#more than one 001

[aemiron-main]

Henward’s Belt During Nina, More Than One 001, and Time Loops: We May Have Seen The 001 From The Soteria Scene During The Very First NINA Scene

So, I was taking a closer look at the two different versions of Henward that we see during that first NINA scene, and I noticed something- the first version of Henward that we see (with the nice, neat hair) has his belt partially undone- the little silver part on the other side of the buckle is hidden because it’s not done up properly:

Usually I’d write this off as a genuine production error because it’s such a small thing, and getting in and out of costumes, it’s not totally unrealistic that a minor belt issue might get missed.

However, the context of the boiler room/soteria removal scene completely changes this and makes me believe that this partially undone belt is 100% intentional- why?

Because Henward takes his belt off during the Soteria scene so that he can bite down on it.

So, did this guy just come back from the Soteria scene in some sort of NINA time loop? Does he already have Soteria out?

But there’s more evidence for this than just the belt- because there’s also the ID.

Because that Henward that has the partially undone belt is also missing his ID- we never see it.

We see the ID on the other Henward that has a properly fastened belt, we don’t see it with the partially undone belt guy.

And why is this relevant to the Soteria removal scene/the scene where Henward takes his belt off?

Because he also puts his ID on the floor in that same scene. (thank you @givehimthemedicine for pointing this out & for the image that i nabbed from your post)

So, is it just me, or is it suspicious as hell that a.) NINA has so much time loop stuff going on already and b.) Henward took off his belt and put his ID on the floor during the Soteria removal scene- versus there being a Henward in the beginning of NINA with a partially undone belt (almost like it was put on in a hurry), who’s also missing his ID?

This also brings me to this post that I made awhile ago regarding the scene where Henward says to El that “I meant what I said when I called this place a prison,” but Henward has NEVER called the lab a prison prior to this scene- hell, he hasnt even said the word prison prior to this scene.

But, as also mentioned in that linked post, he DID call the lab a prison/tell El that she’s a prisoner during the massacre, after that tunnel scene:

So, we have two instances here of events seemingly happening in “reverse” order/in a loop- we have a guy in the beginning of NINA with a messed up belt and a missing keycard vs a guy at the end of NINA/in the Soteria removal scene who takes off his belt and puts his keycard on the floor, and then we ALSO have a guy in the tunnel scene telling El that he previously said that this place is a prison/that she’s a prisoner (something he hasnt actually said in any of the prior scenes) vs massacre Henward, later on, saying that El is a prisoner.

Anyway! It’s weird as hell.

[canonically47]

what's with squid game and toxic/doomed yaoi and doomed yuri?

[aemiron-main]

Okay so YES THE FACT THAT THAT GUY GOES FULL HENRY POSE WHEN HOPPER PUSHES HIM AGAINST THE WALL?? And hopper *steals* his keycard instead of having it given to him willingly.

And yes absolutely, with the keycard and ID being two separate things, it doesn't make sense for him to give the ID to El or Kali.

GOD IT'S SO WEIRD THAT HE TOOK IT OFF FOR SOTERIA??? And exactly, IDs shouldn't offer access to the basement, but it seems like that's how he got in??

AND YES THE EXTRA KEYCARD THING IS SOMETHING THAT'S BEEN HAUNTING ME FOREVER. How did HE get into the basement? And also, we never see him tell El to meet him in the basement, she just *somehow* knows to show up there, which, sure, she could be in NINA remembering 1979, but even in 1979, how did she know to go to the basement at that time? It's so weird that we just see him hand her the keycard and never actually see him telling her where to meet him. And speaking of the thing from earlier regarding Henry seemingly using his ID to get in the basement even though that shouldn't work, it feels like we're missing two scenes that are likely connected somehow: 1.) Henry telling el to meet him in the basement, and 2.) Henry himself getting into the basement. Unless, of course, the Henry who was waiting in the basement isn't the one who gave El his keycard, and thus, still has his keycard. We definitely seem to have multiple Henries floating around, at least during the massacre itself, and I have to wonder if that plays into it somehow.

And the point about the keycard vanishing off of the floor is VERY interesting because where did it go??? Are we seeing multiple versions of events sort of like we are with the changing bodies during the massacre?? Which, speaking of vanishing keycards and multiple versions of things- those two different versions of Henry that show up pre-massacre, when El initialy gets into NINA? One of them always has a keycard visible, and the other NEVER does.

Which, I know that part of this is because of a slight difference with how they hold their hands/arms and shoulders (the henry with the keycard/the one that looks weirder holds his hands lower than the other henry), however, it’s still very much a choice to have him hold himself two different ways, one way that just happens to conceal a keycard.

And that concealed keycard henry/fluffy haired one holds his arms in a way where a keycard on the opposite site would be concealed too. Which is interesting because like I mentioned in this post, we get a scene where Henry’s hair part AND the aide that his keycard is on are mirrored/swap sides but it’s not a mirror shot because Brenner is in the same shot and brenner isn’t mirrored compared to his regular appearance.

Here’s Henry being mirrored:

And here’s Brenner, in the same shot, not mirrored, with the direction of the stripes on his tie always being consistent (the stripes on the big part of the tie go the opposite direction compared to the stripes on the knot but his tie is always like that, and the direction of the knot strips never change and the direction of the big section stripes never change):

And that's a very, very good point about Kali and the ID, her having the ID would be strange as hell, but it does still seem like she might have had it (or, even if she didn't actually have it, it may have just been an easter egg nodding to him, if it says Henry at all).

And your point about Kali using her powers to escape makes me wonder- Was Kali ever soteria'd? Why didn't she use her powers sooner? And I know that she maybe didn't consider escaping because of lab brainwashing but a.) wasn't she wild-caught and therefore would have a concept of home and life outside of the lab? and b.) we see her getting shocked by an orderly in her flashbacks, why not use her powers to prevent punishment? maybe she hadn't fully unlocked her powers yet? Sort of like how El had never opened a gate until 1979?

And there's something rattling in my brain about Kali's mass illusion powers vs the moving and changing bodies that we see during the massacre.

@aemiron-main fresh post so I don't hijack for a tangential reply but your lab IDs post got me thinking and now I noticed something weird about Henry's ID -

Hopper stole that guard's keycard when he broke into the lab in season 1, and we got a good look at how the lab ID and keycard are separate articles worn clipped together. (I know you weren't saying otherwise, I'm just establishing)

(btw do we wanna talk about how this guy goes full Henry against the tile instead of merely holding up his hands)

Henry gives El his keycard. just his keycard. he has every reason to keep the ID:

the ID, at a glance, conceals the keycard, so there'd surely be trouble for him if Brenner or the other orderlies noticed his ID (and therefore his keycard) missing. El has no use for the ID anyway, in fact it would be harder for her to conceal both. and if she were to get caught, a keycard could be anyone's (although Henry would be suspect number one anyway 🥁) but literally leaving his ID attached to it would be stupid.

this would apply to his theoretical Kali escape assist as well.

Henry's reach for the keycard is so easy that he must have it already detached from his ID and loose in his pocket in advance of the chess game. so in all likelihood, his ID remains on his belt where we see it.

so he should still be wearing his ID after the chess game. but he's not.

once the guards catch him and El, he's definitely not wearing it. where did it go?

he took it off for the soteria removal.

why on earth? it's not like it's somehow cumbersome and would get in the way. and there's no reason for him to have it in-hand, as if he'd gained access to the basement with it - IDs don't grant access, keycards do.

side note: wouldn't Henry probably have needed another keycard in order to gain access to the basement? that's definitely an ID on the floor though. you can see there's a picture on it and not blank white.

once he stands up, I don't think I see it on the floor anymore. almost like he literally switched identities when soteria came out and his lab identity disappeared.

as for my original point of this post - it's entirely likely that Henward would've given Kali a keycard to escape with, but even then, why would she have the ID?

also consider: with Kali's powers, her escape could've been as simple as going invisible and scooting out the door when someone else opened it. no keycard, no accomplice required necessarily. (not saying that's probable but it's possible) in which case I would only be more curious how she's ended up with Henward's ID.

[spiderman2-99]

Where should you be kissed?

Knuckles. it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

[stolen from templeofvengeance; tagging you]

[mastermicd]

little new blog starter call perhaps ?

[noroalia]

ok so hes like definitely an npc right. hes literally an instance/incremental

[linagram]

"arisu, will he be okay?"

[dykeofmisfortune]

the thing about sabrina carpenter is that while i'll never say no to more girl on girl action, those lesbians on the podcast are STILL RIGHT she is still the straightest woman on earth. her entire thing is being for the male gaze. all of her songs are about dick even the one where she and jenna ortega made out was about a man. i might not be better than a man when i see two hot women kissing but let's use our brains for 1 second

[doverstar]

So vecna’s not showing up at all in Your fic? Interesting 🧐

He's mentioned throughout, and of course he's pulling the strings the way he is in canon, but will there be any scenes with him in them, directly speaking to anyone? No. :] The fic is about Eddie and Chrissy primarily, and I don't have plans to change the general plot of the show, so there's no real need to feature Vecna. Does that make sense? The only changes I'm really making are that Chrissy and Eddie both live. An incredibly unoriginal concept, but hey, we all wanted it! I got plenty of exposure to the blood-soaked psycho licorice stick in the show, thank you. Not going near him if I can help it!

[aemiron-main]

that’s not the same guy at the same time- more nina henry weirdness

So, I’m just supposed to believe that these are the same guy at the same time/mere moments apart?

Like!! Look at his hair!! And his face!!! He looks completely different!! I dont know how or why but he DOES!!! Even the blood splattering is absolutely, confirmably different in each picture, it’s not even the same jumpsuit!!

And look at the Henry on the left’s shoulders. they’re visibly skinnier than the henry on the right. Left Henry’s jumpsuit is literally hanging off of him and his face is gaunter, whereas right Henry fills out the shoulders of his shirt more and his face looks very different. I’d dismiss this as Jamie’s weight changing but the fact that the weight change aligns with drastic blood splatter pattern changes on the jumpsuit AND hair changes AND colour grading changes??? And the fact that S4 repeatedly brought the weights of characters like Hopper and Chrissy to our attention?? And the fact that deepfaking was already being used on young El during this sequence??

And speaking of colour grading, it’s interesting that the pic on the left has more greenish colour grading considering this post that I made about Hawkins Lab and green lighting.

[soulsty]

????? (He already had a name tbf)

Like duhh

[saymio]

In Ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Hwang In-ho (player 001/the front man) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, dub/noncon, age gap, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. thanos story in the works rn!! I have writers block so to help a little I'm making some hcs 4 this baddie (prob ooc)

hwang inho, the man that protected you from Thanos and his stupid friend during the first day of the games. he shoo'ed them away. stopping their harassment and took you with him with the rest of the group

hwang inho, the man that gives you his milk. reassuring you every time that its okay for you to have it, and it'll help you get stronger.

hwang inho, the man that checks up on you throughout the night. standing over you to make sure you're getting your nights rests. making sure no creeps try touching your delicate skin.

hwang inho, the man that lets touches linger a little longer than they should, whether its on your hands, thighs, waist..his touches feel more than platonic

hwang inho, the man that tells the guards to make sure you stay safe, to kill a player that hasn't broken the rules if they had to. anything to make sure you stay safe.

hwang inho, the man that would excuse himself to the bathroom just to touch himself to the thought of you. whether its your calm voice or plush hands that feel so soft and delicate...he just couldn't help it.

hwang inho, the man that squeezes your thighs when no ones looking...and when you express discomfort he used his past generosity as an excuse for it.

hwang inho, the man that will kiss you in the middle of the night with no warning. telling you to be quiet and take the kiss because if it were any other man it would've been worse.

hwang inho, the man that will find the perfect timing to sneak away from everyone else with you. he'll make you strip for him in the bathroom. savoring every inch of your body before he sends you away, leaving him in there alone to masturbate.

hwang inho, the man that wont let you sleep. he'll grope and squeeze your thighs, tits and ass. feeling you up while you hold in tears.

hwang inho, the man that reminds you this is your fault when you cry to him during a bathroom strip session. expressing how uncomfortable this makes you and how you don't want it anymore.

hwang inho, the man that will tell you nothing in the world is free. and your body will be the payment he receives for being so generous with you.

hwang inho, the man that gets hard thinking about your age gap. how youre only 19 and he's in his 40's..he loves it.

hwang inho, the man that slips his fingers inside of you when the lights are off, fingering you aggressively. reminding you once again that it'd be so much worse if he wasn't such a nice man.

hwang inho, the man that captures you during the raid against the guards. forcing you to stare into the eyes of your past friends as he kills them.

hwang inho, the man that keeps you as his pet after the games end. reminding you you're lucky because he spoils you with money.

hwang inho, the man that doesn't let you socialize with anyone after he's gotten his grip on you.

Another not: this one is pretty short compared to my last fic, this was to just try n get me out of writers block. expect a Thanos fic to pop up tmr. sorry if this sucked/was ooc, I tried my best T T~~

[greengoblinswifey]

Beneath Chaos—Hwang In ho/Player 001 x Fem!Reader

summary— amid the deadly Squid Game, you form a forbidden bond with Young-il, a married man. one night after lights out, seeking comfort, you ask him to stay by your side and things escalate.

warnings— no spoilers, age gap(reader is in her 20s, young-il is in his 40s), infidelity, oral(f!receiving), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

a/n— for the newbies, y/n in all my stories is black but ofc, everyone can read <3 also this man has so many names, omfg.

Part II

The games had taken their toll on everyone. The latest round had been especially brutal, dead bodies across the arena, screams still ringing in your ears even after hours. Everyone was on edge, fear settling deep into their bones as they huddled in their corners of the dormitory, too paranoid to sleep.

You sat in the dim light, knees drawn up to your chest, trying to quiet your breathing. You glanced over to the group you had managed to stick with, Gi-hun, Jung Bae, Dae-ho, the rest and—Young il.

Your gaze lingered on him longer than it should have. He was older, quiet, and deliberate in his actions, his face lined with age and attractiveness. There was a steadiness to him, even in the chaos of the games, that drew you in despite your better judgment. You knew he had a wife, he had mentioned her being in the hospital when the group shared snippets of their lives. But the magnetic pull you felt toward him was undeniable.

The sleeping quarters was cold, the hum of fear in the air. You hesitated before shifting closer to him. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

He turned to you, his expression calm but questioning. “What is it?”

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish for even asking. “Can you—can you stay beside me tonight? I just, um, I don’t feel safe.”

He regarded you for a moment, his dark eyes scanning your face. Then, after a beat of silence, he nodded. “Alright.”

Relief washed over you as he moved closer, sitting beside you on the thin mattress. The proximity made your heart race, but you told yourself it was just the stress of the situation.

Hours passed, and the room slowly quieted as people succumbed to exhaustion. You and Young-Il lay on your sides, facing each other. The dim light cast soft shadows over his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the lines etched into his skin.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing.

You blinked, startled. “Like what?”

“Like I’m the answer to whatever you’re feeling right now,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

You flushed, breaking eye contact. “I’m sorry. I know you’re married. I shouldn’t—”

“Shh,” he said softly, his hand brushing against yours. “Let’s just forget everything for a moment.”

Your breath hitched as he moved closer, his face inches from yours. His lips brushed yours, hesitating at first, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, but the weight of everything unsaid between you made it feel electric.

You pulled back suddenly, guilt flooding you. “I can’t. This isn’t right. You have a wife—”

“Don’t think about that right now,” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. “Just stay with me.”

His lips captured yours again, this time more insistent. The kiss deepened, a hunger building between you as the world outside faded away. His hands roamed down your body and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his touch.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of warmth. Your breath came in shallow gasps as he moved lower, his hands gripping your hips firmly. When he reached the waistband of your sweatpants, he paused, looking up at you for permission.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both desire and restraint.

You nodded, unable to form words, your heart pounding in your chest.

With deliberate care, he tugged down your sweats and underwear, his lips pressing gentle kisses along your thighs as he did. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with awe.

With his eyes locked on yours, his head lowered between your legs. His lips captured your bundle of nerves, sucking softly as a soft gasp left your lips. You pressed them together, not wanting to wake anyone to see what was taking place. His tongue flicked your clit sending more pleasure than you had ever felt throughout your body, making you shiver.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured between your legs.

You nodded frantically, fingers lacing in his silky hair as he continued feasting on your pussy. His tongue glided from your hole back up to your clit then down again. He circled your hole, letting his tongue slip inside as he collected your juices on his tongue. Your free hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to keep quiet as he slipped a finger inside your pussy.

Your back arched from the bed as his skilled finger curled and his tongue sucked on your clit with ferocity.

“You’re doing so well, cum for me, cum on my tongue and my fingers,” he whispered.

Your fingers curled into the thin blanket beneath you as he continued, each flick of his tongue and thrust of his finger sending shivers down your spine. His movements became overwhelming and you pressed your lips together tightly as an intense orgasm washed over you making your back arch from the small bed.

“That’s it, good girl, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.

In that moment, the fear and chaos of the games melted away, leaving you wanting more. You trembled beneath him, breathless and aching, your skin tingling from the intensity of his tongue. “Young-il,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the dormitory. “I need more. Please.”

He stilled, his dark eyes meeting yours, searching for something. “Are you sure?” he murmured.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes,” you whispered, your lips brushing his ear as your fingers gripped his shoulders.

His lips curved into a soft smirk, his hands sliding up your sides. “Then beg for it,” he said, his voice low and commanding, with dominance you hadn’t expected.

Your cheeks burned, but the desperation in your chest won out. “Please,” you murmured, your voice soft but trembling with need. “Please, Young-il, I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

“As you wish,” he interrupted. He shifted to sit back on his knees, his hands deftly tugging his sweats and boxers down. He watched your reaction as he freed his hard cock, his gaze heavy.

“Look at you,” he murmured, one hand stroking over your hip as his other lined himself up at your leaking entrance. “So perfect, so beautiful. I don’t deserve this, but, God, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You gasped as he pressed his cock into you slowly, his whispered praises filling the space between you. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his hand braced beside your head. “You’re doing so well. So tight, so perfect for me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts measured and deliberate. The quiet around you made every sound amplified, the soft rustle of sheets, skin slapping, the hitch in your breath, and his murmured words of adoration. “Cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, his voice cracking with need. “Do it, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

You cried out softly, your hands clutching him as you surrendered, your body shuddering against his as your pussy gushed on his raw cock. He held you through it, his touch firm and grounding.

Moments later, he shifted, his body warm and solid beside you. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, lifting your leg over his hip as he slid into your throbbing cunt.

The angle made you gasp, your hand flying to his arm as he held you close. “You’re f-fucking me so good,” you managed, your voice breathless.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. “Stay with me. Feel everything, just like this. You’re perfect, you hear me? Perfect.”

Your breaths mingled as he began pounding into you harder and the rhythm grew more intense, both of you trying to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape. His lips pressed against your ear. “Cum with me,” he urged, his voice a broken whisper. “Cum on my cock as I cum inside you, sweetheart.”

You clung to him as your orgasm took ahold of you once more, the world fading away as waves of warmth washed over you. His grip tightened, and his soft groan against your skin coupled with the feeling of his cum filling your pussy were the only confirmation you needed that he’d joined you.

When the high ended, he rolled onto his back, pulling you against his chest. His lips pressed gentle kisses along your hairline, your forehead, your cheeks. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he murmured, his voice soft and tender. “You’re going to get out of here. I promise.”

You nestled against him, his arms wrapped securely around you, the fear and chaos of the games momentarily forgotten.

[cosmictheo]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 | hwang in-ho

( gif credits to @lalaray )

—summary: for some reason, player 001 seems to like you a little too much, way more than you think. amongst the chaos after the mingle game, he gets closer to you. —pairing: hwang in-ho/young-il/player 001 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —warnings: bro has a lot of names, +18, smut !!! (minors dni), most definitely ooc!in-ho, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight voyeurism? (a guard outside the bathroom listening all the tea💀), sub in-ho!!!, obsessive, possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, slight manipulation, in-ho being a slut for the reader, they want each others bodies so bad, panic attack, blood, killing, yk usual squid game stuff.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ✶ part one ── part two

The first thing you saw were Young-il's eyes, and then you sensed his hands resting on your shoulders, a subtle touch but one that struck your entire core, sending shivers up and down your spine, snapping you out of the trance of shock, drawing you back to reality and back to him.

“Hey, hey, shhh...” he spoke softly, leaning close to you, making all you focused on was him, his voice, his eyes, the way his lips uttered your name. Him, him, him...

“Young-il?” you breathed out, matching your respiration to his ever-calm one.

He nodded his head slightly, his fingers stroking your shoulders soothingly. “You're okay. You did so good. It's over now” his soft whispers felt like an anchor back to earth, anchors you were clinging to with all your might.

“I got you” he assured you, helping you to your feet again. It was only then that you noticed that you were still in the room set of the third game, there was only you and him left in the arena, and the multitude of bodies sprawled around the bloodstained floor, of course. Noticing your gaze drift to the dead people, his hand lifted to your chin, standing right in front of you to block your field of vision and reduce it to just him, his serene face and piercing eyes, “Just look at me, angel. Keep those pretty eyes on me, yeah?”

He delicately pleaded you, his thumb tracing patterns of grazing caresses on the skin of your chin, treating you as carefully as possible. 

And you complied, of course, succumbing to the gentle darkness contained within his eyes. Like a little lamb falling into the wolf's trap.

“There you are,” a little, honest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

A couple of guards were standing near you, watching you in silence and strangely, allowing Young-il to comfort and help you during your panic attack. The first one you had since you had arrived in the horrifying place, you hadn't cracked once, holding a tough and fearless armor.

“You are safe with me. Nothing will happen to you,” his other hand moved down from your shoulder through your arm, igniting a warm flush on your skin under the passage of his palm, all the way down to encounter yours, his fingers intertwining between yours. “I'll make sure of that, okay?”

You merely manage a trembling nod, holding his gaze. His reassuring, gentle demeanor was all you needed at that moment, in that strange place, full of strangers, he seemed to be the only familiar sight to you, the light among all the ruthless darkness. And his face, exuding concern, completely captured your heart.

Young-il offered you that one protector figure you always needed, that someone to rely on and trust even in your darkest moments.

“Come with me, please” one of the guards, the one with a square outlined on his mask, interrupted your moment, stepping up beside you, his gun pointed at the ground and not at either of you, thank goodness. His voice held a diplomatic, yet polite tone, glancing at the two of you. Young-il glanced at him with a scowl on his face, not too happy that the guard had popped onto the scene, apparently, his gaze went ice cold in the span of a millisecond, “Sir, miss, you need to go back to the main room with the other players.”

“The lady needs to freshen up a bit, could I accompany her to the bathrooms?” Young-il asked— no, rather, he actually demanded of the armed guard, his demeanor shifting to an authoritative one, straightening up and looking at the masked man with imposing eyes.

The guard looked from Young-il to you and back to him, finally nodding his head just once after a few seconds of contemplation, looking at him too long, nearly as if he was considering Young-il's expression, “Of course. Come with me, please.”

You did not decide to comment on the strange behavior of the guard, even they had been acting like human beings, empathetic and considerate. You really couldn't think of anything much at all, all you could focus on was Young-il's hand placed on your lower back as you walked together through the winding, ridiculously colorful corridors and staircases inside the seemingly infinite building.

His touch had your mind a fuzzy blur and the panic and self-doubt in your veins had already been well forgotten, replaced by a state of constant flushing, feeling so small next to him. The feeling was a good one, though. Definitely.

Ever since you had met him he had seemed to have a special liking for you, always making sure you were safe and secure, putting you above the others, making you feel protected and seen. Before every game he made sure he stayed by your side, willing to take whatever risks were necessary for both of you to come out of it alive. Gi-hun had told you a couple of times that he liked you, much more than a friend, but you refused, huffing that it wasn't the place to think about that, much less regarding a man who was married, supposedly. The two of you had really bonded so well, as if you had somehow known each other for a very long time before this.

Once you were in the bathrooms, Young-il closed the door behind both of you, leaving the square guard just outside, and then guided you towards the sinks, opening one so you could take a sip of water.

“Let me...” he quietly whispered, rolling up the sleeves of his turquoise tracksuit and soaking his hands for a few seconds before raising them to your face, running his fingers gently across your cheekbones, removing traces of blood droplets that had been lucky enough to land on your skin, he thought to himself. For some reason, everything felt more intimate than it should have.

You stood in silence, watching him with big, attentive eyes as he wiped your face delicately, as if your skin were the finest porcelain. All that could be heard for a few moments was the water running from the sink and the thundering beat of your heart, desperate to flee out of your chest and leap into his.

“Young-il?”

“Hm?” he hummed, very much focused on cleaning your face, his countenance encouraged you to ask him anything you wanted, it was peaceful and gentle.

“Why do you care so much about me?” you dared to ask him, in a low tone, brave enough to hold his gaze, which softened at your question.

He held back his hands, pulling them away from your face very slowly, analyzing your flushed face for a few moments, contemplating an answer.

“You're special. Very different from the others.”

Young-il sympathized with you, with your history, your person. Usually when he looked at you, he saw his old self, from before all this. He saw in you the good side of things, your good heart, your innocence and kindness, you were much more than a pretty face. He could see past your usual gloomy and pouty face, past your sharp and too cunning eyes, you were too much for that place. And that's why he intended to take you out of there and keep you with him, to have you by his side to care for you and provide for you.

He was excited about the idea of getting to know you further, like a new game in which he had to crack his way through. And In-ho, he was good at games.

You blushed slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Special?”

Young-il spun around, allowing you to see his side profile as he washed his hands in the sink, concealing the impulse to smirk as he noticed the immediate effect his words had on you. He had you right where he wanted you. 

Now he wasn't wearing his usual dark mask, capable of covering his each and every emotion, no, now his expressions and gestures were for everyone to see, so he had to try a little harder than usual to be cautious. As you too were very careful and cautious, always attentive to your surroundings, you had figured out the objective of the last games as soon as you arrived at the arenas. It had been a record, no other player had been as interesting and quick-witted as you. You only needed a couple of minutes, a scan through the walls, the equipment brought by the guards, and you already had the answer. You were a prodigy. Not even he knew what you were doing in there to begin with, when you should have been in the best university.

You would definitely be a favorite of the filthy V.I.P.'s and that, for some reason, made him uneasy.

“Mhm...” he hummed once again, wetting his face now, refreshing himself as well, thoughtfully, “That makes you dangerous.”

His eyes held a slight playfulness as they met yours now, and his pupils expanded as he watched you step closer to him, unwrapping your sweatshirt from around your waist and lifting it up to his face, gently wiping and drying his skin with it, running the cloth carefully over his cheekbones, forehead and chin, drying every drop of water, sweat and blood that rolled across his skin.

“Why?” you tilted your head, big, interested eyes watching him intently as you carefully wiped his cheeks.

Young-il gazed at you for a few seconds, feeling himself swooning at the careful way you were treating him. He cleared his voice subtly before replying to you, in all honesty, “You're the only one I care about in here.”

Usually In-ho encountered with people who looked at him with fear, with trembling hands, hesitant voice and submissive manners. Most guards were like that with him, he was the Front Man after all. Just a movement of his fingers, a word emitted by his voice, was enough for the whole building to move at his command, for anyone to race to do what he ordered.

But you... you simply reached out to him, touched him, treated him with care, with gentleness and softness, looking at him with warm and sympathetic eyes.

“No other person makes me feel both weak and strong” he rasped out, quietly, his warm breath brushing against your lips, which gaped at his words, his choice of words, “That's dangerous for a man like me”

You motioned to pull your hand away from his face, but he was quick to grab your wrist, stopping the movement.

“Young-il, you're married, I can't—” you hurriedly opted to go the right way, trying to talk some sense into him, shaking your head softly, blinking several times within a single minute. Your heart was already starting to beat faster and he could feel it through his thumb placed on your pulse.

He shook his head, seeking your gaze, his fingers gently squeezing your wrist, not wanting you to move too far away from him.

“I'm not married. I lied” he revealed to you, almost desperately. There was no reason for him to lie to you on that, because he knew that you were someone he could trust, and that everything that was going to happen there, would remain within those walls. A little complicity. A minor crack in the script, in the whole scheme that he had been working on for weeks.

You let him grab your wrist and the jacket of the tracksuit you had previously held in your hand fell to the floor, making a muffled noise that echoed off the quiet walls of the bathrooms. Your brow furrowed slightly, not understanding what he was talking about now.

“You lied? Why?” you asked in a low tone, as if anyone could hear you. It seemed, at least it felt like too private and all too intimate a conversation for anyone to overhear.

“I didn't want to push you away and scare you with my... life resolutions” Young-il lowered your hand now joined with his, looking at you with brighter eyes than usual, “It was the wiser thing to do.”

“Resolutions?” all you appeared to be doing was asking and asking, and In-ho, right there and then, was willing to answer all you wanted to know. Your tone of voice drifted into playfulness, void of judgment or disgust, on the contrary, you reassured him, “All of us here have made bad choices in our lives, that's why we're here. We're all the villains of society”

“Villains...” he repeated, savoring the word and approving it with a gentle nod of his head. Then he tugged on your hand, lifting it to his face, placing an affectionate kiss on your knuckles, doing all of that while keeping eye contact, “But you're not bad, not like them, not like me. You're just so good, angel.” There was the petname again, and it held the exact same effect as when he first called you that, making you blush softly, your legs trembling just barely, your core reacting instantly, your body succumbing to his, longing for him.

His fingers caressed the palm of your hand tenderly, “You have no blood on your pretty hands, no perversity in your little head, no, you're a good girl. You always have been, right?”

He read you like an open book, even though you had been cautious and reserved since the games had begun, you had not let anyone in, much less pass over the walls you had built around yourself. Yet in the span of a few minutes, Young-il had ripped them apart, tearing his way through them, into you.

You caught a glimpse of pity in his eyes.

“You don't have a debt, you just don't have anyone out there waiting for you, to take care of you, provide for you” At his words, you gulped, watching him kiss your knuckles once again, making your heart race, then his lips kissed your pulse on your wrist, and after that, he tugged you closer, placing your palm against his chest, making you feel the beat of his heart as well, “I could be the one. I could take care of you, protect you, give you everything you want. There wouldn't be anything I wouldn't do for you and those eyes. You'd just have to stick by my side, look pretty for me, hm?”

In-ho had been watching you, of course, ever since you had met Gon Ji-cheol in the subway, ever since you had encountered Gi-hun. He knew your life completely, he had grown obsessed with you. You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, the missing piece in his new life. The anchor he desperately needed, yearned to hold on to.

And to your flesh he clung, his lips making a path of light, but tentative kisses on the back of your hand, across your skin, up your arm.

“Young-il...” you breathed out his name a bit stunned by the whole sudden confession. At the sound, he felt his limbs tremble, his lips had reached your bicep and it wasn't until he kissed your shoulder that he opened his eyes so he could look at you with raw adoration, his breath joining yours at the closeness.

“I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. I won't let them touch a hair on your head” he promised, reassuring you, pulling you in, inviting you to slip into his orbit, “I just need you to trust me”

Your eyelashes grazed your cheeks as you blinked slowly, your hand rising to his shoulder, thumb brushing his neck, “How will you do that?”

“Trust me” he pleaded, staring at you for a few seconds before leaning down into you, both of his hands landing on your waist, holding you against him, his face nestled into your neck, he began to press his lips into your skin, kissing it. You close your eyes in utter pleasure, feeling yourself getting all aroused, suffocated by all the attention, the sweet words, his desire for you. 

“Would you do that for me?” he rasped out against your skin before kissing it, sucking lightly, “...hm?”

You nodded, swallowing hard, his lips rapidly kissing your throat, and suddenly, everything was him, his mouth, his breath, his hands squeezing your waist. Him... 

You lifted your chin, allowing him more access to the soft flesh of your neck, seductive lips exploring every inch of your skin.

“Yes”

“That's my girl” he cooed with tenderness, kissing your neck one last time before pulling away from it so he could look at you, not even letting you breathe the air that had slipped out of your lungs for the entirety of his doing, before he was kissing your lips like a starving man.

He breathed against your lips in between frantic open-mouth kisses. He almost felt himself melt as his ears were blessed by the delightful little noises leaking out of your mouth, panting and low moans escalating up your throat.

“Young-il…” you whispered his name, your voice sheepishly lowering as you noticed the look in his eyes, your hands clasped around his neck, fingers trembling from the thrill and sudden shame that shook you.

“Jump” he said, his tone of voice heavy with command, his hands reaching around your waist and down onto your ass to lift you up effortlessly onto the side of the sinks, balancing himself tight against you in between your legs, which wrapped around his hips and pressed him further into you, under an instinctive impulse.

You panted against his lips as you felt his erection against the inside of your thigh, his body eagerly surrendering to yours in desperation.

His commanding voice and face were something that really turned you on even more, if that was even possible. It wasn't usual for him to be this stern with you, he was usually like that with the other players, with strangers, always cautious, quiet and tactful, meticulous of his every step and every word.

“W-wait— we're going to fuck in h-here?” you somehow managed to asked in between frantic, breathless kisses, barely opening your eyes, catching him with an expression of raw lust, pupils fully dilated now.

Young-il smirked playfully, allowing you to catch your breath for a moment, hands caressing your skin appreciatively beneath the fabric of your shirt, before dropping down and laying on either side of you against the sinks, veins bulging against his skin, “You want to do it in the other room? I don't mind having an audience.”

His little tease and the way he tilted his head made you blush furiously, fingers nuzzling the back of his neck, curling between locks of his hair.

“The guard will hear us...” you tried to talk some sense into him, whispering quietly to him, leaning your head even closer, as if you were little kids sharing a forbidden secret.

But Young-il stood his ground, kissing your lips shortly, to reassure you, noticing the worry in your big eyes, “Don't worry about him, don't worry about anyone,” his hand snaked between your bodies, spreading your legs a little further apart, “He won't hear a thing, they never hear or see anything. Not if they are ordered not to”

One of his hands reached up, stroking your hair soothingly, sensing the softness of your locks between his fingers. You were perfect, perfect. And he just knew he could lose all track of time, if it meant letting himself fall into you, touching you, feeling you, worshipping you.

"Lift your hips for me, yeah?”

Obedient, you lifted your hips just a little, letting him pull the hem of your tracksuit pants down your legs, taking it out of the way of obstructing his path into you.

“I know you want this as much as I do, you don't have to say it,” he cheekily smiled, looking up at you once he had lowered your pants down until they were at the level of your ankles. On his journey upwards, he kissed the side of your leg, your knees and your thighs without taking his eyes off yours, he was ruthless and you looked so pretty to him.

“Your body speaks to me, it has spoken to me since the first game. I've noticed the way you look at me. You are a naughty girl.”

You heaved a sigh, closing your eyes and pulling your head back as his hand dipped into the center in between your legs, feeling the wetness of your panties and the heat, your cunt pulsing around nothing. Your hands, now on either side of you clasped onto the ceramics of the sinks, your back arching beautifully.

You can't help the way your body trembles, flutters and simply submits when his finger rubs your swollen clit through your panties, feeling your face and your whole body flush, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment at the magnitude of his words and the enormity of all that was happening.

“Look at you,” he cooed, eyes locked on your pussy once he had pulled down your panties with precise but desperate motions, ran his index and middle fingers through your slick folds, making you moan, “you're soaking wet for me, just for my kisses? Fuck, you are so beautiful. My pretty, dirty girl. Letting herself be touched by a stranger.... but then again, not a stranger at all, hm?” his voice almost sounded mocking when it reached your ears, “I need to taste you,” his gaze moved up to your face, and he looked nearly pleading, he licked his lips in anticipation, fingers sinking just barely into the small entrance of your core, “may I?”

“Please—” You at once nodded feverishly, almost whimpering over the words that rushed into your throat, “Yes! Please, Young-il, please—”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, slouching closer, sinking right between your legs, his hands lingered around your knees, squeezing them against him with a possessive hold.

“In-ho” he corrected you, flushed against the skin of your inner thigh, pressing kisses along it, all too drunk already by your intoxicating scent, his mind going fuzzy with desire, the urge to make you his, “Call me In-ho”

You didn't even pause to doubt what he was telling you, Hell, you'd call him God if he asked you to. You were in the palm of his hand, on full display. His lips kissed your sex and you mentally thanked fate for putting you there, with him.

“Say it” he ordered, just before he plunged his tongue deep between your folds, knocking all the little breath left in your lungs. “Say my name, angel” the vibration of his voice against the most sensitive flesh of your body clenched the knot deep in the bottom of your belly.

“In-ho” you named him between shaky whimpers and little moans, like a prayer. One of your hands dropped to his head, fingers sinking into the black of his hair, tugging it and making him hiss against your cunt. “In-ho...”

In-ho, In-ho, In-ho...

“Good girl”

God.

He ate your pussy like it was his very last meal, lapping and drinking in everything you had to offer, every bit of wetness from you. The slurping noise burst through every wall of the bathrooms and suddenly, you didn't give a shit if the guard outside heard you, you didn't give a shit if all the guards heard you. 

They could be right there watching you, you couldn't care less, it wouldn't change the way you tugged at his hair, how your eyes rolled back and the way he was gazing up at you from below, kneeling perfectly between your legs as if they were the gates to heaven.

His tongue seemed familiar, his fingers squeezing your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, his lips kissing your sex with no breath, all the breath he needed was you. He didn't feel like a stranger, your body acquainted him, perhaps in another life. It all felt like deja vu, a reminiscence.

Your muscles tensed and he felt it through his tongue. You were about to cum, and your throat felt scratchy from all the moans and whimpers rasping through it.

“Gonna cum, baby?” he coaxed, pulling away from your cunt for just a couple of seconds, sneaking a hand in and pressing just barely at your entrance with a couple of fingers, kissing your clit and sucking it just right, “Yes you are,” he grumbled endearingly, his tongue tracing caresses all around your clit now, looking up at you.

“You're so tight” he marveled, watching in awe as your cunt eagerly attempted to suck in his fingertips, clenching and struggling to fit them. “Look at her, so eager... such a good girl, aren't you?” Once again he leaned into your clit, kissing, sucking and caressing it with his tongue, already too pussy drunk to stop. “Cum for me. Cum on my tongue, yeah, just like that”

“Holy shit, In-ho—” you hiccupped, feeling tears blur your vision, a wave of pleasure unleashing from deep in your belly. You moaned his name like a prayer, pressing his head closer to your cunt on an instinctive impulse, “Mmph!”

Maybe it was seeing his chin and mouth all dripping wet of you, or his dark, deep eyes marveling at how your pussy squeezed tight around his fingers, or his other hand sliding up under your shirt, finding one of your breasts and flicking your nipple. Maybe it was all of it, either way, you were cumming like you had never cum before. Your whole body was shaking and succumbing to the overstimulation. Succumbing to him.

In-ho gulped down everything you gave him like magic waters.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he confided, licking his index and middle finger as well, catching every trace there was of you that he could possibly consume as if it were honey.

Then, he kissed your pussy once more before standing up, sending shockwaves of electricity through your whole body with his touch, his hands settled on your hips, holding you so you wouldn't fall.

And he just smirked. He moved closer to you and kissed your mouth, making you savor your own taste through him, his hands appreciatively caressing your thighs, swiftly pulling up your panties back on.

“You're perfect, perfect,” he smoothed against your lips, his forehead leaning close to yours and he kissed you again, praising you, holding you tight in the afterglow of your orgasm, “My girl, my favorite girl, so good for me"

“We need to get back before someone starts to get suspicious,” he mumbled softly, helping you to your feet and pulling up your pants, always holding you with his hands and strong arms.

“B-but,” you retorted, your hands gripping his shoulders, still feeling your legs a little wobbly and unsteady, your dilated pupils and half-closed eyes following him as he arranged you, “I want to-”

He interrupted you, grinning warmly, stroking a lock of your hair away from your forehead before kissing your lips once more, as if closing a deal, a promise, “There will be time. Be patient, princess. We don't want the others to find out about my favoritism, do we?” seeing you still looking a bit confused, and still denying with your head, In-ho smiled playfully, “That would be very unprofessional of me, so this will be our secret”

This time you kissed him, sealing the secret.

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el’s nina glitching and some of the shot choices during this scene

Okay, so, I have So Many Thoughts All The Time about nina and the footage and all the weird shit with it and this post is so true but something that also caught my eye here is the way that kid in the background changes- they become larger when El becomes older (it’s easier to see when watching the gif in motion). This is REALLY interesting to me.

Why is it interesting to me? Because like i talked about in this post (and am currently finishing up a full analysis on), sometimes, the kids during the nina sequences during the massacre straight up turn into adults between shots. I wonder if that’s what’s happening here with El- and if so, why is it happening?

And regarding what you said about deepfake El and the glitch and “is this really just for us?”, I completely agree that there’s more to it because for the audience, “this is actually younger El/we aren’t going to deepfake her the whole time” was already established when she looked in the mirror and the audience saw her younger self reflected in the mirror.

And going back to what I said earlier about the kid behind El changing size when she glitches- that’s even more interesting considering this mirror shot because that kid is the same size behind non mirror/older el in this shot vs younger/mirror el, and yet, changes when El glitches.

And here’s something that’s REALLY getting me about that glitch gif- Henry’s arm changes too. It’s way, way easier to see in motion than in screenshots, but if you rewatch the gif and focus on his arm, it 100% changes.

I was talking in this post the other day about how there seems to be multiple versions of Henry during that NINA opening sequence, and this seems to tie into that. Look at his sleeve when the glitch happens- there’s zero reason for it to change, but it DOES.

And also- it’s very, very interesting to me that during this glitch, they gave us almost an OTS shot from Henry’s pov looking at El. They could’ve chosen any shot, hell, they ALSO gave us a side profile shot of the glitch, and yet, they chose to show us Henry seemingly seeing the glitch.

Which, I have a LOT to say about the fact that we repeatedly see directly through Henry’s eyes during multiple nina scenes, but that’s a whole analysis in and of itself.

And regarding what you said about El’s memories and the footage, again, there’s SO much weirdness with that in general, but regarding this particular shot, it’s really interesting to me that they didn’t show us what things looked like through El’s eyes when she glitched- because I wouldn’t be surprised if Henry looked different when she glitched, just like how we see his arm change. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the reason why they’re hiding El’s pov from us in this scene. And digging more into El’s pov/use of POV in general in this scene with the glitch, there’s a few more things that I want to note.

First of all, look at how Henry looks before the glitch vs after:

Look at his hair. It’s definitely styled differently between the two shots, and the background goes from clear to blurred, and the colour grading seems to change slightly too. Henry’s body language and demeanour also changes- his head is held higher in the first shot, and his eyebrows are raised differently than the second shot. The Henry in the second shot looks almost calmer, gentler, trying to be on El’s level.

Especially when we consider this shot, which happens right before we get the shot of the Henry with the blurred out bg/gentler Henry:

Henry here almost looks emptier, or more smug, there’s just something different about his expression and demeanour (and his hair) compared to blurred bg Henry.

It’s almost like the first shot with non-blurred bg Henry is what Actual 14 Year Old El is seeing (OTS shot of her being taller) whereas the second shot with blurred bg Henry is almost like What 8 Year Old El is seeing/possibly what she saw in 1979.

And now, let’s look at the general shot progression during this scene as a whole. We get an El OTS shot of Henry, and then we get a shot of 1986 El that seems to be through Henry's eyes, which is strange, because why would he be seeeing 1986 El instead of 1979 El?

Now take a look at this shot with El. It's on her face, directly across from her- exactly where Henry was standing. Almost as if it's through his eyes. But again, if it's through his eyes, then why is he seeing 1986 El?

This shot is really interesting to me because we zoom in on the mirror- almost like what’s happening in the shots after this should all be viewed via the mirror reflection/in the “mirror world.”

As well, get this almost OTS shot near Henry's arm of 8 year old El. But why is he seeing 1979 El instead of the 1986 El he was just seeing? Earlier, I mentioned the idea of El seeing two different Henries- and so, I wonder if the same would apply to Henry seeing two different versions of El. Especially since like I mentioned in the beginning, when El changes from younger to older, Henry's arm changes too. It's like there's a Henry that coincides with young El and a Henry that coincides with older El. I also almost wonder if this ties into the “mirror world,” somehow, with younger El being the El reflected in the mirror vs one of the Henries (the one that coincides with younger el) being the Henry that’s reflected in the mirror?

And then we get this side view, which is an interesting choice, because it hides what El looks like in the mirror reflection from us when she’s glitching. We also, interestingly enough, never see Henry glitch from El’s pov- in fact, we don’t see anything glitch from El’s pov. We see things like the lights flickering above Henry, but we never see this sort of overlaid younger vs older glitch from El’s pov, and I have to wonder if Henry was also glitching (esp bc his arm also changes when el glitches) and we just couldn’t see it because we never got El’s pov during the glitch.

Again, this side profile shot is interesting because it hides what El looks like in the mirror, but also hides what Henry looks like IRL/from El’s pov.

We then seem to get Henry’s pov again where he’s watching El glitch, which is an interesting choice, because why not show nina itself glitching from El’s pov? Why cut to Henry’s pov of all people?

This is where Henry starts looking different during this section. Interestingly enough, this is also an OTS shot from the pov of *younger El/1979 El*, which, the other Henry, from the first few screenshots in this sequence, was an OTS shot from the POV of *older El/1986 El*, which further points towards the idea of two Henries (one that coincides with younger El and one that coincides with older El).

Like it’s just very interesting to me that we got one version of Henry earlier and then we could NOT see Henry’s face when the glitching was happening, and then after the initial glitching, he looks totally different.

And his arm continues to change in sync with every time El glitches, but we still never see his face at the moment that a glitch is occurring. It’s just strange to me that rather than having the lab glitch around El, they instead chose to have her glitch within the lab. Like sure, the lab “glitches,” with the lights and with all the doors leading to the rainbow room, but we don’t directly see other people glitch in the same way that El does- even though we do get a brief glimpse of things like Henry’s arm changing and the kid behind El changing when the glitching happens.

And now, after a few more of the same sort of back and forth shots between El and Henry, we’re back to that side view before Brenner comes in. Yet again, El’s mirror reflection is hidden from us, and Henry’s irl body is hidden from us.

Also worth noting that Brenenr was telling El to “remember”- so which of these shots are her actual memories vs which is nina footage vs which is through Henry’s eyes/his memories?

Something that also haunts me is this pic of Henry in the nina bunker:

Was Henry getting Nina'd at the same time at El? Let's say that normal lab Henry didn't get sent to superhell, like just for the sake of debate, setting Vecna aside (as imo it's starting to look more and more like 'multiple Henries' is a possibility), Henry would be 39 in 1986- and this pic of Henry in the nina bunker could very well be him. This may also explain why Henry seems more aware than the other participants in nina. And regardless of whether or jot there’s multiple Henries, all just very weird, especially the fact that Henry’s arm changes AND the kid behind El changes when she glitches, and the fact that we get those shots of El glitching from Henry’s POV *and* that initial shot of 1986 El that’s shot through Henry’s eyes.

Something is very much not right here.

Henry what's goin on with your shoes here bud

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