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meadowfics · 22 days ago

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stand by me

kang no-eul x f!reader

in which you had no idea on how you are still alive

warnings: mentions of death, guns, r being shot at, r replaces player 246

the last thing you remember is the cold barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead.

your knees ached against the concrete, hands trembling as you pleaded, voice cracking.

suddenly you regretted joining hyun ju and gi-hun in this whole gun fight thing.

you told the guard you had a daughter waiting for you at home, that she needed you, that you couldn’t die here. you weren’t ready.

"I'm sorry, please? I-i-i w-won't do anything like this again!"

you pleaded.

the guard holding the gun wasn’t hesitating out of mercy.

no, she was waiting for you to stop talking, as if your voice was the last thing tethering you to life.

then, the gunshot.

a burning, searing pain in your thigh.

your body slumped to the ground, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps as darkness consumed you due to some blood loss.

when your eyes flutter open, you’re not where you expect to be. no cold, hard floor of the arena. no piles of bodies.

instead, a sterile blue room, quiet except for your own breathing.

a figure stands above you. a guard.

mask still on, hands behind her back, unmoving.

for a moment, fear seizes your chest.

is she going to finish the job? torture you for daring to resist them?

then, you glance down.

your wound is wrapped tightly in fresh bandages.

you’re alive.

in front of you, neatly folded, is a pink jumpsuit.

the triangle symbol stares back at you, an order, a fate waiting to be accepted.

the guard speaks, voice clipped but distinctly female.

“put it on.”

your fingers tremble as you reach for it.

“what is this? what’s happening?”

she doesn’t answer immediately, just tilts her head slightly. then, in that same robotic tone, she says,

“if you want to stay alive without getting caught, stop asking questions.”

something in you cracks, just a little.

maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the sheer absurdity of still being alive when you were sure you had died back there.

there’s something about her voice...firm yet careful, like she’s choosing her words cautiously.

so you do as she says.

you slide the suit on, feeling the fabric cling to you, the mask cold against your face when you finally put it on.

the guard watches you in silence.

you can feel her eyes on you, even through the mask.

you exhale shakily.

“why are you helping me?”

she doesn’t answer. just turns sharply on her heel and moves toward the door. before she leaves, she pauses, voice quieter this time.

“don’t talk too much. don’t stand out. please do anything you are assigned to do. don’t let them know you’re different.”

she’s gone, leaving you standing in that room, your heart pounding against your ribs.

you're alive.

you're a guard now.

somewhere out there, your daughter is still waiting for you.

three months earlier, before the games, you were on guard duty

you step outside into the cold air, your breath visible in the dim glow of the parking lot lamps.

the weight of your uniform feels heavier tonight, the exhaustion settling deep in your bones.

across the lot, in the same familiar spot, you see it..

an old van, the windows slightly fogged up from the cold.

inside, no-eul sleeps, curled up in the driver’s seat with a thin blanket draped over her.

she looks exhausted, her face relaxed in sleep but shadowed with worry.

technically, you should tell her to leave.

she’s not supposed to be here, not supposed to sleep in the lot overnight.

rules are rules.

you don’t. you never do. you will never tell the woman to leave.

instead, you make slow rounds near the van, pretending to do your job while keeping an eye on her.

making sure no one else bothers her. making sure she stays safe.

you don’t know much about her, only that life hasn’t been kind to her.

you’ve heard rumors—people whisper about how she lost everything, her own daughter back in north korea, how she keeps showing up at the amusement park where she used to work, as if hoping things will magically go back to normal.

you don’t ask questions. you just watch.

when she stirs in her sleep, shifting slightly, you step back into the shadows so she doesn’t see you.

however... no-eul knows.

in the mornings, when she wakes up and finds no ticket on her windshield, no security shoving her away, she knows you were there.

she knows you were on shift instead of that other man.

she knows because she’s seen you before...

no-eul has seen you at the amusement park, running toward your crying daughter, pulling her into your arms after she got lost.

no-eul remembers crouching down, wiping your daughter’s tears, telling her everything would be okay whenever your daughter lost you.

your daughter trusted her. and somehow, that trust extended to you, even without words.

so she never thanks you. never acknowledges it outright.

some nights, before she falls asleep, she glances toward the shadows where she knows you’re standing.

you stand there a little longer, just to be sure she’s okay.

what you don’t know is that months later, when it’s you lying in that blue room, wounded and helpless, that she will be the one standing guard over you.

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ikalyyy · 18 days ago

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˖ ֹ੭୧ No-eul's weapon ⊹ ࣪

Guard! Kang No-eul x fem player! reader

Warnings: Use of weapons in sex, dirty talk, derogatory nicknames

Author's note: This is my first time writing lesbian smut, I apologize for any mistakes. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

words: +1.7k

You looked up, your eyes clouded enough to focus. Strings of saliva were coming out of your mouth, your body was glued to the sink, you could see your breasts bouncing, the mirror in front of you giving you a small view of your dire situation.

“Shut up, kitty” the strange voice murmured in your ear before his kisses trailed down your slender neck, sucking and biting.

“Ugh~” you leaned your head back against the counter, barely able to hold yourself up.

“They’re barely my fingers, thing” his mocking voice filled your ears.

Running into your ex-girlfriend at those death games hadn’t been the best thing. Especially not when she was a guard and you were a player.

"Hey..." you knocked on the door, standing on your toes to look through the small window. "I want to go to the bathroom," you asked, waiting for the kind guards to open it.

At first they made you wait, until a triangle guard opened the door. "Thank you! You are very kind, triangle!" You smiled and ran to the bathroom. You really didn't want to pee, you wanted to wash your face, you felt the dirt on your skin.

"Take off your clothes." The triangle guard's voice made you turn around, confused.

"S-sorry?" You thought that maybe it had been all a confusion and that you had heard wrong.

"I asked you to take off your clothes, princess."

You saw that she began to take off his mask and what was covering his face, you found that beautiful face that you once covered with kisses.

"Kang No-eul?" You gasped. "Is that you?" You still didn't believe it, especially not when she had abandoned you and when you looked for her it seemed that the earth had swallowed her.

"I gave you an order" her voice you felt on your face, her breath, her warmth... everything was familiar, but strange at some point.

"I won't take anything away" you said, crossing your arms "Not until you explain to me why... why you left me..." you looked down, your eyes felt wet, you wanted to cry on her chest like you did so many times.

"I don't have to give you explanations" she murmured, her gloved hand went up to your chin, squeezing and making you look at her.

"You're selfish, you never stopped being so and-" your back was hit against the sink, you complained a little, feeling the pressure.

"I needed to look for my daughter" No-eul said, always so direct, without any extra words.

"I could have helped you, I got into debt for you!" you pushed her, feeling your cheeks hot from tears "I looked for money under the rocks to give it to you and you'll find your daughter!" Your chest felt crushed "I was never an impediment in your life No-eul" when she left, there were so many doubts and few answers.

"Little one..." she spoke, wanting to shut your mouth with kisses "I left because the impediment in your life was me" her sincerity made you look up, you met her eyes "I still live in my car, everything I earn goes to pay to find my daughter.

I have nothing to offer you "Even if you wanted to hit her, all you did was join her lips in a needy kiss, in a hot kiss.

Her hands went up your hips and reached your ass, she lifted you onto the counter, lowering her mouth to your neck, you sighed, a mix between crying and moans of pleasure.

Her knee went between your legs, caressing your intimate part, you squeezed her suit, her roughness at the time of sex was always positive for you.

"K-kiss me" you asked with teary eyes, No-eul didn't hesitate for a second before cupping your face and running her tongue over your lips, she was always a fan of using a lot, a lot of tongue during her kisses.

"So delicious..." she murmured as she stuck her tongue in your mouth, you began to suck on it, making a lot of dirty sounds. No-eul moaned and squeezed your hair, moving your head back and forth, so that you would suck on her tongue, just the way she liked it. No-eul's hands went down to your breasts, making small circles just above your nipples.

She quickly took off your green jacket and shirt, your bra was white and had a delicate bow in the center, her hands continued to caress your breasts, squeezing them to her liking. If she had to choose your breast or your pussy, she would definitely rather die than choose one, so when she lowered her face to be between your legs, all you did was squeeze her hair.

She took absolutely everything from you, her nose caressing your clit, making you let out a high pitched squeal.

"Shut up princess" she growled, even though she loved your moans, she knew it was dangerous.

"I-I can't" you muttered as she began to eat your pussy, your feet clenching as you let out another high pitched squeal. No-eul gave you a small slap on the breasts.

"If you don't shut up, the next one is going to be on your pretty little face, doll" she threatened, you covered your mouth, but when her tongue began to play with your pussy deeper and wetter you couldn't help it and you squealed.

"I-I'm sorry" you muttered, but when she stood up, she made you look at her before she slapped you hard across the face.

Maybe the need or the time without sex had made you more sensitive than before, because that simple slap was enough to make you cum, wetting No-eul's outfit.

"Stupid princess," she murmured against your neck. She pulled you to your feet and forced you to lean against the sink, tilting your ass up and forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror.

Without warning, she stuck two of her fingers inside your pussy, moving them aggressively, not waiting for you to get used to the feeling.

Maybe she thought you were with other women after she left.

“Shut up, kitty” the strange voice murmured in your ear before his kisses trailed down your slender neck, sucking and biting.

“Ugh~” you leaned your head back against the counter, barely able to hold yourself up.

“They’re barely my fingers, thing” his mocking voice filled your ears.

"No-eul!" you screamed, unable to help it, her fingers touched 'that' spot on your body.

"Ah, so disobedient" her hands pulled your hair, making your head snap back "Someone needs a lesson for being a loud princess" without warning, she grabbed her smallest weapon, a simple pistol that they gave them for anything.

"W-what are you going to do?" you looked at her in fear.

"Make you stay quiet" with your head back, No-eul began to put the barrel of her gun in your mouth, making you gag "How many cocks have you sucked, you little slut?" she asked in your ear.

You shook your head with tears in your eyes, she began to put the barrel in and out of your mouth, when your lips were sufficiently wrapped in the gun, she continued to move her fingers inside you.

"Suck it good, baby doll" she said "'cause I'm gonna stick it in this wet pussy" she smiled before spitting on your face, the saliva running down your face. At this point you were barely aware of what was happening, her saliva running down your face made you clench your legs together.

After a while, she pulled the wet gun out of your mouth, with a perverted smile, No-eul took off her suit.

"Have you missed my pussy, baby?" She asked, caressing your face.

"Y-yes" you squealed, looking at her needily "I want your pussy in my mouth" you begged making her giggle.

Once her underwear was off, she laid down on the floor, placed your hips on top of her, before pushing your face in between her legs.

"I want you to suck me good, okay?" No-eul said, you nodded without hesitation, she gave your pussy a hard smack "Words, sweetie"

"Yes, I promise" you smiled before you started sucking her, you were sure it was heaven in hell, her taste was so familiar in your mouth, you sucked hard, rolling your eyes as you ran your tongue all over it, making a wet mess.

The cold in your pussy made you jump, the barrel of the gun slowly entering, you felt a slight pain.

"You'll take it like my good little girl, right sweetie?" she said with a smile.

"Yes... I'll be a good little girl" you affirmed before going back to your ex's pussy and sucking with fervor.

You slowly felt the barrel of the gun enter and exit your pussy, you hid the color that soon turned to pleasure as No-eul began to caress the right parts of your body, you felt your stomach tighten. Your legs contracted in pleasure and you began to ride the gun, trying with all your might to divide the same attention between No-eul's pussy and riding the gun.

"My stupid princess, she can't concentrate like she should..." No-eul mocked before caressing your breasts. She pulled away before forcing you to climb onto the sink again, now your back leaning against the mirror. Without saying anything she began to shove the gun into your pussy, her movements quick as her mouth went straight to your breasts.

No-eul's tongue sucked on your nipples, her fingers circling and caressing them harder and harder. You were a mess of moans, sweat and saliva, the wetness of your pussy spreading all over the surface.

"You'd look so pretty with tits full of milk~" No-eul's voice snapped you out of your thoughts "I'd suck you all night, every day" she sucked you hard, as if she were going to milk your breasts.

"I-I'm gonna cum" you warned and she pulled out the gun with phenomenal speed, her mouth got close to your pussy and she started playing with your clit, sucking and biting your parts, finally you came in her mouth, your eyes rolled and your back arched majestically.

"Get dressed" No-eul's voice brought you back to reality, without strength in your legs you started to put on your clothes, she got dressed so fast that when you were barely putting on your pants she was already about to put on the mask "The next time I see you laughing with player 380, your punishment will be worse"

And she left, she came out with the mask on and the gun in her hands. You finished getting dressed, almost dragging your legs until you reached your bed.

You fell asleep with a big smile, even more knowing that No-eul had taken your panties hidden in her suit. Maybe for her amusement later.

okay, this is my first time writing this so I hope you like it and I apologize for any spelling, grammar or pronoun mistakes hehe ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

con mucho amor y azúcar, ika (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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thisfeelslike-iykyk · 23 days ago

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squid game season three, on netflix june 27

I’m so excited. from @squidgameupdate january 30 instagram update

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favorite-characters · 27 days ago

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𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕕 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖

Park Gyu-Young as 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨-𝐄𝐮𝐥 (sh. Hwang Dong-Hyuk / S02 / 2024)

#squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game icons #squid game edit #kang no eul #kang noeul #park gyu young #netflix #2024 #no eul squid game #hwang dong hyuk

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daz-zey · 3 days ago

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I need to talk about where Gi-hun and No-eul literally had a scene together.

That literally stuck with me even though we didn’t know she was going to be a guard. I was like wait damn minute… THEY WALKED BY EACH OTHERR!

I noticed Gi-hun was hiding his face with his hat, pushing it down and avoiding No-eul’s gaze. (I wonder why)

Then I found this

TikTok: luvxgyu

#squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game season 3 #seong gi hun #seong gi hun squid game #gi hun #gi hun squid game #player 456 #456 #no eul squid game #kang no eul #triangle guard #brainrot #the brainrot is real #thoughts #theory #idk #what do you guys think?#underrated

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kangnoeulswife · 5 days ago

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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐲

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐮𝐥 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇᴅ Kᴀɴɢ Nᴏᴇᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ. Aᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ, Tʜᴀɴᴏs ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ. Nᴏᴇᴜʟ sᴇᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴄᴘʜᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ.

2.3𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨)

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :)

The blasting music roaring an unfamiliar tune. The vibrant lights flickering from colour to colour. The strong smell of different perfumes mixing with the sour stench of alcohol that lingered in the air. You wanted 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 more than to go home.

"𝗛𝗲𝘆𝘆 𝗬/𝗡, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂!" your friend exclaims eagerly, gently nudging your shoulder. You glance over and sure enough, there's someone staring intensly at you. Even from a mile away you would be able to recognise who it was - Thanos. Well, that's not his real name but that's what he desired to be called, just like the marvel character. It's also why he dyed his hair purple and painted his nails identical to the colours of the inifinity stones. He was dedicated. He winked weirdly at you and you 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 you were drunk. Your friends, however, thought it was 'the cutest thing ever!' and began squealing uncontrollably.

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Thanos was a rapper. Well, a wannabe one at least. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he was 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 rapping. And it was terrible even though all the girls thought it was the greatest piece of music to ever bless their ears. One time, you found a note squashed into your locker and there was no denying who wrote it:

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅

𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉,

𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆,

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

That may have been the worst thing you've ever read. His constant rapping (which he assumed was the sexiest thing ever) and winking got really annoying. What had you done so wrong to be targeted by him? Of course you weren't the first girl he pursued but you were the newest addition. Was this some sort of punishment.

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"𝗔𝗵𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲!", your other friend screeched excitedly. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗬/𝗡 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲!" Both of your friends cheered back and forth about how you guys would be the 'it couple.' Yeah no thanks! You would like 𝑖𝑡 to stop.

You began searching the room to try take your mind of this uncomfortable situation. Or maybe look for an escape route, who knows! Suddenly, you locked eyes with a tall girl who was clearly staring at you. Recognising her almost immediately as Kang No eul, the quiet, mysterious girl who sat at the back of your class. You've never spoken to her but you have to admit that you felt drawn to her. Her short, fluffy hair that you longed to touch, her dark eyes that you felt lost in, her plump, rosy lips you were curious to feel on yours, her---

Your friends estatic screams forced you out of your daydreams, spotting Thanos and his companion Namgyu approaching you, swinging his arms proudly as if trying to impress you. You were 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 but impressed. You were also pretty annoyed. This is the first time you had made eye contact with her and it was ruined. Did you like her? No...... well maybe just a little. One thing for certain is you 𝑑𝑜 like girls and 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 dislike men. But no one knew you were a lesbian. How could you tell them? Your friends were boy crazy and knowing how they would react was damn near impossible. And the last thing you wanted was to have no friends. So you just kept it hidden and pretended you liked guys. That however was way easier said than done for someone who definetely wants a girlfriend.

"𝗦𝗲ñ𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲," he smirked, crossing his arms in an attempt to look cool. What the fuck kind of flirting was this? Señorita? That's pretty ironic for someone who showed up to Spanish class maybe two times! You longed for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 to escape this uncomfortable situation. Namgyu began giggling, as if this was the most impressive scene he's ever witnessed. Yeah, he was definetely high. When wasn't he?

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There wasn't a word strong enough to describe Namgyu and Thanos. Annoying is an understatement. For starters they were always high, even during class and wouldn't give the poor teachers a break, always yapping about complete bullshit. Namgyu was also a dick, picking on anyone who even breathed too loudly near him. He hated everyone and treated people as if they were miles below him. Thanos on the other hand was in love with a new girl every week. Sometimes his relationships only lasted a day. But still, every girl desperately wanted him. Except for you.

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"𝗬/𝗡 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺!" your friend whispers, urging you to reply to him. She nudges you slightly and you sigh. This would be a 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 night. "𝗨𝗺 𝗵𝗶," you say, completely uninterested, not daring to look at him. You would probably burst out laughing from his serious face but childish words. "𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿," he demanded, putting his hand out for you to take. And it just got worse. Way worse. "𝗢𝗼𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘀' 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵? 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗲," Namgyu declared, patting his friend on the shoulder as a way to congratulate him. Im sorry, 'his bitch?' Ha, as if! Your friends, however, thought it was the best thing to ever happen you, shrieking and shaking your shoulder full of joy. You did not agree, feeling annoyed with this guys stupid remarks and overly confident attitude.

Scanning the room again, not randomly this time but with a purpose, you see her. Her face calmed the anger you felt slightly as she continued to look in your direcion. But her once calm look had changed into an intense glare, staring daggers into your soul. She was 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑. But at what? Fuck, did she like Thanos and was mad he was flirting with you? You felt your heart shatter inside your chest at the possibilty. I mean, you shouldn't be upset. Why would she like someone she's never spoken too? Why would she like 𝑦𝑜𝑢? She probably likes boys anways and you're not one.

"𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗲𝘀?" Namgyu begins, impatiently and irritated as he snaps his fingers in your face, "𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄!" He could be a real asshole at times. No, all the time. "𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹!!" your friend declares joyfully since you haven't spoken a word. Great, now your practically being dragged by Thanos over to a table as your unwillingly holding his hand. Your friends strike you an encouraging look while you show them a smile, the fakest one you've ever made. You were 𝑓𝑎𝑟 from happy.

Of course Thanos' little lap dog had to follow. Out of curiousity and concern for his friend one might say. You would say he's just a nosy asshole.

Sitting at that dimly lit table was awkward to say the least. Namgyu was yapping about some Min su that pissed him off (his cough irked him or some bullshit like that) while Thanos was intensely staring at you as if you were going to run away. Actually, you did think about escaping. Thanos kept bragging about how amazing of a rapper he was while 'proving it.' All he proved was your point - that he can't rap for shit. Like, at all. Honestly, a part of you was glad he preferred talking about himself all the time and left you no chance to mutter even a word. Namgyu was rambling away to himself about everything that pissed him off and you didn't bother him. You didn't want to engage in a conversation with them anyways.

All you could think about was No eul and that look on her face. But what could it mean? You've never seen a jealous expression on her face before. Ever. Thinking back, she always remained calm. You liked that mysterious, calm vibe she had. Ever since the first day she joined your class, you were smitten by her. She was just your type! Although, you never admitted to anyone how she made you feel, not even to yourself for a while. Until you couldn't hide the butterflies in your stomach everytime your gaze landed on her.

She was always alone. Your unsure why but no one wanted to talk to her. But 𝑦𝑜𝑢 did. Your friends ruined it every single time you mustered up the courage to speak to her though, declaring statements such as "Omg just leave her, she's alone for a reason. No need to be nice" or "I heard she's a real weirdo. Best not associate with her." So, you never ended up becoming her friend. Or anything more. No matter how hard you tried.

But today when she was staring right at you, your heart felt like it was about to burst right out of your chest. Your fidgety hands couldn't hide your nervousness and it was as if you were the only ones here. You wished you were. Maybe you would have found the courage to approach her if Thanos didn't show up and ruin the vibe. But maybe it was for the best. Maybe Thanos is who she really desires, jealous that he was with you. You couldn't erase her pissed off look from your mind, wishing it wasn't aimed at you, but having a bad feeling it was.

You excused yourself to the bathroom after a 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 long time of feeling uncomfortable and also to try shake your disheartened feelings. Your just thankful Thanos didn't follow you into the bathroom. He seemed like he would be clingy enough to.

Splashing water onto your burning face, staring into the mirror, you felt like crying. Because of 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. Having to act happy sitting with this annoying guy just so your friends don't find out you like girls, not being able to approach who you 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 like, all of it! Keeping it all bottled up inside gets exhausting after a while and you couldn't hold it in any longer. You just burst out crying in this empty room, tears streaming down your cheeks rapidly as you fall to your knees, clutching the sink as your knuckles turn white. You couldn't control your built up emotions that longed to be set free.

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I seen her. Y/N. 𝑀𝑦 Y/N. With that purple haired asshole. I felt my blood boil everytime he looked at her, got closer to her, held her hand. Maybe I'm being unreasonable. Maybe I'm the crazy one. But I liked her. Alot. The way her light hair framed her face perfectly, her soft features, the way she bit her glossy lips slightly any time she was nervous. She was sweet, always helping others. I noticed her attempts to approach me, despite being held back by her friends. I saw her efforts, bringing a warm feeling to my chest. She didn't think of me like some sort of monster. She was 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡.

It hurt being alone. More than I would like to admit. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but one I hated. But she changed me, even if she didn't realise. The glances she threw over her shoulder when she thought I wasn't looking brought joy to my boring and lonely life. I longed to talk to her. To say anything. But I never had the courage.

But Thanos and his stupid little minion had to ruin everything. Had to take her away from me. Maybe I was delusional. Why would she give me a chance? I'm a 'weirdo' and plus, I'm a girl. All I could do was sit back and watch, my heart shattering with every passing second. I could feel my fists clench as jealousy rose within me. I wish I had the courage to punch him, tell him to get his fucking hands of her and hold her close to me. But I can only wish, can only dream of such a moment.

She left for the bathroom and something within me snapped. I don't know where my new found bravery appeared from, maybe from the thought of her returning to his table while all I could do was watch helplessly. The thought of them flirting, getting closer, kissin-- No. Wasn't going to happen. And with that, as if my legs had a mind of their own, I followed her, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't going to let him take her from me.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

The doors swung open, drawing your attention suddenly.

No eul.

She stood there, gazing down at you like you were the only person in the world. Fuck, she looked so pretty while you were a sobbing mess on the floor. She tip toed over, kneeling down in front of you. Without saying a word, she gently wiped your tears with her thumb, caressing your cheeks softly. Your heartbeat sped up with each passing second as you melted into her touch, her cold hands contrasting with your warm skin. It felt nice. You didn't want this moment to end. You wished time would stop, allowing you to stay here with her forever.

She suddenly broke the silence that lingered between you, not taking her eyes of you. "𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗸?" she asked softly, moving her hand down towards yours to hold it. You froze, your cheeks on fire as your heart pulses rapidly. "𝗬-𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗜'𝗺 𝗼𝗸," you manage to stutter, sounding shyer than you intended.

"𝗜𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻," she asked, gritting her teeth. You felt her grip on your hand tighten and this confirms the horrid thoughts that occupied your mind - she likes ℎ𝑖𝑚. You feel you heart break piece by piece, feeling your emotions flood through your body. "𝗡𝗼, 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁," you begin, barely above a whisper as you hold back tears, "𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘂𝗽, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁." The words felt heavy as they left your mouth, wishing you could dash away and be alone, unable to bear the pain any longer. Fuck, what happened to not liking her that much?

Silence. She stared at you in confusion before letting out a small chuckle. What was so funny? Did she finally figure out you like her and was making fun of you? Or maybe---

It all happened so quickly. One minute, your thoughts were eating you alive and the next, she leaned in slowly and kissed 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Your mind went blank as she felt her plump lips meet yours softly. A shiver ran down your spine, her warm breath mixing with yours as everything else began to fade away. The overly loud party, the uncomfortable encounter with Thanos and Namgyu, all of it. Nothing else mattered anymore. She chose 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

The kiss between you deepened, her hands continuing to cup your face gently as your arms found her neck, wrapping around her lightly. No amount of words could convey how you felt, the tension rising rapidly between you. The kiss you shared spoke enough for itself, the unspoken confessions neither of you dared to express unfolding and both of you knew. You wanted each other. 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 each other.

No eul pulled away slightly, forehead resting on yours as she gently caressed your cheeks. You played with her soft hair, your fingers delicately brushing through the smooth strands. She smiled tenderly, accepting your touch. She had waited long enough. Likewise, you had too.

"𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗬/𝗡, 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂." Warmth flooded through your chest as she spoke the words you had always longed to hear. This was everything you wanted.

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

OKK I had to write something about her because I love her so much and I'll be doing a part 2 to this as well!

The title is based of the Twice song 'Strategy' (STAN TWICE)

Thanks for reading 🫶🏻

#kangnoeulswife #kang no eul #kang noeul #kang no eul x reader #no eul x reader #no eul squid game #guard 011 #wlw #wlw fanfic #squid game #squid game fanfic #squid game x reader #thanos squid game #namgyu squid game

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my-prompt-dump · 22 days ago

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No hate but if they get together before inho and junho resolve their angsty sibling thing, i would kms (overdramatic).

I get shipping the two kinda same age characs (inhun, sanghun, or whatever) but I would cry if they made a romance to them when we've been doing this whole show with 0 romances.

English aint my first language but I hope you guys can understand what im saying lmao

Giving Junho a love interest in the heat of the moment would be shitty as hell when we all know the guy's main focus is getting to his brother.

#squid games #squid game #hwang brothers #hwang junho #no eul squid game

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itsnesss · 4 days ago

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i really, REALLY like your p!link posts. mind more of them for squid game characters? especially dae-ho..

— squid game p!links

warnings | 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. you must be logged twitter for the links open!!

includes | hwang jun-ho, the salesman, dae-ho, thanos, nam-gyu, se-mi, kang no-eul (guard 011)

HWANG JUN-HO

ride it like a horse

doggy position

he need you

you love his big penis

a delicious finger

THE SALESMAN

he tortures you tied up until he lets you

he needs to be fed

touching each other

daddy always says just the tip

if I get needy he pleases me, no matter the place

tastes like a lollipop completely full of saliva

DAE-HO

size kink

cum on your tits

faster please

sex in the car

he can only rub himself with your feet

THANOS

he fucks you hard and cums in your face

by mouth and back, threesome with nam-gyu

let's do it on the ground

he likes to watch you after sex

NAM-GYU

love your cute nipples

masturbation with your tits

you deserve to get your tits sucked after all this stress

SE-MI

let me sit on your face and suffocate you

spread your legs for mommy's cock

you need her tongue urgently

loves the sound of your moans as you rub against her

pussy eating + anal plug + mirror

KANG NO-EUL

rubbing is the best

let mommy eat you

squirting on her boobs

love your body

anal fingering

#squid game #namgyu p links #p links squid game #thanos p links #p links #thanos twitter links #twitter links #thanos squid game #hwang junho #hwang jun ho #nam gyu squid game #the salesman #the salesman squid game #se mi p links #se mi squid game #no eul squid game #dae ho squid game #kang daeho

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k1mbe3rly · 20 days ago

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NSFW ALPHABET WITH NOEULLLL 🙏🙏🙏

No-eul NSFW headcannons

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s very gentle after she just fucked you like she hated you real bad, she calms you down from your high and softly strokes your hair, gives you water

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite body part about you is your hands, she likes them a lot, she loves holding them or the way you playing with her hair, she also loves to hold your hand when she’s fucking you

Her favorite body part about herself is her fingers, she’s very skilled with them because she used to use guns, her fingers are pretty long so she likes when she fingers you, curving into your g spot

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

she makes you cum on her strap, and she also loves it when you cum in her mouth

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

her dirty secret is wanting to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s experienced but not really, overall she knows what she’s doing when it comes to pleasing you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

her favorite position is doggystyle. she just loves the way her strap disappears inside of you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If she’s not goofy out of sex she’s not goofy in sex. She does NOTT play

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She doesn’t really care that much but she does shave every now and then

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She very into the moment and sometimes would whisper praising things into your ear

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

no comment, she doesn’t finger herself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

spanking, degrading, overstimulation, edging, praising

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere in the house

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you wear short skirts or shorts, and also the way you think you can give attitude

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

gun play or any weapon play

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

she mainly gives you pleasure mostly but sometimes she would like to receive it when she’s stress

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh she is ROUGH, till the point where the skin slapping sounds violent, she likes to take her anger/stress out on you which causes rough sex, she does go gentle rarely or when you beg for her to go gentle and it seems like you really need it slowly

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

her favorite thing, she loves the way you try to stay quiet when she fingers you really roughly

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

she’s into risk but not anything too risky

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

she can last many rounds but mostly 4-5 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

vibrator, strap on, and dildos

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

she teases a lot but only when your acting like a brat

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

low moans and groans and raspy growls

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

she fucks you when you wear her clothes

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

the strap on it 7 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s not high but it’s now low, medium

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

when she’s done taking care of you or sometimes she doesn’t go to sleep

#squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #squid game s2 #squid game smut #squid game fic #squid game fanfic #lesbian #wlw #no eul x reader #kang no eul smut #kang no eul #no eul #no eul squid game #guard 011

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legallyfem · 15 days ago

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redoing the poll because i messed the date

i’m gonna let this simmer over the night and see how this goes!!!!!!

#squid game #nam gyu #player 124 #squid game 2 #nam gyu x reader #se mi squid game #squid game season 2 #nam gyu squid game #namgyu #jae won roh #no eul x reader #no eul squid game #se mi smut #lesbian #gay tumblr

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meadowfics · 12 days ago

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defector

kang no-eul x northkorean!f!reader

where you do not see your best friend for years until you suffer six-days of torture and trauma

warnings: history and trauma due to defecting from the north, ptsd, homoerotic friendship, squid game canon death, reader is player 077

you and no-eul had been inseparable for as long as you could remember.

your lives were intertwined in a way that neither of you could put into words.

it was deeper than friendship, heavier than companionship.

maybe even love.

love like that wasn’t something you understood, not in north hamgyong.

not in north korea.

you spent every day together. sometimes twice.

sometimes, if your mother let you, you stayed over at her house, pressed close under the thin blankets to keep warm.

in those moments, you felt safer than anywhere else in the world.

your first kiss happened in the dead of night, when the power had gone out across the village.

no-eul had been staring at you, her long fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeve, whispering something about how cold it was. and then, for reasons you still don’t understand, you leaned in.

she didn’t pull away.

she let you kiss her, let it linger, let her hands slide up to cradle your face as if she’d been waiting for it her whole life.

neither of you spoke about it after.

however, the inevitable is that something had changed between you, something you both recognized but never named.

its 2010.. and the day your father was taken, you knew life as you knew it was over.

you didn’t understand why. no one told you anything.

your mother only gripped your wrist too tight, pulling you into the house, whispering in a voice you had never heard before..

low, desperate, fearful.

“they will come for us next,”

she said.

she is referring to the north korean police.

“we have to go.”

go where?

you had no idea.

within an hour, a man you had never met before was in your home, speaking in hushed tones with your mother. she handed him money...

so much money you had never seen it all in one place before.

“we leave in one hour,”

she said.

“go over and say goodbye to no-eul.”

the words hit you like a bullet.

one hour?

you couldn’t process it, but your body moved before your mind could, sprinting to no-eul’s house, heart pounding in your chest.

she opened the door before you even knocked, her face already etched with worry.

“what’s wrong?”

your voice caught in your throat.

“i have to leave.”

“leave?”

“here. korea.”

the silence that followed was suffocating.

no-eul's eyes widened, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

“they took my father,”

you whispered.

“my mother is paying a broker. we have to go before they come for us next.”

no-eul shook her head, stepping forward, her hands gripping your arms.

“no. no, you can’t. where will you go?”

“i don’t know,”

you admitted.

“but i have to go.”

her fingers dug into your skin.

“then take me with you.”

your chest ached.

“you know i can’t.”

she inhaled sharply, like the air had been punched out of her lungs. you saw it then

the fear in her eyes, the helplessness. the love.

“when will you come back?”

she asked.

you shook your head.

“i don’t think i ever will.”

the words shattered something between you.

she pulled you into her arms so tightly it hurt.

no-eul's hands pressed into your back, her face buried in your shoulder, her breath uneven against your neck.

“please don’t go,”

she whispered.

you squeezed your eyes shut.

“my mom says i don’t have a choice.”

for the first time since you had met her, no-eul started crying.

you had never seen her cry before.

she was always strong, always composed, always the one who held you together when the world felt like it was falling apart.

now, she was breaking, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

it was either leaving, or torture and death in those labor camps for you.

no-eul pulled back only enough to look at you, her hands cradling your face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

then, she kissed your forehead, lingering there, as if trying to memorize you.

“i love you,”

she whispered, so quietly that you almost thought you imagined it.

your breath hitched.

you wanted to say it back, wanted to scream it, wanted to stay.

there was no time.

you took a step back, feeling her fingers slip from yours.

one last look.

"I-love you too. just forget about me or that I have ever existed, okay?"

she stood there, framed in the doorway, her face streaked with tears, her arms wrapped around herself like she was holding herself together.

then you turned around and ran, knowing deep down you would never see her again.

fourteen years later.. sitting in the subway station, you swirl the last few strands of ramen in your cup before bringing them to your mouth.

the broth has cooled, but food is food.

your iced coffee sits beside you on the bench, condensation pooling against the plastic.

you shouldn’t have bought it, but it was a small luxury you allowed yourself.

the subway is mostly empty, just a few workers passing by.

the hum of an approaching train echoes through the tunnel.

a man sits down next to you.

at first, you don’t pay him any mind

until he turns slightly, facing you.

“excuse me,”

he says, voice smooth and practiced.

you glance at him. he’s too well-dressed for a place like this.

a perfectly pressed suit, hair neatly combed back, an unsettling smirk on his lips.

“do you like games?”

you furrow your brows.

“what?”

he pulls out a red and blue tile, flipping them effortlessly between his fingers.

“you ever played ddakji before?”

you eye the tiles.

a childhood game, something you haven’t thought about in years.

“yeah,”

you mutter.

“want to play?”

he grins.

“if you win, i’ll give you 100,000 won.”

your grip tightens around your chopsticks.

that’s more money than you’ve had in a bit of time.

“and if i lose?”

“then i get to slap you.”

your face twitches.

what kind of insane offer is that? but 100,000 won…

you sigh, setting your ramen cup aside.

“fine.”

he lays the blue tile down on the bench.

you take the red one and slam it down with all the force you can manage.

it barely moves.

he smirks.

before you can react, his hand swings, striking your cheek.

you flinch, touching your face.

“want to try again?”

again.

another loss.

another slap.

again.

your tile finally flips his over.

you barely register the sting on your cheek before you see the crisp 100,000 won note in his fingers.

he hands it to you like it’s nothing.

your hands tremble slightly as you take it.

“you’re pretty persistent,”

he says, amused.

you don’t respond, pressing the bill between your fingers.

this will last you a little while.

“here,”

he says, slipping something onto your knee.

a card.

you frown, picking it up.

a circle. a triangle. a square.

no writing, just a phone number on the back.

“i don’t need this,”

you mutter, pushing it toward him.

“this is more than enough.”

his expression doesn’t change.

“lim y/n,”

he says.

your stomach drops.

your fingers tighten around the card.

“how do you know my name?”

he tilts his head, eyes sharp despite his casual smile.

“born near the north hamgyong province in january 1995. you left north korea, entered china, and finally made it to south korea in january 2011. in fact, on your 17th birthday was when you were granted your freedoms. poetic, huh?”

you go rigid.

this man...who is he?

you’ve never told a soul about any of this.

“you’ve accumulated 100 million won in debt since being here,”

he continues.

“tough life but you already know that.”

your breath catches in your throat.

you stand abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor.

“who are you?”

your voice is hoarse, unsteady.

he leans back, hands resting on his knees.

“i’m just someone offering you a chance.”

your fingers curl around the black card.

this feels wrong.

dangerous.

what do you have left to lose?

“call the number if you want to play more games,”

he says, standing as well.

you hesitate.

your mind flashes to no-eul.

if she were here, would she tell you not to do it? would she grab your wrist, shake her head, beg you not to go?

no-eul is not here.

she is somewhere far away, in a place you cannot reach, and you are here, sitting in a subway station with an empty ramen cup and a future that is nothing but a dark void.

you look down at the card.

your hands shake.

you slip it into your pocket anyway.

the moment no-eul sees you through the scope of her rifle, its like her entire nervous system froze.

she has spent forever perfecting control.

now, staring through the black visor of her mask, she feels something she hasn’t in over a decade

shock.

is that her?

it feels impossible, like a ghost has stepped into her reality.

she hasn’t spoken your name in fourteen years.

hasn’t dared to let herself think about you, because every time she did, she would remember the night you left.

the night you cried in her arms.

the way your fingers trembled when you pulled away.

the way your eyes shined under the dim streetlights, filled with something you both never had the words to name.

she thought you had died on your journey in china.

she hoped you had lived.

she didn’t know which thought hurt more.

now...now you are standing there, on the cracked dirt of the playing field, dark circles under your eyes, exhaustion written into your features.

you look the same.

just older. more tired. more hollow.

what are you doing here?

no-eul's hands tighten around the rifle.

the realization is sinking in.

you’re a player.

you are wearing the green uniform.

player 077.

the number stamped across your chest.

no-eul is looking at you through the scope of a gun meant to kill you.

the first game begins.

red light.

she holds her breath.

green light.

you run.

red light.

you stop just in time, body stiff, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

she should be looking at everyone, scanning for movement, ensuring no one breaks the rules.

but her scope is locked onto you.

what happened to you, y/n?

how did you end up in the same hell she did?

she is happy that you are alive, but she cannot believe that fate would be so cruel as to bring you both to this place again...just in different roles.

you, a player.

her, a guard.

there is no way for you to recognize her.

she is just a masked figure, just another nameless, faceless enforcer of these brutal games.

she cannot speak to you.

cannot reach out.

cannot tell you that she is here.

does it matter?

you are not the same girl she once knew.

she is not the same girl you once loved.

still, she cannot help but wonder if you ever thought of her.

if you ever looked up at the sky and wished she had been able to come with you.

she forces herself to look away from the scope, to focus on the game.

if anyone realizes she is hesitating, watching you too closely, it could mean death for both of you.

however, she will watch over you.

she will keep track of you.

no matter what happens, she won’t let you die here.

no-eul tries to shut off her emotions, but it’s impossible.

she watches you even she tells herself it doesn’t matter.

it’s been fourteen years.

you are not the same girl she knew.

no-eul's grip tightens on the rifle.

what happened to you, y/n?

when the rebellion starts, all hell breaks loose.

gunfire. screams. chaos.

in the middle of it all,

it's you.

no-eul's training kicks in, but her heart is screaming.

she moves without thinking, following orders, playing her part.

until she has the barrel of her gun pointed at you.

your eyes widen.

you plead with her.

"please—please don’t shoot!"

"I-i will never do this again, I was pressured!"

your voice is desperate, raw.

you have no idea it’s her.

you try to see through the mask, your eyes narrowing, searching.

she wants you to shut up.

she is getting you out of here.

fast.

bang.

the shot rings out.

you fall.

the pain is instant, searing through your shoulder.

you collapse, gasping, your vision swimming.

blackness takes over.

when you wake, you’re in a coffin.

the black box with the pink bow.

are you dead?

no...not yet.

before you can process anything, gunshots rain out.

your heart pounds as you flinch, instinctively curling up to protect yourself...even if your shoulder burns like hell.

suddenly, the lid opens.

a triangle guard stands over you.

the same one who shot you.

a cold, robotic voice orders,

"stand up. take off your jacket."

you do.

beneath the fabric, your shoulder is bandaged.

what the fuck is going on?

around you...bodies, guards, all dead.

your stomach churns.

something big just happened.

the guard doesn’t wait for you to ask questions.

"follow me."

and you do.

outside.

your breath catches.

you are outside.

the night air is crisp, too real. too dangerous.

paranoia grips your chest.

"what are we doing? who are you?"

you ask, your voice hushed but urgent.

the guard turns to you.

reaches up.

removes the mask.

you flinch.

no.

no, your eyes are deceiving you.

the woman before you looks like no-eul.

but older.

fifteen years older.

your chest tightens, your breath shaky.

"it’s… it’s you."

no-eul.

she looks at you with sadness.

this can’t be real.

this isn’t real.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

you ask, voice breaking.

"how did you get out of north korea? when?"

your body moves before your mind can catch up.

you hug her.

she doesn’t hug you back.

that alone tells you everything has changed.

she gives you a brief answer.

"two years ago, through china."

your gaze drops to her suit.

"you're a guard?"

she nods.

then she says something that makes your heart stop.

"the higher-ups are paying a broker to get my daughter."

your daughter?

she has a daughter?

your stomach twists.

"you have a daughter?"

you whisper.

she nods again, her face unreadable.

"she’s two years old. she’s still back home."

your lips part, but no words come out.

fourteen years.

fourteen years, and you both changed.

she is no longer the girl who kissed your forehead the night you left.

you are strangers.

and you hate that realization.

you have no idea what to say next.

how are you supposed to explain the last fourteen years to her?

how are you supposed to explain the way you never stopped thinking about her, while you both try to escape from this hell?

the night stretches on, the air thick with tension as you and no-eul move cautiously through the trees, searching for a way out.

suddenly, the sun rises.

a soft, golden light spills over the island, casting long shadows across the ground.

your body is aching, exhausted, but there is no search for you.

no gunfire.

no sirens.

for a moment, you think you’ve made it.

then you hear footsteps.

a group of men spot you.

no-eul reacts instantly.

she raises her gun, body tensed, ready to fight.

you, on the other hand, are defenseless.

the man in front, dressed in all black, steps forward.

"who are you?"

no-eul demands, voice sharp.

the man doesn’t hesitate.

"who are you?"

no-eul grips her gun tighter.

",we’re with the korean police."

you exhale.

relief floods through you.

it’s not one of the higher-ups of these death games.

no-eul lets her guard down slightly, but her fingers are still stiff against the trigger.

the man in black orders his men to lower their weapons before stepping closer.

"where is the entrance to the games? we are trying to look for someone."

no-eul looks at you.

you shake your head.

you have no idea.

you and no-eul walked in silence throughout the night, trying to find a boat to leave.

you barely even remember how you got inside of the games in the first place.

the man sighs.

he seems frustrated, but after a moment, he motions for you both to follow him.

without much of a choice, you and no-eul silently decide to stick with him and his men.

as you walk through the island, you glance at him.

"what’s your name?"

you ask.

he doesn’t look at you when he answers.

"detective jun-ho."

you smile, trying to lighten the mood.

"nice name."

he doesn’t respond, but his focus remains ahead.

you, however, are more worried about no-eul.

she is still wearing that bright pink suit.

too obvious, too dangerous.

one of the men eyes the both of you and suddenly asks,

"do you two know each other?"

you almost open your mouth to answer, but no-eul speaks first.

"no, not really."

you freeze.

your chest tightens.

you don’t say anything, but it stings.

she’s not wrong, though.

you were only childhood friends who never had the chance to grow up together.

jun-ho ordered his men to let you guys go back onto the mainland, something that relieved you.

no-eul and you were free.

however, the silence between you both is heavy, too much left unsaid.

you don’t know what to do next.

where to go.

however, no-eul does.

"you need to stick with me for something,"

she says, voice firm.

you hesitate, confused.

"what? why?"

"just follow me."

and you do.

your exhaustion weighs on you, but you push forward, trailing behind her through the crowded streets of the city.

eventually, you stop in front of a hospital.

you blink.

"why are we here?"

no answer. just no-eul leading you through the halls.

you don’t understand until you step into the pediatric unit.

your stomach twists as you step into the room, finding yourself in front of a little girl.

she’s awake, small, fragile, sitting up in bed with wide, curious eyes.

no-eul stops.

then she kneels.

she hugs her

you watch in silence, your heart clenching at the way no-eul holds this child, how protective and tender she is.

"is this your daughter?"

you ask, your voice quiet, hesitant.

no-eul breaks the hug.

she turns back to you, shaking her head.

"no."

who is she, then?

you don’t press her for answers.

you don’t need to.

over time, it becomes clear.

no-eul has taken this little girl in.

she visits her every day.

she cares for her. she holds her.

na-yeon.

the little girl’s name is na-yeon.

she isn’t no-eul’s biological daughter, but it doesn’t matter.

no-eul is all she has.

somewhere along the way, you become part of that too.

without needing to say it, you and no-eul silently agree to stay together.

she moves into your apartment with na-yeon when the little girl is cleared to go home.

you let it happen. you want it to happen.

you cannot lose no-eul again.

with na-yeon... you take a liking to her faster than you expected.

she makes you soft.

she makes no-eul soft.

there is still so much to talk about.

so many missing pieces.

one night, as you both sit together in the dim light of the apartment, you finally ask—

"who was na-yeon's parents?"

no-eul hesitates.

then she tells you.

"player 246 was her dad."

your blood runs cold.

246 was the man who saved you during the mingle game.

the man who pushed you forward when you were too weak to stand.

the man who gave you hope when you had none.

he is dead.

he died in the rebellion.

your chest feels tight, a lump forming in your throat.

"he saved me,"

you whisper.

no-eul nods.

"i know."

the weight of it all is unbearable.

no-eul and you are still here.

there are still many, many things left to say.

however, you are content with having no-eul back and na-yeon in your life now.

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#kang no eul #squid game #squid game s2 #squid game fanfic #squid game season 2 #meadowfics #squid game x reader #squid game x y/n #guard 011 #squid game 2 #squid games #no eul squid game #no eul x reader #hwang jun ho #hwang jun ho x reader #hwang in ho

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