#just kill inho instead like…

[gihunloversunite]

Gihun dying lowkey worst case scenario in season 3, and not just cause that’s my goat.

I think he should have to spend the rest of his life lamenting on not being able to stop the games, failing his friends and family and just living with the things he’s seen and done. Him dying it’s like okay he’s at peace now??? Makes no damn sense to me

[liddlediddy]

squid game season 3 spoiler

Gi-Hun (after the inevitable Frontman reveal): if i had a nickel for every time I played the games and formed a close bond with player 001 only to be devastated when my choices directly lead to them being killed, and then later find out that not only did player 001 fake their death but turn out to be the person in charge of running the games, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[mssorceressupreme]

You’re Mine

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Pairing: In ho x reader, Kang Dae Ho x reader

Summary: you’ve just announced that ur dating Dae Ho but Young-il wants you to himself, and he shows that by finger fucking you in front of your bf

Warnings/tags: minors DNI 18+, jealous, yandere!inho, posessive, noncon touch, kind of cheating(?), fingering, use of ropes, chained to bed, dom!inho, sub!reader, orgasm denial, finger sucking, i love daeho plz don't come for me he's my fav

a/n: i just realised how similar this lowkey is to my other young-il imagine, but it's slightly different so oh well lol <3

——— Prologue/Backstory:

The lights of the bunk bed hall cast long shadows over the rows of metal frames and thin mattresses. The air was heavy, filled with the quiet hum of voices as the players tried to grasp whatever fleeting moments of peace they could in this terrifying game.

You and Daeho stood in the middle of it all, the announcement of your newfound relationship still lingering in the air, drawing the attention of everyone around you.

Daeho held your hand tightly, his warmth grounding you in this cold, merciless place. His confession during the last game had taken you by surprise—his voice trembling yet resolute as he admitted his feelings, thinking it might be his last chance.

And as the chaos of the game unfolded, you realised your own feelings, the ones you had buried deep beneath the weight of survival. Now, standing together in the middle of the room, there was no need to hide anymore.

"You two are so cute together," Junhee complimented, a small, genuine smile appearing on her face.

"Finally! Took you long enough to figure it out," Jungbae chimed in, drawing chuckles from the surrounding players.

Daeho scratched the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up to his cheeks. "Well, I didn’t think confessing while we were about to get killed was the best timing, but… it worked out, I suppose."

You laughed softly, nudging him with your shoulder. "Honestly, it was terrible timing, but I’ll let it slide."

The players around you erupted into lighthearted laughter, their cheers and congratulations cutting through the usual tension of the hall.

For a brief moment, it almost felt normal—like you were back in the real world, surrounded by friends and not the grim reality of this deadly game.

But not everyone shared the room’s jubilant mood.

From his spot on one of the upper bunks, Young-il watched the scene unfold, his jaw tightening. His dark eyes flicked between you and Daeho, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the bed. He didn’t smile, didn’t join in the congratulations. Instead, his gaze bore into Daeho like a predator watching its prey.

You. You weren’t supposed to be with Daeho. You were supposed to be his.

Young-il replayed every moment the two of you had shared in his mind, twisting them into something more significant than they were.

You had smiled at him once, after he had helped you during a particularly grueling game. You had thanked him, your voice soft and sincere, and he had clung to that moment like a lifeline.

When he had been stressed, you were the one who had comforted him, your touch gentle, your concern evident.

He was certain you felt something for him.

So how could you be standing there, holding Daeho’s hand, laughing with him like that?

"Young-il!" Jungbae called, snapping him out of his thoughts.

His head jerked toward the voice, and he quickly plastered on a smile. It was forced, but convincing enough. "Yeah?"

"Don’t they look cute together?" Jungbae asked, motioning toward you and Daeho.

Young-il’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Yeah… yeah, they do. Really happy for them."

But his gaze slid back to you, watching the way you looked at Daeho, the soft, unguarded expression on your face. It made his blood boil. He should’ve been the one to confess to you, to stand beside you, to hold your hand.

And then, as if sensing his eyes on you, you turned and met his gaze.

For a moment, everything else faded. Your smile faltered, replaced by a look of quiet concern.

You always did that—noticed him in a way no one else did. It was part of why he had fallen for you in the first place.

"Are you okay?" you mouthed, your brow furrowing slightly.

Young-il’s heart stuttered, gosh, you always looked beautiful. He forced himself to nod, his lips curling into a smile that he hoped seemed genuine. "Yeah," he mouthed back.

But inside, he was seething.

If Daeho thought he could just swoop in and take you away, he was dead wrong.

Daeho didn’t deserve you.

And if Young-il had to play dirty to make you his, so be it. ___

The faint flicker of the single overhead light was what woke you first. The room was eerily quiet though luxurious, the usual bustling activity in the game hall replaced with oppressive stillness.

You blinked groggily, shifting only to realise your wrists were bound tightly to the frame of a bed.

Beside the bed, Daeho sat tied to a chair a few metres away, his head lolling to one side before his eyes snapped open, immediately searching for you.

“Y/N!” His voice was hoarse with panic as he struggled against his restraints. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

He paused, noticing you only had your undergarments on. A black bra, and cotton undies.

Immediately, he averted his eyes, darting towards the ground, "Who did this?!"

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, keeping your voice calm despite the fear clawing at your chest, especially since you were clothe-less, “What is this? Why are we—?”

The sound of footsteps interrupted you. Slow, deliberate. Both you and Daeho turned toward the door as it creaked open, revealing Young-il wearing a black button up shirt, with his sleeves folded and black trousers, his sharp gaze fixed on the two of you.

He stepped into the room with unnerving composure, and in his hands, he held the unmistakable black mask of the Front Man.

“No…” Dae Ho’s voice faltered, disbelief evident in his tone. “You? You’re—”

“The Front Man?” Young-il finished with a smirk, his eyes darting to you. “Surprised? You shouldn’t be. I’ve been watching all of you from the start.”

Your stomach twisted as he sauntered closer, his demeanour unsettlingly calm. “What do you want, Young-il?” you asked, forcing your voice to stay steady.

“What do I want?” He chuckled softly, his eyes now piercing as it landed on you. “That should be obvious, shouldn’t it? I want you, Y/N."

The air in the room grew unsteady, thick with tension as his words hung in the silence.

Daeho immediately tensed, his muscles straining against the ropes. “Don’t you dare—”

Youngil raised a hand, silencing him effortlessly. “You should be grateful I’m even letting you live long enough to hear this. You think you’re good enough for her?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’ll only drag her down. You’ll get her killed.”

“That’s not your decision to make!” Daeho shot back, anger rising in his tone. “She’s with me because she chose to be.”

Youngil’s gaze darkened, though he forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Chose? You think her kindness to me meant nothing? The way she looked at me, helped me, cared—” His voice cracked slightly before he caught himself. “She belongs with someone who can protect her, someone who understands what it takes to survive.”

You felt a lump rise in your throat, your mind racing to process his words. “Young-il, I was just being kind to you,” you said softly. “You misinterpreted—”

“Don’t lie to me!” he snapped, slamming his hands on the foot of the bed, making you flinch. His mask of composure cracked for a moment before he forced himself to breathe deeply, stepping back. “You don’t know what’s best for you, Y/N. But I do.”

Daeho growled, his jaw clenched in fury. “You’re delusional if you think she’d ever choose you over me.”

Young-il’s eyes narrowed, but his smirk returned, more venomous now. “Let’s test that theory, shall we?” He turned to you, leaning slightly closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I could give you everything, Y/N. Safety, power… a future. Can he promise that?”

You met his eyes, your fear slowly being replaced by boldness. “What I want isn’t up to you to decide.”

For a moment, Young-il seemed taken aback, but he quickly masked it with a bitter laugh. “Stubborn as always,” he muttered. “But I’m not giving up. Not on you.” His eyes flicked to Daeho, a dark glint of satisfaction in them. “And not because of him.”

"I'm with Daeho. I love him, alright? Whatever you're getting at, forget it because he's who I want to be with." You spat.

Young-il smiled, a rather patronising one as he crawled onto the bed, now hovering above you. "But I can make you feel so much better." He cooed into your ear, you'd be lying if you said this didn't send a wave of chills through your body.

"What're you doing?! Don't you dare touch her!" Daeho yelled, trying to break free from the ropes, but it wouldn't budge.

"Be with me and you'll both live. Stay with him and, well, he dies." Young-il said, straightening himself so that he was now between your legs, looking down at you.

"You're so fucking pretty, so enticing." Young-il's hands found their way to the velvety part of your thighs, spreading your legs apart and wrapping them around his hips as he kneeled in front of you.

"Let go of me!" You attempted to kick him away, but his grip on your legs was far stronger.

"Feisty are we? Come on love, don't be like that." He fake pouted before forcing them apart again. "You'll feel so much better when you corporate."

Young-il licked his palm before sliding them between your panties, cupping your warm throbbing cunt. "Shit, deny me all you want, but your body's says otherwise."

He pressed harder, rubbing your cunt slightly, "So wet for me and I barely touched you."

"Daeho..." You cried out, turning to face him.

"Y/N!!" Daeho was furious, how fucking dare Young-il touch you like that. He would kill him then and there if he could.

"I'll fucking kill you if you hurt her!" With all his might, Daeho tried breaking free, but the ropes were too thick, making it seem near impossible.

"Since Daeho is sitting there being all bratty, why don't we give him a show. I can show him how much better I can make you feel." Young-il smirked, every ounce of kindness erased from his face, the player you once knew, gone.

Forcefully, Young-il pulled your panties down with two fingers while he unclasped your bra with his other hand, leaving you now fully naked beneath him.

"Fuck...you're beautiful, all this deserves to be loved by the right person." Young-il grazed the sides of your body, slowly tracing your skin, making you twitch under his touch.

Daeho shut his eyes out of respect, not wanting to look at you, fully bare in front of him. "Leave her alone Young-il! She clearly doesn't like you!"

"How sure are you?" Without warning, Young-il traced your slit, coating his fingers with your wetness before shoving two fingers inside you, your body involuntarily reacted with a moan.

"Stop..." You plead, but all the more he began pumping quicker, curling his fingers inside you which targeted your g-spot. Fuck, as much as you hated him right now, it felt so good.

You didn't dare admit it, but this was a form of stress relief you needed among the chaos, you needed to release.

Your body arched, arms tied to the bed-frame unable to defend yourself. "Mhm..." You moaned again, but quickly shut your mouth suppressing it.

"That's my girl...no need to hide those beautiful noises from me." Satisfaction grew across Young-il's face, knowing how good he made you feel, how you were now putty under his touch.

"Look at her Daeho...look how good I'm making her feel."

Daeho shut his eyes, turning away while shaking his head, refusing to look but the more you moaned...the harder he grew. It made it no less harder to picture the sounds you'd make if he was the one fucking you, the one making you feel this way right now.

His bulge was evident, Daeho twitched in his seat, unable to deal with his situation. He couldn't help but peak a bit, seeing you made his arousal grow even harder.

Your back was arched, chest rising and falling heavily, eyes rolled back as Young-il continued pumping in and out of you.

It didn't help that you were so fucking stunning, looking like a Goddess. He knew it was wrong to think of you this way, but Daeho couldn't help but want you to himself too, imagining the things he could to do you, to hear those noises from you.

"Daeho..." You moaned, imagining it was him instead, hoping to ease the situation.

This sent a rush to his core, fuelling his desire for you even further. "Fuck..." Daeho grunted, his pants tightening all the more, a wet patch of precum became more evident.

"Baby I'm right here...just look at me." Daeho comforted, knowing he was at least near you, gave you some type of comfort and hearing his voice felt like music in this moment of torture.

You turned to look at him while you got finger fucked by Young-il, "Daeho..." You moaned softly, whimpering as Young-il quickened his pace, his arousal growing, the more you moaned.

Daeho glanced at you, with apologetic eyes, knowing how useless he was in this current situation, "Don't give in to him." He pleaded.

"Daeho...fuck..." You whimpered, your moans growing louder as you felt your climax approaching.

"I'm getting close..." You groaned, panting heavily. "Shit...I'm gonna cum..."

Your climax was near, so near, until Young-il pulled out, sucking his fingers while making eye-contact with you. "You taste so fucking good, but you don't get to cum so easily sweetheart."

"P-please...make me cum." You pleaded desperately, and both men looked at you, unsure of who you were addressing.

"I want you to beg for it." He spat, "For me."

You glanced up at his, eyes widening but involuntarily giving him pleading doe eyes, begging him for something, though you couldn't tell if you were begging him to stop or to continue.

You shook your head looking away from him, "Never."

He grabbed your chin, turning it to face him, tilting your head up, "You look so pretty beneath me..."

You rolled your eyes, but he continued, "I'll take care of you, you'll be safe with me, just be with me."

He then leaned down and kissed you, passionately, you hesitated, but found yourself kissing back. His tongue slid into your mouth, sucking your tongue, as you moaned into him. He grabbed your hair, pulling it slightly with one hand, while the other found your boobs, massaging them gently.

Daeho's eyes grew wide, and began grunting, trying to escape yet again but, again, no luck. Instead, he looked down, trying to get the vision out of his head.

"You liked that didn't you?" Young-il whispered lowly into your ear.

"Need to cum..." You whined, feeling your climax so close yet so far.

"Beg for it."

You turned to Daeho, looking at him with sad eyes, knowing you've lost, you had no choice but to shamefully beg, "P-please..."

"Louder."

"Please..." You whispered.

Young-il smirked, inching his fingers down to your cunt again, rubbing it slowly and sensually, increasing your arousal. "Beg, baby."

"Please Young-il, make me cum." You begged, loud enough for Daeho to hear now. His head hung low, before looking up with tired, defeated eyes, he knew he was helpless, this was the only way out of this situation.

"Whatever you want love," Young-il brought his two fingers up to your mouth, "Suck."

He shut his eyes as you sucked them, "Mhm..." He hummed, he was now fully hard on, the bulge pressing against your thigh, as he bent down closer to you.

You sucked his fingers, coating them with enough wetness before he moved them down to your cunt again, sliding them in, in which you let out a moan as a response.

He started off slow, then started quickening his pace as your breathing grew heavier, "So fucking pretty, getting finger fucked by me in front of your boyfriend."

His words had sent another rush to your core, increasing your wetness and desire, making you all the more closer to a climax.

"You like that?" He hummed, and you whimpered, nodding in response.

Your eyes fluttered shut, rolling back as you bucked your hips up, giving in to him, you needed more, fuck you needed him.

"Young-il..." You moaned.

Both of them darted their eyes at you, one was a satisfactory glance while the other despondent.

A devious and satisfactory smirk crept upon Young-il's lips, "That's right baby, say my name for me."

"Young-il...." Yet again, you didn't know where this was coming from but he made you feel so damn good, and credit was due. Though, you hated yourself for this, knowing Daeho was right there, knowing he lost.

Your toes curled, overwhelmed with pleasure, "Shit, I'm getting close..."

"Come for me love..." Young-il pushed you closer towards your climax, "Come around my fingers." He cooed.

Those words pushed you over the edge, sending a wave of pleasure through your body as you jerked harshly, finally coming undone. Your core pulsed with undeniable pleasure, and this release was exactly what you needed.

You panted heavily, opening your eyes to be met with Young-il's dark ones.

"Good girl." He kissed your forehead, stroking your cheek gently.

You avoided eye contact with Daeho, feeling guilty about the whole situation.

"So, will it be me or him, angel?"

You bit your lip, looking down, refusing to respond.

"Still need time to decide? That's alright, I'll be back for round two then." He smiled, though not a genuine one.

With that, he turned sharply and strode toward the door. “I’ll leave you two to think about it,” he said over his shoulder. “But remember, Y/N, there’s no room for love in this game. You’ll see that soon enough.”

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving you and Daeho alone in the suffocating silence. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of Young-il’s words settling heavily in the air.

Then Daeho let out a shaky breath, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle.

"I think we both know the answer to that." You responded softly, guilt consuming you.

"You had no choice, I'm not mad you know..." Daeho reassured you before continuing slowly, "I think you should be with him."

"What?" You shook your head, turning to face him, though still naked, you didn't care.

"I just want you to be safe, who knows what that psycho will do if you don't abide by his rules, never mind me, but what will he do to you." Daeho's voice was shaky, consumed by fear for your safety.

"I want to be with you Daeho, it's you I love not him."

He shook his head slowly, "I love you too, but I'd love for you to be safe. I want you safe." A tear slid down his cheek. It broke your heart to see Daeho in this state, you needed to fix this, seeing that you had the upper hand here.

"I'll go with him then," you agreed, and Daeho frowned slightly, unable to mask his emotions, "But once I kill that psycho, you're the first person I'm running too baby."

He looked up slowly, a grin playing across his face, "What's your plan?"

You smirked, sending him a defiant look. You were about to turn into a menace for Young-il but oh boy, you didn't care, as long as it meant you'd get to be with Daeho.

[pacofprunes]

DARK / TOXIC SQUID GAME REACTIONS TO YOU TRYING TO LEAVE THEM

CONTAINS — namgyu x reader, thanos x reader, myungi x reader, inho x reader, sangwoo x reader, saebyeok x reader

WARNINGS — toxic relationship, domestic violence, baby trapping, manipulation, guilt trip, prepare yourself for namgyus that’s the worst probably, mentions of suicide (thanos)

masterlist

THANOS / PLAYER 230 / CHOI-SUBONG — manipulates you / would let you leave and crawl back to him

doesn’t take it well at all. he’s going to laugh and think you’re joking, but after realizing that you’re not, he’s quickly going to scream at you. telling you that you’ll never find anybody better than him.

“do you really think anybody else will want you? if you leave me you’ll never find anyone else. you’ll never find anybody better!”

he’ll start breaking shit. punching walls, shit, he’ll even break your own phone if it’s in arms reach. if you still insist on leaving he’ll say he’s gonna overdose. he tells you that he’ll kill himself if you step out that door while pressing a blade up to his arm. if all else fails, he’ll totally act like he didn’t just beg you to stay and scream at you to go then and not to come running back.

“fine bitch, go ahead and leave! but don’t come running back to me for nothin’.”

in reality, he’s definitely stalking your socials, making fake accounts you haven’t blocked him on, stalking your friends accounts to see other photos of you, visiting the club every night (not that he didn’t already do that) to try to see if you’d show up. after about a month or so of doing this and going out and fucking other girls to get over you, he can’t do it anymore. he’ll send you some fake heartfelt text that he probably used ai to make and call you while making himself sound like he was crying, trying to make you feel bad and convince you that he’s changed and that he can be a better boyfriend. if you fall for it, you’re doomed. the relationships only going to be a million times worse than before. instead of knocking glass over and breaking shit, he might slap you. in public, he might grip your wrist ten times tighter, scared you’ll run away. when he finally lets go, his fingers will be embedded in your skin. he might even guilt trip you into getting a matching tattoo with him. “if you really loved me and forgave me then you would.”

if you really don’t go back to him though, no matter how many times you block him, you’ll get a new video sent to your phone from some unknown number of him fucking a new girl. he sent you the videos in hopes of making you jealous or something. he’s not going to stop for a long time. if you don’t go back to him, he’s going to harass you for the rest of your life. and if you do go back? you’re in for a world of hell.

NAMGYU / PLAYER 124 — would threaten you, would actually harm you

“you’re one funny bitch. you know how much shit i got on you?”

he finds it admirable, honestly. but still, fucking hilarious, that you, you, think you can leave him. what? when did you grow some balls? yeah, no. you just hurt his ego and that’s about the stupidest thing you could ever do to him. he’s not very empty with his threats. if he says he’s leaving? he’ll leave. (for like a week…) if he says he’s gonna hit you? you’re gonna be bruised for a while. if he says he’s gonna kill you? well, you haven’t gotten to that point yet. but keep this up and you sure will.

he keeps every nude and threatens to release it. sure you’re his and all, but that doesn’t stop him. so what if some other guy sees your body? he could care less. now if another guy touches you? let’s not think about what would happen. threatens to send the pictures to your family and threatens to send every sex tape of you two that he filmed behind your back.

“what the fuck is wrong with you namgyu? when the fuck did you film that?”

don’t raise your voice at him. once he hits you and you fall to the ground, he’ll keep kicking at you with his foot over and over until he thinks you’ve had enough. don’t speak up to him, don’t speak against him, and don’t piss him off. just sit there and be pretty, okay? he’s going to be bolder now. next time you two have sex he’s just going to shove the camera in your face. he’s going to manipulate and force you to take nudes for him since you don’t want to anymore after he threatened to send them out. sometimes he’ll force you to strip and then he’ll just take the pictures himself. all in all, sometimes he might just say no and leave it at that. but if you keep pushing, he’s going to threaten you. and if you still keep pushing, he’s going to go through with those threats. you really are just some whore to him, don’t think he’s above killing you.

MYUNGI / PLAYER 333 / MG COIN ★— would let you leave and crawl back to him (except he’s the one who crawls back), babytrapping

“really? fine, if that’s what you want then leave.”

he acts like he doesn’t care because he thinks his annoyance will make you turn right back around to him. he acts like he doesn’t care because he’s trying to not get so bent out of shape about it and move on quickly. but when he hears your footsteps disappear and the door shut, he immediately balls up his fists. you seriously left? he didn’t expect that, but whatever. he doesn’t need you.

he tries to move on but after barely even a week, he can’t do it. he contacts you, but when you block him, he makes more and more numbers. he thought you’d be running back to him, not the opposite. he sends you pictures of you two together in hopes you’d change your mind, but when you just keep blocking him, he’s knocking on your door demanding you open it up. he tries being nice but when you don’t open it, he starts banging on the door. really? you’d been together for months and you’d already gotten over him? no. no no no. you don’t get to just move on! what the hells wrong with you? when you still don’t open the door, he leaves and goes back to his place and sits on his bed while he ponders his next move. he decides for now just to stalk your page and harass you from more and more numbers. he’s not going to stop until you at least respond. oh, you’re gonna get a restraining order? you’re funny. you think that’ll stop him? don’t go back to him. if for some reason you give in, the next time that you two have sex, he’s going to make sure that you can’t leave. he’s sure that you’ll look so pretty with your stomach swelled up.

INHO / YOUNGIL / PLAYER 001 — straight up says no / baby traps / makes you feel like you’re going crazy

straight up, no. you want to leave? no. he doesn’t even care for an explanation on why, you’re not leaving. completely ignores your words and changes the whole topic. everytime you try to say you’re leaving he just completely overrides you with something different.

“inho, i’m serious. i’m leaving you! i’m packing my shit right now and i’m not coming back, i swear to you.”

“what did you want for dinner again? i have to go back out to get some groceries so there’s not too much…”

maybe it’s on purpose, maybe it’s not. but it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. then he will deliberately go out of his way to make it seem like you’re crazy.

“i’m leaving because of what you’ve been doing behind my back, inho. it’s fucked up and you’re insane.”

“baby, you could follow me around tomorrow. i’ve got no idea what you mean.”

and he says it all with that stupid small polite smile that he gives everyone. you just want to strangle him. if somehow he can get you in bed with him after you just got so pissed, he’ll be more passionate than ever. he’ll treat you nice, focus on your pleasure before his and then quickly when you’re blissed out, he’ll pull out of you, slip the condom off and slide right back in. you don’t notice at all, but he makes sure to tell you like the cocky fuck he is. but he does it while he’s thrusting and when you can tell he’s about to cum. poor you, it’s too late to stop him :(.

“i’m about to fuck a baby in you — agh, i — i took the condom off. gonna have a beautiful—fuck—fucking baby with you.”

how could you leave now? do you have enough money to take care of a child without him? and would you really deprive your child of their father? you’ll get an abortion? he’ll find a way to keep you locked up in your house. you’re still going to leave? he’s going to guilt trip you to the max. and if that still fails? once again, he’s just going to find a way to keep you locked up in your house. he’ll figure it out as you go on, but for now, have your happy little family with him.

KANG SAE-BYEOK — straight up says no

she’s not going to entertain you at all. she might not even say no, opting to just stay silent instead. if you get in her face about it because she’s ignoring you, she’s just going to push you away. if you keep nagging her about it, she’s going to slap you. if you decide not to drop it, she’ll drag you by your hair and lock you in a room. are you stupid? don’t start this shit first thing in the morning.

“saebyeok, this isn’t working. we should go our separate ways.”

“no. did you hit your head or something?”

you should just drop it and move on with your day. nothing you say is going to convince her and if you piss her off too much, like said before, she’s just going to lock you away until you stop sounding ‘crazy’. she’s very cold, but she’s generally pretty nice to you still though. she’s a good girlfriend to you, just a little possessive, but it’s never gotten out of control. you just didn’t think the relationship was working and that it just wasn’t the right time. all in all, if you don’t push to much, you won’t see the shitty side of her that she never shows you. however, if you keep pushing the idea, she’s going to give you a real reason to break up with her.

SANGWOO — would let you leave and crawl back to him

“you want to break up? fine.”

it leaves you shocked at the sound of him not caring. it was as simple as that. you want to break up? bye then bitch! it hurt. it almost made you want to change your mind and say never mind and just stay with him, and that’s exactly what he wanted. that’s exactly why he said it like that. but that didn’t work and you just walked out the door. that’s fine though, you’d come back to him, he knows it.

he makes sure to post old photos of you two on his Instagram. not ones with your face in it, duh, but he posts the photos that you took of him where you’re behind the camera or ones where your arm or your hand is slightly showing. he knows you still stalk his socials. he’s posting these knowing that it’s going to hurt your little heart and make you crawl right back. he leaves every photo of you two up on every platform, not deleting a single thing. for a little while, he even keeps his pfp the same. you two holding hands. whenever he posts something, he always makes sure to put something in the caption that he knows you love. you liked tulips? he’ll put a tulip emoji in the caption. you loved cats? he’ll put a cat emoji in his bio. all these subtle things where you won’t know he’s doing it on purpose, but it’ll be so much of a coincidence that you’ll think this is a sign to run back to him.

he’ll tell his friends to ask about him to you whenever they talk with you.

“how are you and sangwoo doing?”

“oh he talks about you all the time.”

he tells them to act like they don’t know that the two of you have broken up. he makes sure to get in your head and eventually? you’ll come running back. if for some reason you don’t, he might have to pull some strings. spread some rumors about you so that your friends want nothing to do with you and so all that you have to run to for comfort is him.

[sillywormz]

i think that one of the elements to inho killing jungbae instead of gihun that people don't often mention is like. inho wants to find a way to punish gihun and show him the "consequences" of his actions, and killing gihun wouldn't be the best way to do that. killing jungbae is a far more "effective" punishment.

because, in a way, gihun wants to die. he is passively suicidal for the whole of s2. he plays russian roulette with the recruiter without a word of complaint, presses his forehead to his gun, holds a gun to his own head and pulls the trigger multiple times knowing it might kill him. he gets into the limo with the frontman and volunteers to re-enter the games knowing his chances of winning again are slim to none. he goes back for the eliminated player in red light green light and helps him up with only a few seconds left, knowing that this action could very well result in his own death. he stays alive during the games primarily because games like penta and mingle rely on him being alive for the sake of others.

he also stays alive because of course he wants to lead the rebellion to stop the games, and he knows the games better than anyone else and thus can guide everyone. but i think that part of gihun, even subconsciously, wants it all to be over. he's clearly deeply depressed in s2 and his entire motivation to live is to help others, not for himself.

i think that inho knows this. from his perspective, killing gihun would mean letting him off the hook too easily. he knows that gihun's friends matter more to him than his own life, especially jungbae. killing jungbae and making gihun live with it is a far worse punishment for gihun than if he'd just killed him. does that make sense idk

[shezzabee]

What are your thoughts on the idea that Inho's obsession with Gihun might do with the fact that Gihun reminds him of his dead wife?

I'm biased because I absolutely eat it up. I never been the same after seeing a post here that compared Gihun's s1 smiling photo with a photo of Inho's wife smiling.

There's also the fact that in s2 ep4, Inho called his wife stubborn, and how theres no point in arguing with her once she set her mind on something (going through her pregnancy despite her being very sick).

It made me think of Gihun's dedication of finding the Recruiter/Salesman, his insistance on being put back in the game...and him not listening to Inho when being told to get on the plane.

With this in mind, Inho's "Just get on the plane. It's for your own good." can be read more that just one man telling another man with who he shares similar trauma, to get the good life he doesn't have (but it's absolutely valid!!)

It could also be Inho (without realizing it) pleading for Gihun (his wife) to listen to him (the doctors), and (this time) survive. But just like with his wife, Gihun isn't budging with his decision. He made up his mind, go argue with a wall.

(Now it doesn't mean that Inho saw his wife in Gihun in an instance. It happens slowly as Inho gets closer to him)

Hi! Thanks for the question. I think I know the post you’re referring to—my shipper brain absolutely devoured that too, not gonna lie. XD

Even beyond the shipping lens, though, everything you’ve said really resonates. It feels like the core of their dynamic, doesn’t it? In-ho is clearly drawn to something about Gi-hun’s refusal to compromise on his principles, his unshakable belief in humanity, and his conviction that things can still turn out for the better. The only other person In-ho has explicitly mentioned as being just as stubborn as Gi-hun is his late wife, which feels like a significant parallel.

Now, of course, this is all speculation, and we won’t know In-ho’s full motivations until Season 3 (hopefully) sheds some light. But I don’t think In-ho has ever truly moved on from his wife’s death. He’s still grieving, still carrying the weight of that loss. He’s angry—angry at himself for not being there when his wife and child died, angry at the world for the circumstances that led to it, and probably angry at the Games themselves for existing. (I’ll die on the hill that In-ho hates the Games, despite being their enforcer.) He’s also angry at humanity at large for failing people in need, for letting the world get to this point.

And I think there’s a part of him that’s angry at his wife, too, (don't kill me, hear me out). She was self-sacrificing to a fault, willing to risk her own life to save their unborn child. That mirrors what we see in Gi-hun, especially at the end of Season 1. In the final game, after Sang-woo is defeated, Gi-hun refuses to abandon his morals to win, even when the easier path is right in front of him. That kind of unyielding determination, that refusal to bend—even at great personal cost—has to strike a nerve with In-ho.

Since In-ho can’t confront his late wife or tell her she was wrong to risk it all, to leave him alone, he directs all that unresolved grief and anger toward Gi-hun instead. Gi-hun becomes a constant, painful reminder of everything In-ho lost—and everything he’s come to resent about the world.

So, what does In-ho do? He sets out to break Gi-hun. To tear apart everything and everyone Gi-hun cares about until all that’s left is despair. Maybe then, In-ho can finally say: “See? There’s no point. None of it means anything. You were wrong—just like she was wrong.”

It’s a cruel and calculated move, but also deeply human. If he can prove that Gi-hun’s ideals and morals are meaningless, it would, in a twisted way, justify the choices In-ho has made and the person he’s become.

In the end, it’s not just about Gi-hun or his late wife. It’s about In-ho’s own pain, his need to make sense of the senseless, and his desperate attempt to validate the path he’s taken—even if it’s at the expense of someone who still believes in the good.

[midnight--sadness]

(hi there) what do we think about a soulmate au for 457? in ho's mark says "player 456" and then he spends every game since his own wondering if that will be the one, the one *his* player 456 is there. gi hun's says "player 001" and he wonders about il nam for a while, but then he tells gi hun about his own mark during the marbles game. in ho is just watching this all go down with growing hope and then. gi hun actually wins. he doesn't know what to do in that scenario, so he just lets gi hun go as promised but keeps fervent tabs on him. when gi hun doesn't get on the plane in ho urges him, willing to let him go knowing that if he gets his hands on him again gi hun won't be able to escape. gi hun spends years searching for him instead and eventually gets back on the game. in ho decides to play with him and becomes player 001. he tells gi hun he has a sick sister and not a wife, they bond over the games and quiet moments in the dorm rooms. before they go to fight the higher ups gi hun has to ask in ho if he has a soulmate and the reveal happens. gi hun takes in ho with him to look for the control room. when they're almost there in ho kisses gi hun and then knocks him out with his gun. when gi hun wakes up he's in one of the vip rooms, tied to a chair, and the front man is staring him down. he asks what was done to young il, was he killed? the front man ask why he cares and gi hun rages at him and the front man asks if gi hun would still care if he knew the truth, if he knew what kind of man he truly was. gi hun is confused and the front man tells him young il lied to him, manipulated him, he's done monstrous things, he's hurt and killed more people he could count. gi hun thinks it's a lie and the front man asks again, would he still care? gi hun thinks it over brokenly before whispering a single "yes". the front man mask claters to the ground.

hum hello this is so so so good???!?!!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

i love soulmate aus so much, especially ones like this with enemies to lovers and obsessiveness and knowing that this person is the only one for you, that the destiny in store for you is within someone who has caused you immense pain and suffering, but forgiving them anyway because they are your soulmate, you are literally two pieces of one soul

but imagine - a soulmate au where your soulmate's name only appears after you've met them for the first time and when gihun meets "youngil" in the games, he is so besotted with him but the mark on his arm says "hwang inho" so he kind of lets it go but inho has "seong gihun" right there and cant help but think of how appropriate it is that the man who had occupied his every thoughts for the past three years is the one who is his soulmate.

(bonus if at one point gihun sees his own name on inho's arm and wonders who else has his exact same name bc his soulmate is hwang inho, not youngil)

[littlepeach-world]

Hii! Since requests are open, can I request a platonic Hwang In-Ho x reader, where reader is his beloved sister, and instead of Junho searching for Inho, it's the reader who is desperately looking for Inho.... Inho and the reader are really really close.

And then when Inho pursues the reader to the cliff (like how he did in Season 1 with Junho), reader yells angrily at the Frontman, telling him that she will take revenge for her brother, and Inho is torn between feeling touched and also sad... (Tons of angst hehe)....

And then, one of the guard's accidentally shoots the reader, and reader falls to the ground in pain, and Inho is panicked, he rushes to her and takes off his mask, and when reader sees him, instead of getting angry (that he is he Frontman), she's relieved that he's alive and hugs him before dying.

Inho is crushed.

(Uhh thank you so much!!!!)

-🐑

Blood Ties (Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Sister!Reader)

Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Sister!Reader

Warnings: 3rd person reader, HEAVY use of Y/N lol, Sibling Relationships, Violence, Death, Grief and Loss, Trauma, Angst, SAD AF. 

Word count: 900

Notes: Thanks for the request. I’m sorry for the long wait! I hope you like it.🧡

Y/N and In-ho had always been close as siblings, despite their age gap. In-ho was more than just a brother; he was a father figure to both Y/n and Jun-ho. He had a particular soft spot for Y/N and affectionately called her "Bird." In-ho often went out of his way to comfort and protect her, becoming a constant source of strength and guidance in her life.

When In-ho went missing, Y/N was distraught. The pain of his absence was a constant ache in her heart. Determined to find him, she decided to follow in his footsteps and became a policewoman. Her unwavering dedication to uncovering the truth about his disappearance led her on a relentless search. This journey eventually brought her to the Squid Games, culminating in the moment she found herself in now.

Y/N panted heavily, her breath misting in the cold air as she aimed her gun at the dark figure before her. Her hands were trembling, but her eyes were filled with fierce determination.

"Stop right there," she demanded, her voice trembling with both fear and anger.

The Front Man stood tall, his presence commanding and ominous, cloaked in shadows. His voice, cold and detached, cut through the tense silence.

"That gun of yours holds five bullets. But for police regulations, one chamber must remain empty, and one must be filled with a blank. That leaves three live rounds."

His impassive mask revealed nothing of the man inside. "You’ve already used one to kill a man and another one to break the lock, which means there’s only one bullet left in your gun."

Y/N's grip tightened on the weapon, her knuckles turning white. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her resolve remained unshaken.

“One bullet is more than enough to kill you," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "I’ll make you suffer the same way you tortured my brother… In-ho. Remember that name." She cocked the gun with a click that echoed ominously in the enclosed space.

The Front Man was taken aback inside his mask, though his expression remained inscrutable. Her words resonated with the part of him that was still human, stirring a profound sense of sadness and pride. Sadness for the pain and loss he had caused his sister, yet pride in her courage, determination, and the strength she had grown into. Despite the circumstances that brought them to this harrowing moment, he couldn’t help but recognize the resilient person she had become, a testament to the indomitable spirit he always saw in her.

"Give up," he ordered, his voice devoid of any warmth or hesitation.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, the pain and betrayal she felt fueling her resolve. "I warned you. Take another step and…" Her voice cracked, but she held her ground, her finger hovering over the trigger.

The Front Man continued to approach her, each step filled with an unwavering confidence that made her blood boil. With a surge of desperation, Y/N pulled the trigger. The shot rang out, a deafening explosion in the confined space, and the Front Man staggered backward, a spray of blood erupting from his shoulder.

He breathed heavily, the pain evident even through his mask. For a moment, the cold, impassive demeanor faltered. The guards around him moved to intervene, their fingers twitching on their triggers, but he raised his uninjured arm, stopping them with a commanding gesture.

"This is over. Now come with me," he commanded, his voice strained but unyieldingly firm. "Do as I say, or you die."

Y/N's voice was barely audible, a whisper filled with desperate confusion. "Who the hell… are you?"

Before he could process her response, one of the guards opened fire. The shot struck her, the pain immediate and overwhelming. She crumpled to the ground, the cold concrete pressing against her cheek, her vision blurring.

"No!" the masked man screamed, his voice filled with anguish. The Front Man, seeing her fall, was suddenly filled with a wave of panic. His steely exterior cracked as he rushed to her side, disregarding his own injury. He frantically removed his mask, revealing the face of her long-lost brother, Hwang In-ho.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock and relief. "In-ho…" she whispered, her voice weak and trembling. She reached out to him with a bloodstained hand.

In-ho's eyes were filled with sorrow and regret. He cradled her in his arms, his own pain forgotten in the face of his sister’s suffering.

"I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice choking with emotion.

In-ho's eyes brimmed with unrestrained sorrow and regret, tears streaming down his face as he cradled her in his arms. His own pain was forgotten in the face of his sister’s suffering, his heart breaking with every sob that escaped his lips. The weight of their lost years and unspoken words crushed him, each tear a testament to his anguish and the depth of his love for her.

Tears streamed down her face as she clung to him, her life slipping away. "You’re alive… that’s all that matters," she managed to say, her voice a mere whisper. "I missed you so much... I love you, In-ho."

Choking on tears, In-ho whispered back, "I love you too bird... I always have."

As darkness closed in, Y/N found solace in her brother’s embrace. She had searched for him, risked everything to uncover the truth, and now, even as her strength waned, she was content. With her final breath, she hugged him tightly, and then, she was gone.

In-ho held her lifeless body, the weight of his choices crashing down upon him with a crushing force. The ruthless Front Man was gone, leaving only a broken man mourning the loss of his beloved sister. He let out a loud, sobbing scream, the sound echoing through the empty island, a final, heart-wrenching cry of despair.

[001x456]

I have to ask do people really have a problem with Inho being a bottom? TBH it's not really my thing, but I could definitely see it happening. For many reasons. I worked as a dominatrix for a few years and it's not uncommon for very powerful business men or men with a high powered stressful job to want to be the ones to lose control behind the scenes. Do people really not understand how this could be entirely the case with Inho because of his job as Front Man or what?

exactly this, anon!

I personally haven't experienced people bitching about this or saying "no, In-ho cannot be a bottom, he's so scary and powerful" to my face, fortunately, but I have seen some other people get shit for just saying they prefer In-ho to be a bottom and Gi-hun a top, and I just... don't understand why some people feel the needs to police anybody's thoughts or how they have fun when it comes to fictional characters. like... they're fictional, they're not real, people are allowed to headcanon them however they want.

(and also what you say about powerful people wanting to be the one who lose control behind the scenes is absolutely true.)

if you (general you) like top In-ho and bottom Gi-hun, that is absolutely cool and valid.

but if other people like top Gi-hun and bottom In-ho, that is just as cool and valid.

if you (again, general you) disagree, you can ignore and keep on scrolling instead of telling people how they can or can't enjoy fictional characters. like... just mind your own business and let people do what they want when it doesn't affect you in any way.

anyway, I personally prefer bottom In-ho and top Gi-hun because, for me, I love the idea of In-ho — who is usually intimidating, powerful and invincible — losing his strength and authority and just surrendering as he finds himself at Gi-hun's mercy, and Gi-hun eventually taking pity on him and deciding he will spare his life (Gi-hun may hurt In-ho back when In-ho is vulnerable, but when it comes to actually killing In-ho, Gi-hun cannot do it for some frustrating reason, as much as Gi-hun hates In-ho for all the things In-ho did to him and what In-ho took from him, he just cannot kill him) and therefore Gi-hun now has to take care of In-ho (since In-ho is wounded and helpless), and In-ho just has no choice but to surrender and let Gi-hun do whatever he wants to him. sure, it can be sexual, but for me, personally, it doesn't have to always be sexual. either is fine.

it's the loss of control and power (the raw vulnerability of someone who was once powerful) that I like, whether or not it's sexual :)

[brainmaggotzzzz]

☆Little AK47☆ Hwang Inho x reader

part 11

masterlist:

cw: death trauma, trauma bonding, violence, grief

Your ankles and wrists are bound to a plush leather chair. Your vision is hazy, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. A dull ache pulses at the back of your head, and as your senses sharpen, you take in the bandages wrapped around your knuckles-one even pressing against your forehead. The pain is manageable, but the restraints are not. You pull at them instinctively, but the leather straps don't budge. Every movement sends fresh jolts of pain through your body, a cruel reminder that you're still alive.

Alive. But why?

Not only alive, but patched up, sitting in an almost luxurious chair-too comfortable for a prisoner, too unsettling for a guest.

Your attention snaps toward the door. A Triangle Guard stands there, motionless, watching over you like a sentinel. Disgust twists your expression as you glare at him.

"Why am I here?! Let me go!" you shout, your voice hoarse but filled with fury.

"Unfortunately, that's not possible," he responds, his tone flat, almost bored. He doesn't even bother to meet your eyes.

You twist in the chair again, ignoring the searing pain and the unyielding straps. Your mind screams at you to break free, to do something, but the restraints hold firm.

Then, the door swings open.

A shadow moves inside-a figure dressed head to toe in black. Recognition is instant. The same man you shot. How long ago had that been? Hours? Days? The sight of him standing there, very much alive, sends a violent surge of rage through your veins.

"You're dismissed," he says, his voice cold and authoritative. With a simple wave of his gloved hand, the Triangle Guard obeys, stepping out without hesitation.

The moment the door shuts, you snap.

Hatred, disgust, grief, anger-all of it floods your system at once, and you thrash wildly against the chair. The pain doesn't matter. The exhaustion doesn't matter. All that matters is getting your hands on him.

"I'll kill you with my bare hands! Fuck!" you scream, writhing and pulling so violently that the entire chair tips backward.

The fall is sudden. Air rushes past your ears before you hit the ground with a thud, pain flaring from the back of your skull. You gasp sharply, disoriented for a moment.

And then-

"Are you comfortable?"

His distorted voice is emotionless, unreadable. He circles behind you, grips the chair, and effortlessly pushes it back upright. His touch is careful, almost mocking.

You grit your teeth, refusing to respond. Pride won't let you. Instead, you let out a low groan as another wave of pain settles into your head.

"Why are you alive?" you whisper, your voice raw, your eyes fixed on the ground. "I shot you. You should've bled out."

"Your aim needs practice," he replies, deadpan.

Your fists clench against the bandages. Your mind races-Jungbae. Gihun. Daeho. What happened to them? Were they executed? Had they suffered the same fate as Youngil?

A pit forms in your stomach. The silence is unbearable.

"Are they alive?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. His lack of response is deafening.

"Please," your breath hitches, desperation creeping into your tone. "Please tell me they're okay. I'll do anything. Just... just spare them."

"Anything, 111?" His voice doesn't change. It's blank, mechanical, and it makes your skin crawl. "That's a lot to live up to."

You don't care. If it meant keeping them alive, you'd do whatever it took.

"Your closest allies... Player 388, Player 456, and Player 390," he muses. "Let's say, for each of them, we take one limb off of you. What do you think?"

Your body goes rigid. Hatred burns through you, red-hot and all-consuming.

"You sick, sick fuck," you spit. "You enjoy this, don't you?"

He doesn't answer.

"Would I be provided a wheelchair?"

For the first time, something shifts in his posture-something small, almost imperceptible. He had expected curses, screams, defiance. Not this.

Then, without warning, his gloved hand makes contact with your cheek.

The touch isn't a slap-it's deliberate. Slow. His fingers slide along your jawline, his thumb grazing your skin with a gentleness that feels almost... tender.

Disgust coils in your stomach. You turn your head away, but he grips your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his masked gaze. The touch-this mockery of something intimate-makes your blood boil. This wasn't Youngil. This was taunting.

"You're full of surprises," he murmurs. "Do you really think any of your so-called teammates would take that offer? Or would they leave you to die?"

His thumb never stops moving, tracing your skin as if savoring the moment.

"Do you think they cared about you beyond your willingness to risk your life for 456's ideals?"

Your jaw tightens, your glare hardening.

"You're a vile, disgusting person," you hiss. "You probably don't even see people as human-just pawns to move around however you see fit."

He doesn't react. Not to the insult, not to the hatred dripping from your words.

"You lost someone precious here."

The way he says it-so calm, so certain-makes your stomach lurch.

Was he talking about Youngil? Or your brother?

"That's exactly why I will kill you," you vow, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotion inside you.

At this, he finally moves.

He squats down, methodically unfastening the restraints around your wrists and ankles. The sudden freedom stuns you for a moment-you barely have time to react before he reaches into his robe and pulls out a pistol.

Your muscles tense. This was it. He was going to put a bullet in your skull.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he places the weapon in your bandaged hands. Gently.

"Shoot me," he says, his voice eerily calm.

Your breath catches. You hesitate for only a second before you raise the gun, pointing it at his chest.

"This isn't the best spot," he says, guiding the barrel higher-right over his heart.

Your index finger hovers over the trigger.

Why can't you do it?

You've killed before. Countless guards, countless nameless bodies. So why is this different? He's the mastermind. The one responsible for all of it. The deaths. The suffering. The one who tore your brother from you. The one who... who took Youngil.

"Player 111-"

"Shut up!" you snap, your voice shaking with fury. "I'll do it, just shut up!"

For the first time, he falls silent.

But the moment lingers too long.

"You want answers first, don't you?" His voice is taunting now, edged with something unreadable. "If you kill me now, you won't have them, will you?"

"Clever girl."

"Take the fucking mask off," you command through gritted teeth, your voice raw with fury and desperation.

His gloved hand slowly rises, fingers hovering over the lock at the back of his head. He hesitates.

"Are you sure, Player 111?" His voice-distorted, robotic-sends a chill down your spine. "And what if you see something you wish wasn't true?"

"I don't care! Just take it off now!" you yell, your grip tightening around the gun. You swing it slightly, emphasizing your demand.

A beat of silence.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he unfastens the lock. The eerie black mask, cold and geometrical, falls to the ground with a soft clatter.

You suck in a sharp breath.

Time slows.

Your gaze travels upward, dread pooling in your stomach, your heartbeat hammering against your ribs.

And then-

Your eyes meet his.

A choked sob escapes your throat, dry and strangled. Your entire body locks up, unable to process the face before you. The man who held you on sleepless nights, who listened to your past with quiet understanding, who stole your first kiss-who, maybe, even stole your heart.

Youngil.

It was all a lie.

The realization crushes you. It slams into your chest like a physical blow, stealing the air from your lungs. Your vision blurs with tears as betrayal twists like a knife in your gut. You stagger closer, your breaths ragged and uneven, hyperventilating.

You thought he was dead. You were going to avenge him. But is this any better?

The man standing before you isn't the Youngil you knew. No. That man is gone.

This is someone else-someone who orchestrates slaughter. Someone you swore to kill with your bare hands.

Tears streak your face as a broken sob wracks through you.

"Youngil," you whisper, voice drenched in grief. It's not a name of relief, not a name of reunion-it's mourning. Because the Youngil you started to fall for is dead. This is a stranger wearing his face.

"I trusted you."

The words barely make it past your lips before your body moves on instinct. You strike his chest with your forearms-not to hurt, not to fight, just to make him feel it. Each hit is weak, trembling, more a manifestation of your agony than an actual attack.

"I trusted you," you repeat, your voice breaking over the syllables, each word laced with raw betrayal. You hit him again. And again. Desperate. Pleading. Not for mercy, not for answers-just for something real.

He doesn't stop you.

He doesn't move.

He just stands there. Silent. Seemingly unshaken.

His refusal to react makes it worse.

"Say something," you beg, your voice cracking under the weight of everything you've lost. "Apologize. Defend yourself. Prove me wrong. Shoot me-prove a fucking point-anything!"

Your legs finally give out. A sob rips from your throat as your body threatens to collapse under its own grief.

Before you hit the ground, his hand moves-firm and steady.

A large, gloved palm presses against your hip, catching you before you can fall. Holding you upright when all you want is to sink into the abyss.

"Y/N-" As he was about to say something, you simply faint, your already strained body gave out. He lifts you up into his arms as if you weight nothing, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

◇

You wake up in a luxurious room, bathed in black and gold. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and freshly polished wood. You're lying on a massive bed, the sheets soft and unfamiliar against your skin. A fresh set of clothes rests neatly on the bedside table.

A low groan escapes your lips as you shift, your fingers instinctively reaching up to scratch at the bandages wrapped around your aching head.

"You should rest, Y/N."

The voice is calm, familiar.

Your eyes snap to the chair across from the bed-where he sits.

Youngil.

He watches you with an unreadable expression, his posture relaxed yet attentive.

"How could you do that to me?" you whisper, your voice weak, strained from exhaustion and heartbreak.

He doesn't flinch. There's no regret in his face, only something softer-something almost tender.

"You've been through a lot, Y/N."

He stands, moving toward you with slow, deliberate steps. The mattress dips as he settles onto the edge of the bed. Then, without hesitation, his hand reaches for you, his fingers threading gently through your hair.

You should pull away.

You want to pull away.

But you don't.

Despite everything-despite the atrocities he's committed, despite the blood on his hands-you find yourself leaning into his touch.

Maybe it's because you're trauma-bonded to him.

Maybe it's because he's not just your captor but also, in some twisted way, your savior.

The one who held you after your brother died.

The one who made you feel seen.

The one you can't bring yourself to hate, no matter how much you want to.

You clutch at the fabric of his robe, your hands trembling as the weight of it all crashes down on you.

"How could you," you sob, your voice breaking as you press your forehead against his chest.

He says nothing, but his hand moves-slow and steady-rubbing soothing circles over your worn-out jumpsuit.

"Was any of it real?" you choke out, tightening your grip on him. "Any of your words? Or was it all just part of the game?"

His breath is steady, his voice as calm as ever.

"If it was all a lie, you wouldn't be here with me now."

"Then why?" you demand, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Fresh tears streak down your face. "Then why am I here? Why?"

His fingers brush against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His expression doesn't waver.

"You have a certain allure to you," he murmurs. "This innocence... tainted with just the right amount of corruption. A unique way of seeing the world. You've been shaped by hardship, by loss, yet you still have warmth-an overlooked kindness, something worth protecting."

His words make your heart clench. You want to believe him.

"And after your brother's death," he continues, "I realized how similar we are."

Your brows furrow, disbelief flickering across your face.

"Similar?" you echo, your voice laced with something between shock and disgust. "You think we are similar?!"

His gaze doesn't falter.

"Yes," he says simply. "Grief drives people to great lengths, don't you think?"

You stiffen.

"You killed, Y/N. You tore through guards on your way here. You pulled the trigger over and over again, cutting down anyone who stood in your way. You were willing to end lives to uphold your ideals." He leans in slightly, voice dropping to something almost... affectionate. "And so was I."

Your stomach churns.

"That's different and you know it!" you argue, your voice cracking into a whine.

"Is it though?" he muses, tilting his head. "At the end of the day, you still decided who lived and who died. Perhaps you believed you were making a contribution to society, but so did I. We are two sides of the same coin, can't you see that?"

His hand cups your jaw, his thumb ghosting over your skin, his tone dropping into something both chilling and fond.

"My little AK-47." the stupid nickname made you stiffen.

"I didn't even use a AK-47, it was a different weapon"

"And your wife?" you ask, your voice quieter now, hesitant. A part of you-a selfish, shameful part-hopes she never existed. Hopes she was just another fabrication in this mess, so you don't have to feel guilty for being tangled up in this with him.

Youngil pauses. His dark eyes flicker with something unreadable, the silence stretching between you like a blade waiting to drop.

"She died. A few years ago," he finally says. "For the same reasons I told you before." His voice remains eerily steady, but there's a weight behind his words, pressing into you. "The first time I joined these games as a player, it was to raise money for her treatment. But it was too late."

Your breath catches.

The anger in your chest tightens, twists-because even if you hate him for everything he's done, you understand that pain. The kind that rips something vital out of you, leaving you hollow, desperate enough to do anything to fill the void.

You don't speak. You don't argue.

You just cling to him, letting the silent tears slip down your face as his arms wrap around you. His fingers trace slow, deliberate circles over your back, soothing, grounding. You listen to his heartbeat-steady, unshaken, unlike your own.

"Youngil," you murmur, his name slipping from your lips like a plea.

He exhales, his grip on you tightening slightly. Then-

"Inho," he corrects.

You stiffen slightly at the unfamiliar name.

"W-what do you mean?"

"My real name," he states. "Hwang Inho."

The name doesn't feel like his.

Youngil is the man who held you when the nightmares came. The one who whispered quiet reassurances in the dead of night, who pressed his forehead against yours and told you that you weren't alone. The man who made you feel seen.

And yet, even knowing the truth, you can't bring yourself to pull away. Not now.

Because at this moment, with his arms around you, Inho fades into the background, and all you can focus on is the warmth of Youngil. The man who led you through the darkness.

"Just rest," he murmurs. "Even for a minute. I'm right here."

The words make something inside you ache. You should push him away, spit in his face, tell him that you'd rather bleed out on this bed than accept comfort from him.

But you don't.

Because right now, you just need to breathe.

Then-his next words make every muscle in your body lock up.

"How did I become knocked out after I shot you?" You ask confused.

"A guard had hit your head with the back of his gun, but no permanent damage is done, it was just a measure of safety" He spoke and you hummed, it did make sense.

"I settled all of your debts," he says softly. "And your mother's hospital bill. You don't have to worry about a thing now."

Your head snaps up.

The warmth vanishes, replaced by something hot and volatile.

"You expect me to thank you?" you spit, sitting up with a glare. "You think money is what's on my mind right now?! You insensi-"

Clash.

His lips crash into yours, cutting you off mid-sentence.

The kiss is urgent, desperate-his gloved hand tangling in the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. Your eyes fly open in shock, your pulse pounding in your ears. Every nerve in your body screams at you to push him away.

But you don't.

Instead, you pull back, breathless, your gaze locking onto his-wild, bewildered, burning with conflicting emotions.

Anger.

Desire.

Hate.

And the infuriating, undeniable need for more.

Before you can stop yourself, you move.

You straddle him in one swift motion, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of him. His breath hitches. And then-slap.

Your palm collides with his cheek, sharp and stinging. His head barely tilts from the impact, but his grip on you tightens.

And then, before he can recover-before you can think twice-your lips crash onto his.

The kiss is hungry, feverish, fueled by rage and something far more dangerous. His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you press harder, biting his lower lip, savoring the growl it pulls from his throat.

Between kisses, you mutter against his lips, voice dripping with venom and longing:

"I fucking hate you."

His fingers dig into your hips, his breath hot against your skin.

"Good, at least you feel something." he murmurs darkly, before pulling you in for more.

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[wherethegoldenleavesfall]

Why Twister should be a candidate for the Squid Games- a proposal by me.

I was inspired by a post on where Gihun is in a timeloop. The timeloop however is in season 1, so Gihun lost all their restraints they usually have. Gihun has no patience and chill left.

I was inspired by that post to write said fic. However, I want the games to change. Be different. Not the same six games over and over again.

As surely there are 216 other games for all the years of the Squid Game. As the VIPS well get bored very easily. They act like spoiled, massive pricks.

I would say they act like toddlers but toddlers do not deserve to be insulted like that.

And I have no idea why Inho still has the self control to not killed them all. I can imagine this though.

Any day now.

Why Twister?

Pros:

-Gihun's weird poses of his body.

-Game is already colorful, all that is missing is the trademark Squid Game shapes. They plaster those shapes everywhere. I can never look at a square, triangle, or circle the same way ever again. All because of this series.

-More color dots can be implemented.

-Players can sabotage each other by making others lose their balance. Maybe a 3 minute timer to get to next spot or risk being shot?

-game is a literal knife edge as you must follow all the changing directions plus keep your balance plus watch the people around you.

-can be a team or individual game

-endurance and perseverance game. Also tests spatial awareness, flexibility, and memory.

-the reactions to Gihun's weird poses as his flexibility shines through. Especially his suggestive poses. Inho just staring at the screen, having a problem downstairs. With a broken whiskey glass at his feet. One guard being like okay player 456 has been in that position for a long time, everyone else looks shaky. Why does Player 456 act like this is yoga instead of Twister?

The spinner circle worker is dumbfounded, is promptly yelled at by a manager to continue. Sangwoo is completely flushed, averting his eyes.

-The other players copy gihun's balance and the like. Yay!! Gihun's natural leadership leaking through.

-physical exertion and exhaustion making more players be eliminated. Imagine all the blood on white floor making it so slick that every move has to count. Or you risk death by gunshots.

Cons:

-Game could literally go on forever. Or be too short, it risks boring the VIPS.

-inho snapping

-sangwoo snapping

-unclear player elimination considerations.

-unclear where the game should be placed.

Note: however I wish to challenge you all to make your own game so us fic writers can have this as a resource.

I will tag some blogs who I wish to see tackle this. If you participate, great! If not, it's all right.

Let's see @midnight--sadness, @one-lucky-day, @player016, @breadandlottery, @blissfulbluee

And then if you do a entry, please tag other blogs to spread it out more.

And if you are an anon or you have no tumblr blog you can come to my ask box. I wish to know why you chose the game you do, lay out the rules, the time limit, and stakes of your game. I will share my thoughts on your game.

Fun is the most important part of this. And well developing a game directory sounds like a good idea to me.

Please use fansquidgame to tag your game proposal.

[f0linasahl0]

hi....another long post sorry but i wanted to talk about inhun.

spoilers for s1 and s2 of squid game if applicable

to begin, i just want to say these men are the bane of my existence (not really) just a lot of things i piece together for them hurt me.

inhun as a whole (inho + gihun) is heavily one sided whether you want it to or not. inho feels everything for gihun, from fury to obession, but gihun doesnt feel shit for inho. gihun feels deep admiration and what you can call love for youngil but he doesn't feel the same for inho. as a concept, this ship is technically one sided (if there's any true love at all).

i believe inho's obsession with gihun started early. like some people say, it could've started with how close gihun and ilnam got, and how gihun treats ilnam. that could've started it but i also believe that it didn't fully start there. im sure inho and ilnam figured that someone will get connected to ilnam, it wasn't a huge surprise that gihun did. no i think it started around dalgona and not for the fanon reasons. i feel like gihun started "being interesting" to the vips during that, some for the way he got that umbrella out (gross) but also for how quickly he controlled the crowd. i think inho started paying more attention to gihun and his group there. he started getting more and more interested as he watched gihun and his empathy go through the game. how he didn't harm anyone purposefully, how he was only killing poeple if totally necessary (i.e. tug of war).

i think inho finally saw him when he screamed about the guy deoksu killed. when he realized that yelling at the guards wasn't enough so he started yelling at the cameras. he finally saw player 456.

he started watching closer after that. the obsession became deepset and hungry when instead of killing his friend and taking the money (winning the game), gihun wanted to end the game and go home with sangwoo. that he was willing to give up 45.6 billion won to save his friend who tried to kill him not even seconds prior. the way inho stared and didn't say a word after the guard said he wanted to end the games there. i think thats when the obsession became something more than fascination.

i think the obsession is why inho himself went in that limousine. i don't think that is a normal thing that they do for winners, i think that overall it was a breach of the rules, to sit there with gihun. to personally talk to him. to tell him ways to make it all easier. even if it was a normal thing, i think the most that would normally happen would be a congrats and thats all. then again there was something deeply intimate about the limousine scene (not directly sexual). The way inho was unmasked and talked to gihun without having any worry. that he gave him ways to ease the pain (i.e. "think of it all as a dream, and for you it was a good one").

though i think that breach of the rules inho did made gihun obsessed with finding him again. i think hearing his voice and reason for things made gihun want to find him. that was a direct cause of him searching for the frontman for three years. then the phone call made him angry, made him spend THREE YEARS looking for him.

then the next limo scene. that one is two sides of the same obsession, want and need vs vengence and revenge, face to face. i think theres something so deeply interesting between the first and second. that somehow gihun is still at a disadvantage. first one he was tied up and blindfolded, now he's alone in this limo (to his knowledge). that he had to talk to this man he's been looking for through a pig. though seeing that inho WAS there was something else. that he personally welcomed gihun back. i dont know every damn scene with these two are deeply intimate.

then the second red light green light. i just keep thinking about inho's reaction to seeing how quick all these people followed what gihun said. i think this is the same reaction he had to how quick people followed gihun in dalgona. i think this, whether its going to happen or not, would be when inho confirms that gihun would be a good frontman alongside him. that this theory comes into play because inho believes that he can genuinely be a good frontman because how fast people follow him. that this is inho realizing how hard it is going to be to keep gihun in check.

part of me thinks inho wasn't meant to go into the games, that seeing how quick people listented to gihun is when he decided to go in.

the vote and inho pressing to stay was a primary backlash to gihun trying to keep them there. i believe he broke the tie this way to fuck with gihun more.

then the personal teasing with dalgona, talking to him like he is a normal person with normal person emotions. how inho creates such a personality.

then how quickly gihun magnets to this personality. like inho talked about his dead wife and "why he was in the games" to get gihun to trust him, but gihun trusted him deeply without that story. gihun is so easy and quick to trust, inho didn't even need to tell that story (i.e. the dalgona nightmare and "youngil" being front and center). gihun connects to this man within HOURS.

he cares deeply and makes sure he's okay. that's why that betrayal hurts me so much. thats why the unmasking is going to rip my heart out. gihun trusted youngil so deeply that when he learns who he really is, it's going to kill him. it's going to make him hurt and grieve. if they do the scene right, it's going to fucking HURT.

then again, inho mightve made sure gihun connected so closely to youngil as a lesson. i read a fic or something with that thought. that inho made such a man, such a personality (who technically is a mix of mostly everyone from s1 he got close to) just to be able to betray him. to hurt gihun and show him how dangerous blind trust is.

i dont know theres something about inhun that is so deep, dark, and desperate. there's something that is so fascinating about them to me and i can go on forever but this is already extremely long.

inhun is a ship that is more obsession than love. both are obsessed for different reasons and the only love that is in it at all is between gihun and inho's fake personality. its a deeply dark and toxic thing and ive never seen a ship like this before. its fascinating to me and i LOVE the dynamic and how much it makes me think.

anyways, any other questions about this or my other gihun post pls send asks. im willing to answer anything..

[yourlowkeyidiot3]

Reminder that Inho's sad and traumatic backstory doesn't make him any less of a bad person btw. He still made the decision to become the frontman himself. Ain't nobody that forced him to do that. Yea, he's not one dimensional, still a fucking terrible person tho who has killed and is responsible for over thousands of people's deaths with no remorse. No sad backstory will ever change that. He's a mass murderer. And as If that wasn't enough, he just had to join the games to sabotage and manipulate the only few people in there who actually cared and wanted to put an end to the games. Absolutely no one forced him to betrayed them, he could had redeemed himself. Hell he could had redeemed himself a long time ago but he didn't. Hell he could had literally done anything else than becoming the frontman in the frist place. Like for an example... returning to his family instead of just leaving them. And for that, I won't care if he ends up expressing regret in s3, GOOD, he SHOULD feel bad. I won't feel sorry for him. I don't think he deserves redemption. And the only reason why I want him to survive is for Junho. However I don't want Gihun and everyone else really, to give him a second chance or forgive him. I want them to never have to deal with him again if they all end up surviving.

He's also a huge hypocrite and it actually gets on my nerves. He doesn't actually care about being fair. Only when it benefits him. And I want to see him get punched in the face for that.

Anyway that was brutally honest opinion on Inho please don't behead me I have a hate-love relationship with him

[krisantium]

loved your post about inho and gihun but i also need you to understand that them trying to break each other is why i ship them, lmao. im also highkey frustrated at the shippers who go "it was a look of love" or whatever, its like they're ignoring their whole dynamic that makes them interesting 😅

Their relationship is interesting, indeed. It's just the fandom's lack in comprehension drives me nuts. Did people skip episodes or what because many of them don't even know that Inho is the frontman?? Are we having children under the age of 10 in this fandom? Like, how did you miss such huge information? And anyway, since we talk about this internet-made gay couple, I want to highlight the one scene that empasizes the whole point of their so called romance.

Remember the dinner scene before the fight between Thanos and 333? They were supposed to be re-voting the next day because it was 50 50 between 0 and X that day. And guess who got the fork inside their gimbap foil? Yes, the X group, including Gihun. Inho was clearly testing the water. And Gihun, with this big idea inside his head, with the spirit of a saint, wanting to save the world while he's given a clear chance to save his own people, did exactly what Inho saw coming since the beginning. Screw the fork and the impending fight that can possibly save at least half of the players' life that night, let's just build this small army of amateur marksmen and kill the guards, the frontman and then blow this hell of a place instead!

And of course, if all of us still watch the same show, we could never forget Inho's monolgue about his wife, and we could also never forget the dramatic sibling's lore about the kidney transplantation. Inho was a man who tried to save everyone too. The savior complex consumed him until there is nothing of him left. And he wants that to happen to Gihun too. Like what I said before, he desperately wants to prove himself that this path he has taken now is meant for the people like them.

[sillywormz]

a few days ago I was in bed trying to go to sleep, but then out of nowhere I got a idea for a Squid Game AU

where Sang-Woo won the games instead of Gi-Hun, (which of course means Gi-Hun dies😭), and when Sang-Woo leaves the games with the money, he thought he would be the happiest man in the world, but, over time, he realizes that he just doesn’t feel happy, like, he paid off his debt, and his mother has forgiven him for it all, but, he just doesn’t feel happy, and as he tries to go on with his life, that’s when the realization starts to kick in

He realizes that, those games did something to him, things that made him commit horrible things, and that, every single piece of the money, was someone’s life, and he realized that, if he had stopped the games, Gi-Hun, would still be alive

This realization completely flips his world upside down, overcome with grief and despair about what he has done, but all of this grief causes him to have some sort of a mental snap

He now routinely has nightmares about the games and all of the players that were in it, he starts having extreme panic attacks, but, he also starts having nightmarish hallucinations of his dead friends, Ali, Sae-Byeok, Ji-Yeong, and of course, Gi-Hun, but, despite everything, Sang-Woo holds on to his sanity, and realizes that…

He Can’t Let This Happen To Anyone Else, He Doesn’t Want Others To Go Through The Same Pain As He Does

So, he makes a promise to himself that he will never rest, never stop until he finds the people who run the games and make them pay for what they have done

So, like, basically in this AU, instead of Gi-Hun being the only survivor of the games and then spending like 3 years trying to find the games, it is Sang-Woo who survived and returned to the games to try and stop them

But, it can be pretty hard to come up with a plan to stop the games when you also have twisted hallucinations of your dead friends routinely mocking you in basically any chance they get, (Because that’s exactly what Sang-Woo has to put up with basically every single day)

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I feel like this is the reason why my sleep schedule is so messed up, (Not Just Because Of My Sleep-Deprivation), but also because I will randomly get AU ideas at like 4 in the morning, (Please Send Help)

Also sorry for just randomly dumping this on you, I’m just really bored and I can’t really do anything because I’m sick, and also I just really love your art, I too am a fan of Baehun and just Jung-bae as a character in general

IM SO SORRY IM LATE ANSWERING THIS ANON i've had a kinda meh day today but i loved seeing this ask so much and i'm finally getting round to it :D

I LOVE THIS IDEA‼️‼️ idk if sangwoo would expect to be happy after the games but at the very least i think he'd believe he could just plow ahead with life and forget that it happened......... but like you said, the guilt would keep eating away at him until he snapped imo.

i can tooootally see sangwoo being the kind of guy who gets tormented by guilty hallucinations of the people he killed.......... he would be an absolute mess post-games i think esp since he had to kill gihun. i think he would potentially just try to kill himself due to the guilt and trauma but would have an epiphany before he did so that he couldn't let this happen to anyone else........ and he'd resolve himself to stop the games as a way to save people from suffering in the same way as him but also in an attempt to "pay back" the debt he feels he owes to gihun and saebyeok 👀

since sangwoo isn't as much of a "moral" or compassionate person as gihun i think things would definitely go a lil differently in this au and it would be so fun to explore! also the toxic yaoi dynamic between him and inho would be absolutely INSANE can you imagine......... they would be so fucked up together

i can also imagine an au where sangwoo would end up working with inho tbh. i cannot see frontman!gihun happening (nor do i want it to happen) but i can imagine sangwoo being swayed by inho/coming to understand him, bc he's got a much colder view towards his fellow humans than gihun does. i don't say this as a negative thing abt sangwoo it's just who he is yknow........ he's not a bad person but he's more cold and brutal than gihun. if he DID decide to stop the games and dedicate himself to that, i can imagine him actively pursuing inho and the recruiter even more than gihun did...... and being much more vengeful abt it

the mental image of him being "haunted" by gihun's "ghost" is also something i rlly enjoy...... using gihun's memory as a mouthpiece for his own fears and insecurities but also desperately holding onto the spectre of him out of a sense of obligation and bc he doesn't want to forget who he was........ bc letting gihun go and letting that emotional wound heal would feel like killing him all over again and he's already done that once he can't do it again. Ough

ANYWAY SORRY IDK IF ANY OF THIS MAKES SENSE i just rlly love this idea :D tysm for sending it to me, i love getting messages and please always feel free to send me stuff like this!!! i love it!!!!!! ALSO YAYAYAYAYAYAYYYYY BAEHUN/JUNGBAE ENJOYERS UNITE YAYYYYYYYYYY

[midnight--sadness]

I also had this idea of Il-nam keeping Gi-hun alive on the island for an odd reason. Gi-hun loses at marbles but ll-nam signals for the guard not to kill him. Instead, he takes him to his private quarters and tells In-ho to meet him there once the work day is over.

When In-ho arrives, Il-nam is like “Look, In-ho, I found you a wife! Isn’t he cute?”

Gi-hun is absolutely scared shitless while In-ho is mortified. He wants to shout at Il-nam and tell him that he can’t just kidnap a player and force them into an arranged marriage. However, I imagine he doesn’t confront him. His boss is an old man and assumes that his age and brain tumor are messing with his mind.

For now, In-ho is just like “Uh…Thank you, sir. I’ll take him to my room. You get some rest.”

Later, In-ho sits Gi-hun on his bed and talks with him once he calms down a little.

“I sincerely apologize, player 456. Please forgive me. He’s an old man, and isn’t all there these days.”

Meanwhile, Gi-hun can’t do much but mutter “What the fuck…” over and over again.

ILNAM KEEPING GIHUN AS A WIFE FOR INHO!!! 😩🤧

inho having his very own "oh my god dad you're embarassing me!!" moment in his head cfkidnjvfnrhgvt

and poor gihun is just completely weirded out by the situation, because what do u mean he's this stranger's wife???

i think inho would be nice to gihun, get him used to this new setting and then trying to stop ilnam from interfering too much. the old man doesn't need to know that inho doesnt plan to marry gihun (for now 😏)