurting for. The minute he realized how much Junho is moved by praise was the moment Junho lost any real power in their relationship because Gihun could get him to do anything at all with a few choice words. But Gihun would be a lot more likely to use that power for good, not evil; he genuinely appreciates the person Junho is and the help he’s given him, so he’d bring praise into the bedroom a lot. I think we would also see acts of service crop up for Gihun sexually because of the guilt he feels for being intimate with Junho. He would really decenter himself in those experiences and try to focus on what Junho wants.

I think a major way they both show their affection for one another, too, is holding space for their respective traumas. They’d be so understanding of the other’s nightmares, hangups, random flares of displaced rage and grief, etc.

2. If Junho was the one planning the date, he’d do something so thoughtful it bordered on invasive. Like, he’d do some digging (we know how much he loves to dig) to find out Gihun’s favorite childhood haunts, his favorite spots growing up, the most beautiful sights in the neighborhood where he was raised, that kind of thing. He’d plan something romantic there because he wants to force some sort of weird temporal phenomenon where he can steal a piece of the past, where he can know some part of the Gihun who used to be. I think Junho likes seeing Gihun’s brief moments of happiness more than just about anything, so the thought that there was a happy version of Gihun that he never got to meet festers under his skin. Junho would be very much the type to gift significant gestures that would be so saturated in ‘I know everything about you’ that they would make Gihun so uncomfortable. He doesn’t want to make Junho feel bad/doesn’t want to acknowledge that he has needs of any kind, so he wouldn’t say anything, he’d just stew in the discomfort of being love bombed via thoughtful gestures. Gihun responds to it differently but when you see the birthday gift Junho gives Gihun in itw ch 10, you’ll see what I mean.

If Gihun was the one planning the date, it would be something understated but intimate, because he’s the kind of guy who appreciates the beauty of simplicity; he doesn’t need anything grand when Junho’s company is enough. It’s fanon that Gihun can cook and I think he’s all about food = love/affection, so when the time came, he’d absolutely throw down for Junho. I think he’d invite Junho to be his sous chef and they’d make a meal together, then eat it and talk. Junho would be so thrilled to see Gihun in action and to take instructions by him, because he’s like a puppy who’s just so so eager to please, and Gihun would like how competent it makes him feel to guide someone else through a task. I think they’d have a really great time and end up feeling even closer after the fact. The talking bit would be a gift to Junho, who wants to know everything about Gihun, even if it would be hard for Gihun to talk about the life he used to have and desperately wants to return to.

3. I absolutely think there is a breaking point! The first time I considered Junho bringing up Gayeong in itw, I was going to have Gihun respond with anger over the invasiveness, since he’s so protective of Gayeong and sensitive to perceived surveillance, but I ultimately decided that Gayeong is one of those things Gihun would never get tired of talking about. So Junho wouldn’t know what Gihun’s boundaries are, but he’d know the story of Gayeong losing her first tooth, that kind of thing. Gihun’s love for his daughter just shines through in everything he does. In itw ch9 we see Gihun send Junho away, and I won’t say too much about that so as not to spoil things, but you won’t be surprised at what the tipping point for Gihun was. Additionally, I think Gihun could be pushed hard enough to snap at Junho if there were enough concurrent factors—like he didn’t sleep last night, his blood sugar is low, his cravings are really bad, that kind of thing, because humans are animals and Gihun is human. He’d feel a lot of remorse for speaking harshly to Junho, but sometimes he would have no choice, because Junho just. Doesn’t. Stop. I think once Gihun sets a boundary only to see it trampled on, he’d start to get fed up, because normally he doesn’t. Normally he just goes along with what Junho wants because he thinks he owes him for his kindness; Gihun considers himself such a burden in their relationship so there’s a lot of ‘he tolerates me, so I owe him.’ Additionally, now that Gihun has had consistent companionship in Junho, he’s deeply worried about losing it. He dreads the idea of being alone again, sometimes more than he likes Junho, and he likes Junho a lot. He’s very charmed by him. So there are a lot of factors that make Gihun bite his tongue about Junho overstepping. This does not bode well for them—the longer he holds onto resentment, the more volcanic it becomes, until the eventual breaking point makes him respond with the hot temper we all know he hasn’t lost.

Oh these were a DELIGHT to think about and answer. Thank you so much for sending this ask 🙌 you are my most favorite person ever