#player 218 x player 101

[namgyusbeastbaby]

guys i ship sang-su now im sorry its a canon event

[urno1luv]

squid game (s1) aespa x reader🫣?? ningning is the only sane member + gets a happy ending tho😭

(as for the asks, don't worry!! i saw them all and i'm working on posting them!!)

tags: saebyeok's murder mentioned (😔), yandere behaviour, drugging, noncon, sadism, suicide mentioned once (reader), audiz are written together

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KARINA and GISELLE, the VIPs

- flew over with giselle from japan just to watch this event, her perversion evident on her sharp features. she's definitely gonna have the time of her life

- her bets were placed on player 101, seeing how he was one of the most brutal players in the games, but giselle advised her to chose number 067 instead, citing her agility and her supposedly "callous" behaviour as a force to be reckoned with. aeri, after all, is one to listen to🙂‍↕️

- however, when both players have died and the only ones left are 456, 218, and you, 457, karina becomes pretty annoyed with giselle's guesses. "yah, uchinaga. we lost a million already, so choose a better player, don't make me lose more."

- luckily for rina, giselle already had her eyes on the cutest thing ever!!! your beautiful doe eyes glistening and filled with fear from player 218's sudden killing of your friend saebyeok. "hmm.... how about you bet on 456 and I bet on 457?" aeri suggests, smirking. "i feel like they might team up against 218, and the other VIPs are betting on him to win. let's divide our chances?" through a lot of coaxing, jimin agrees, her eyes following your every move.

- giselle and karina are pleasantly shocked once you suddenly use that brain of yours and successfully kill player 456 while he's occupied with the other player. with tears in your eyes, your knife enters his throat, giving him a quick death. though you cared about him very much, you couldn't afford to go against him in the next game when you were the finalists. rina tuts once you kill her pick, but it doesn't matter, bc the other VIPs now owe the girls their money since you won!!

- the guards escort you out of the arena, your legs weak with fatigue and guilt. aeri, however, has other plans for you ♡ "unnie, why don't we have some fun before we leave? think of it as a final parting gift!" jimin scoffs, but after thinking about it, why not?

- after being knocked out by gas during the ride in the lift, you wake up rather painfully, two slender but long fingers rammed into your cunt, pounding deep. you can't move your head to see who it is, but you feel woman's chest pressed against your back, her hot tongue on your neck, lips acting like a suction. your fingers twitch weakly, whimpering softly. your brain is too fried to realise that there's another woman sat beside you, smoking a cigarette, her deep voice ringing in your ears. "aeri, you made a good decision. she'll be pretty fun to play with," and she ended with small chuckle, hand snaking around your thigh. seems like you won't rest well tonight...

WINTER, the frontman

- she's by far the most evil, depraved, person out of all. her love for violence stems from an incident that happened when she was younger, in which her father got murdered before her eyes, and that changed her. it seemed as if her prayers were answered, bc he was not a good person to her at all. from then on, she grew up to believe violence was the answer, and violence was needed in order to get what she wanted

- she first saw you while watching players get their id photos taken, and your anxious and hesitant manner got her attention. what is this feeling she's experiencing right now...?

- her eyes gravitate towards you, even in a crowded room. minjeong feels a strange sense of protectiveness over you as you find a bed to sleep on, away from the others. her eyes gloss over with want as she obsessively watches you sleeping, chest rising up and down in your deep slumber. you must've cursed her because she stood in the security room all night, rooted to her spot. she's come to a conclusion, she has to have you.

- during the game where you had to take the marbles away from another player, using no force, you find yourself feeling sorry for the old man you were playing against. i mean, you only joined these games as a final resort, so if you die, it's what you would have wanted anyway. winter, on the other hand, was NOT going to let that happen.

- she orders the guard to not kill you, but after the game finished, bring you to her instead. her heart is pounding quickly, and her breathing has quickened. she would finally get what she wanted. a taste of you, your touch, your beautiful voice and your compassion for others, minjeong was ecstatic that she would have it ALL to herself..

NINGNING, □

- the detective who snuck in when she found out that her sister went missing. she killed a guard and took his clothing so she can investigate the place

- her plans quickly go to waste when she sees you while watching the cameras, your purity shining bright amongst the other players. she finds out that you came here to find the money to pay for your brother's university and for the massive debt you had, and ning makes it her mission to protect you <3

- quickly becomes hooked onto you, cooing as she sees you cowering from the guards whose guns point to your heads as you try to carve the designated shapes in the honeycomb cookies. she totally forgot her original mission, now she's here just for you

- once the night comes, she watches, in pain, as you scream and run from the mob who tries to kill as many players as they could, her fist shaking, fingernails drawing blood from her palm. she wishes she could help, but has to wait for orders from the head

- she decides that it's time for her to leave, but not without you. when the right time comes, she slips you a note, saying that she could help you escape, with the money, if you wanted. the two of you make a quick plan during your trips to the toilet, and you can't help but feel an immense gratitude for ningning. whatever would you do without her?

- once ning murders all the VIPs in cold blood, disgusting etched into her soft features, she quickly secures a suitcase containing millions of won. though it might not be the billions that were promised, it's better than nothing. she throws in some expensive items that the VIPs owned, and knocks twice on the room where the players stayed. successful in your joint mission, you both go through a secret pathway, and hop onto a boat that harboured nearby.

- fast forward to 2 years from now, ningning has won your love as well. after escaping to jeju island, she was surprised to see that you seemed to reciprocate her feelings, your plump lips landing on hers. not only has she secured a generation of money, but she also earned your affections <33

in case anyone wants the pictures, here they are!!!

ning is so baby here.. she cannot look intimidating for the life of her

[viviwah]

CHO SANG-WOO (PLAYER 218) - ONE NIGHT

warnings: f!reader, age difference (20s x 40s), fingering, unprotected sex (creampie)

a/n: sang woo is dangerously attractive, breathe if you agree!

As soon as the voting was finished, the square guard said his goodbyes, speaking on behalf of the other guards as well, the ones who were not allowed to speak for some odd reason. As the guard continued to speak, you tuned it all out, only focusing on leaving this hell hole and going home. What for though? Your life was shit and that’s the whole reason you ended up in a place like this. You, along with majority of the other players, had only made it through one game before deciding that these “games” weren’t your cup of tea at all.

Thanks to the handsome player who was numbered 218, if you remembered correctly, the opportunity to vote was given and the X’s won the vote 101 - 100.

“Ouch!”

You winced in pain as you felt your skin scrape against the concrete. Those stupid guards really had no compassion for others. You weren’t alone though and you realized this after hearing the groans of a man, one who didn’t sound too far away. You could hear the man moving closer, soon feeling the warmth of his body up against yours as his fingers softly grazed against your face and lifted the thin blindfold away from your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, they dropped down to the man who was now next to you with his wrists and ankles tied together just as yours were. He wasn’t wearing anything but underwear which made you look down at your own body which was covered in nothing but underwear as well.

“They really threw us outside naked..assholes.”

You scoffed as you thought to yourself before suddenly remembering what needed to be done. Your teeth pulled at the rope that tied the mans wrists together and the knot unraveled, freeing his hands. Once his hands were free, he removed the blindfold that covered his own eyes and undid the knot that tied his feet together. He didn’t waste any time and quickly untied the ropes that were tied around your wrists and ankles. Your head lifted and you made eye contact with the man who stood in front you.

Player 218

After he untied you, he hurriedly made his way towards the pile of belongings and you followed him behind him, hurriedly putting your clothes on. You grabbed your phone and tried to turn it on but unfortunately, it was dead. You let out a groan of frustration before turning your attention to the man, player 218, who stood just a few feet away from you.

“Sir, do you know where we are?”, you questioned, hoping for a good answer.

He turned his gaze up from his phone which seemed to be dead as well and eyed the buildings that surrounded the both of you, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did so.

“We’re near Ssangmun-Dong.”, he responded confidently.

“You live far from here?”, you questioned again.

“Not at all actually. What about you?”, he adjusted his glasses once again as he spoke, turning his gaze towards you.

“I live in Ansan.”, you responded, earning a light nod from him.

“What’s your name?”, you questioned for the third time.

“Sang-Woo. Cho Sang-Woo.”, he gave a simple reply.

“I’m (yourname)”, you smiled in his direction.

“I wouldn’t mind if you spent tonight at my place. It seems to be pretty late and I know your cellphone is dead.”, he paused, “I live about a ten minute walk away.”, he gave a faint smile as he explained.

You admired his kindness because there’s no way in HELL you’d ever offer your place to a stranger, especially one who was coming from a place like the one the two of you had just left. You bent slightly, bowing to him.

Surprisingly, you accepted his offer.

Hours had passed since you entered Sang-Woo’s home and those hours were full of laughter and good conversations.

Who knew bonding with a stranger would be so easy?

As the conversations began to die down, an awkward silence took over the room and the sexual tension between the two of you began to rise, that tension quickly became thick enough to be cut with a knife. You cleared your throat awkwardly and Sang-Woo turned in your direction, locking eyes with you. The eye contact that you both shared didn’t last for long since your eyes quickly trailed away from his eyes and down to his lips.

Was it wrong that you wanted to kiss him?

Better Question.

Was it wrong that you wanted to kiss a man who was old enough to be your father?

“If you want to kiss me just do it.”, he spoke calmly as he removed his glasses from his face, setting them down on the glass table that sat in front of the both of you.

“How’d you know I want to kiss you?”, you questioned, dumbfounded.

He gave no reply. Instead, he moved closer to where you were sitting and lifted your head with two fingers. Your eyes softened immediately once they met his. He leaned into you, tracing his soft lips up against your neck and that was more than enough to make your knees weak and your pussy leak. A soft gasp left your mouth as his lips pressed up against your neck, leaving faint kisses. It didn’t take long for him to pull away and once he did, you pulled him into a kiss, one that was deep and passionate. His hands traced up and down your clothed body before gripping your waist softly as the two of you melted under each other’s touch. His grip quickly tightened and he pulled you onto his lap. You smirked against his lips as you felt his cock growing hard underneath your warmth. You pulled away from the kiss, drawing a needy whine from him.

“Someone’s excited.”

You teased, referring to the boner confined in his pants. You then began rocking your hips back and forth lightly which only made him grow harder than he was before. His grip on your waist tightened once again as he lowered you down onto his clothed cock. You wanted him so bad. You needed him and the feeling was mutual. He pulled you in for another kiss and this time, the kiss was turned into a rough, sweaty, make out session. He pulled away, smirking as he grabbed onto your waist once again and lifted you as he stood up. He carried you like a groom would cary his bride as he made his way towards the bedroom. Once you were there, he threw you into the bed roughly and removed his shirt as quick as he could, throwing it without a care in the world. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching him from your position on the bed.

“Take those off.”, he commanded, voice deep and full of lust.

You simply complied with his command and removed your pants.

“Such a good girl..”, he mumbled underneath his breath and began rubbing your clit through your panties, eyeing you sensually as he did so.

It didn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess underneath his touch. Your lip slid between your teeth and you bit down, attempting to hold back any moans that dared to fall out. His movements suddenly stopped and your face quickly dropped into a frown.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it all out.”, he leaned towards you as he whispered, continuing his movements on your clit and using his other hand to unclasp your bra. He stopped once again, this time to pull your panties down. He let out a soft groan as he eyed your bare pussy that was now dripping wet for him.

“Should I put them inside of you?”, he questioned in a low voice that made you quiver as his hands traced along your thighs.

You nodded rapidly, back arching slightly as you did so, growing needy by the second.

“Use your words.”, he muttered angrily and lifted his hand, sending a harsh slap onto your bare thigh.

“Yes, please.”, you cooed, leaning your head back.

He smirked and ran his fingers along the slit of your pussy, slowly sliding his fingers inside of you.

“You’re so wet for me.”, he kissed your inner thighs as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

You gasped as his fingers grazed your cervix.

“Sang-Woo…”, you moaned as his palm came in contact with your aching clit due to his fingers being as deep as they possibly could be inside of you.

“Hm?”, he hummed quietly, watching as you squirmed underneath him.

“I’m going to..cum.”, you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“Cum for me, princess.”, he smirked before fastening his pace.

Your pussy gushed and tightened around his fingers as a result of his fastened pace. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you covered his fingers with your sweet, slick, juices. His fingers slowly slid slowly slid out of your pussy, and once they did he licked them clean.

“You taste so fucking good.”, he groaned.

Sang-Woo joined you in the bed and you watched as he unbuckled his belt and slid his boxers and pants off in one movement. His cock sprang up, hitting his lower abdomen and you almost drooled at the sight, watching as precum leaked from his tip. You didn’t waste any time and immediately straddled his hips while holding his cock in your hand and aligning it with your pussy that was still dripping wet and leaking juices from your previous orgasm. His hands grabbed onto your waist and he pushed you down, forcing himself inside of you. A loud gasp left your mouth as his cock filled you up and thrusted into you without giving you time to adjust to the size. His hands tightened around your waist as he bucked his hips up into you, thrusting at an inhumane pace. His head leaned back onto headboard as he groaned in pleasure. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support as you began bouncing up and down on his cock without a care for anything else in the world.

“You..feel so good inside of me.”, you breathed out, looking into his eyes as you spoke.

“And you feel so good around me, baby.”

His hands made their onto your hips, guiding you back and forth at a pace that was way slower than the one before. He leaned his head back as he let out a loud groan, one that didn’t sound like the ones he’d let out before. His grip on your hips tightened as his cock twitched inside of you, soon coating your walls with his cum.

Who knew all of this would happen in one night?

[luvsellie]

NO ROOM TO CARE [k. saebyeok]

pairing kang saebyeok x fem!reader

warnings mentions of blood

wc 2.7k

note i apologize for how long this is but to be fair it took me a whole week to complete bc of school

you felt like you were back in high school; sitting alone and pretending to be preoccupied by absolutely anything in order not to draw attention to yourself.

after the lady on the pa announced to form groups of ten, you had felt your stomach drop. you hadn’t made any accomplices since you had joined the games and that was for one simple reason; you didn’t want to come to care whether another person died or not. there was no room to care about another person, not when everyone in here had a price above their heads.

so, you sat diligently at the top of the staircase, eyes wandering the perimeter of the room. sighing, you ran a hand through your hair, annoyed by the situation.

you had soon learned quickly that no one wanted girls on their team. player 101, whose name you learned was deoksu, and his band of goons practically growled at anyone who they didn’t recruit themselves, and you began to hope that if you did find a group to be a part of, you weren’t going against his.

looking down, you picked at your nails, counting your fingers over and over again just to pass the time. after a few minutes of wallowing in your own thoughts, another pair of dirtied white shoes stepped into view, making you look up at the owner of the shoes.

looking down, you picked at your nails, counting your fingers over and over again just to pass the time. after a few minutes of wallowing in your own thoughts, another pair of dirtied white shoes stepped into view, making you look up at the owner of the shoes.

number 67, who you recognized because of her little fight with deoksu, gazed down at you with nothing more than distaste. you raised your eyebrows, waiting for her to explain why she decided to approach you if she looked so disinterested.

when she stayed silent, you asked, “can i help you?”

her expression didn’t change as she spoke. “do you want to join our group for the third game?”

you pursed your lips, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at her. she didn’t seem to be joking. hell, she seemed like the girl to never joke at all. so, deciding you had nothing to lose, you nodded your head and stood.

“who brought you here?”

you turned to the man, number 218, and gestured to your right. even with one simple sentence, you felt unwelcomed in the group. “her.”

number 218 looked at 67. a look of frustration grew on his face as he said, “i told you that we’re only getting men.”

the statement made you scoff and look over at 67 with expectance for the second time in the span of five minutes. when she didn’t respond, again, you took it upon yourself to answer for her, looking back in the direction of 218. “things seem pretty tense over here. maybe i should go find another group.”

as you started to get up, the man next to you, player 456, held his arm out in front of you. “wait. just sit there.” he looked at 218 before continuing on. “we don’t even know what we’re going to play next.” he pointed at the clock ticking on the wall. “we don’t have much time either. let’s just find one more person and make it ten, alright?”

“who would volunteer to join this weak team? once everyone finds a group, we’ll end up with someone left out.” 218 countered, his voice starting to rise.

you shrugged to no one in particular, answering his rhetorical question in your head. desperate people, that’s who.

“i didn’t get left out!” an annoyingly familiar voice said from over to your right. looking over your shoulder, you cringed when player 212 stood just behind you, her high-pitched voice making you want to rip your ears off. from the start of the games you wanted nothing to do with her.

luckily, though, she seemed to be ignoring you and 67 since she went on to say, “boys, i’ll give you a special chance to join me, yeah? you boys are very lucky today, my gosh.

but as she finished her sentence she crouched and shoved her way in between you and 456, making sure to push you with an unnecessary amount of elbow.

“i’d be much more useful than these scrawny girls,” she continued with an upturned nose. “on top of that, i’m good at everything except for the things i’m not.”

your eyebrows furrowed at the last part as she giggled beside you, her head bobbing up and down as she nodded enthusiastically to the men around her.

“the time for deciding teams is over,” the lady on the pa declared. “all teams, form a line at the entrance of the game hall.”

just as everyone started to move, player 456 stuck his hands out again, making everyone look over at him.

“wait,” he said, turning to 218. “we aren’t playing in this room?”

the large yellow doors slide apart, and all you could do was hold your breath as you waited to see what was on the other side. you hoped this game wouldn’t be brutal. and you had high hopes since the other two games had been relatively, what some might consider, “easy” games.

that hope vanished, though, as everyone was instructed to move forward. on an opposite-facing platform, two identical terraces faced each other, a guillotine of sorts in the middle, hanging from the ceiling. it was then that the game came to mind; tug-of-war.

fuck. you were surely going to die, and as you looked around you, your lips turned downward in a frown. fuck my life.

“welcome to the third game,” the square-masked guard said from the front of the groups. “you are going to be playing tug-of-war.”

as the people around you started to stir in their place, the guard moved on to explain the rules to those who were unsure of how to play, which, in this case, was everyone. “you will pull a rope on that tower to drop your opponents down below to win. now, i will draw lots to decide which teams will play first. everyone, please sit down.”

letting out a sigh, you sat. the spot from where you were, very last in the fourth row, allowed you to see everyone and everything. you took the time to size up the other teams, deciding which ones you’d want to go against and which ones you were threatened by.

“i will draw the lot for the team on the left tower,” the guard announced. the circle-masked guard to his left reached his hand in the box in front of him. after a second of stressful anticipation, he pulled retracted his hand, exposing the black ball with a yellow one on it. “team one, please stand up.”

everyone looked to their left, the air still with tension at the very thought of going against deoksu’s team. you could sense that whoever the unlucky team was, they were going to lose. you just hoped it wasn’t yours.

“next, i will draw the lot for the team on the right tower.”

the guard to his right mimicked his equal’s action, drawing out another black ball, this time with the number seven. your shoulders sagged with relief.

“team seven, please stand up,” the guard said.

to your right, team seven stood, and you cringed for them as they looked at one another with anxiousness. they seemed helpless.

“team one and seven will play first. team one and seven please enter the towers.”

as the two teams headed towards their respected towers, you couldn’t help but feel bad for team seven. they were going up against a group of strong, bulky men. team one was practically guaranteed the win. but it was better them than you.

after a few minutes, when the teams had made their way to the platforms, everyone started to fidget, watching the people on the towers attentively.

the guard with the square on his mask faced the two teams and pulled out a pistol. he raised it to the sky and pulled the trigger, and you watched as teams one and seven began to violently yank at the rope in their hands, the game starting.

you could hear team one shouting incoherent words as they worked backwards, beginning to drag team seven with them. and, as you had predicted, you watched with a mildly disgusted face as team seven was pulled all the way to the edge. they stumbled over their feet as they began to fall, clinging to the rope for dear life.

the guillotine’s blade then dropped, and your eyes followed the players as their bodies and their half of the rope fell far below. after a minute of silence, there was the sound of beeping, and you assumed it was the clean-up crew coming to package up the corpses now lying at the bottom of the pit.

“eliminated players are numbers 245, 120, 37, 408, 27, 237, 58, 243, 327, and 241,” the lady on the pa declared.

after the bodies had been taken care of, and a new rope was set into place, the same guard turned to face the remaining groups.

“i will now draw lots for the second round,” he said. the same cycle repeated itself, and you felt your breath hitch when you saw a bright yellow four on the black ball this time. “team four, please stand.”

gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you stood with the rest of your pathetic excuse for a team as the second number was announced.

“team five, please stand.”

the row of men beside you stood as well, and it was hard not to meet any of their eyes. you feared what you’d find in them if you did. your gut told you cockiness.

“team four and team five please enter the towers.”

you stared at the back of 67’s head as you and your team made way to the left tower. as you walked, team one passed by you all.

“what a shame. i wanted to kill you guys myself,” you heard deoksu say to no specific person.

frowning, you decided to look their way. you immediately locked eyes with the middle-aged man, who flicked his eyebrows upwards in a sad attempt to intimidate you as he passed. you just raised yours back in response, relaying a bored expression on your face, walking by him and his team.

as you all stepped into the elevator, you found a spot in the far corner and leaned against the yellow wall.

“don’t be so dispirited,” the old man, player 1 said. he caught the attention of everyone in the tiny box. “tug-of-war isn’t really about strength.”

rolling your eyes, you leaned back further against the wall, watching as everyone bristled at the old man’s words.

player 196 was the first one to question it. “then what? can we win by talking?”

“in tug-of-war, with a good strategy and good teamwork, you can win even if your team is weaker,” the old man said, unfazed by what 196 had said.

it was 144’s turn to jump in. “the only one who can save us now is the lord.”

you scoffed with a quick laugh, earning a sour look from the priest.

“you’re barely standing, old man. stop talking nonsense and save your strength,” player 196 said.

456 was quick to jump in, looking from 196 to the elder. “let’s just hear him out, okay?”

“i played my share of tug-of-war in my hometown when i was young, and i rarely ever lost,” the older man began. “even when there was a ssireum athlete on the other team, that put the odds very much against us.” he paused, taking a moment to look around at all of you. “listen closely, and i’ll tell you how i beat them back in my day.

first off, the leader is very important. that person is closest to the leader of the opposition, and the rest of the team looks at the back of their leader. if the leader seems weak or dispirited, then the game is already over. you’ve practically already lost.

then, at the end of the rope, you’ll need someone dependable, like the anchor of a ship...placing people is also important. place the rope in the middle, and people go on alternating sides. place your two feet straight forward, and stick the rope between your armpits. that way, you can put forward all of your strength.

and lastly, this is the most important thing. when the game starts, for the first ten seconds, you just have to hold out. you should practically lie down. push your lower abdomen up to the sky, and push your head back to the point you can see the groin of the person behind you. if you do that, the other team won’t be able to pull us to their side. hold out for just ten seconds like that. then the opposite team will get frustrated thinking, ‘why won’t they even budge?’ because they would have believed that they were much stronger. if you can hold out for that long, there will be a moment when the opponents’ rhythm breaks.”

the elevator was silent after the old man finished his long instruction.

“well then,” you started, making everyone turn towards you. “who’s gonna be our leader and anchor?”

the ceiling was a dark grey. your eyes followed the black vents lining the cement as you breathed heavily. how your team had just won tug-of-war, you had no idea. but what you were sure of, was the fact that you were alive. you had completed another game.

your hands stung as you balled them up, and you brought them up to your face and stared at the cuts on your palms. what game would it be if you didn’t walk out with more blood on you than you started with?

after the guards had unshackled you and the rest of your team, they led you to the elevator you had come up in. everyone was silent for the first few moments until player 244 dropped to the floor and began saying prayers under his breath. his sudden eagerness to praise the lord irritated you.

“hey,” you started, bending down to his level. “who are you praying to right now? to god? do you really think you’re alive because of him? you’re only still breathing and moving that tongue of yours because of that old man and the guy over there who came up with that last-minute save. so i suggest you stop thanking someone who isn’t real and start thanking the people who really saved your ass.”

player 244 opened his eyes and looked up at you with a scowl. “you poor lost sheep. can’t you hear the cries of those who were nailed to the cross today? we lived to see another day thanks to their blood and sacrifice. on behalf of all us sinners, i gave thanks to the lord’s decision of their sacrifice and said a prayer.”

“bullshit. you killed them yourself. you were part of the winning team; the team that dragged another ten people to their deaths,” you snapped. how could this guy be so persistent to praise someone who did nothing?

the priest ignored what you said and closed his eyes again, starting another round of prayers.

you clapped your hands together. “do we all go to heaven if we say a few prayers? well shit, then i have to say a few too.”

closing your eyes, you started to speak. “heavenly father, we worked very hard today to send a bunch of people to your side. please help us in sending more people to your side from now on-”

“be quiet.”

the command came from player 67.

you opened your eyes, dropping your arms to your side, and looked over at her, a hint of a smile on your face. “me? or that guy?”

“both of you,” she said, her head tilted back as she gazed upwards.

you looked at player 67. really looked at her as she continued to ignore your stare. her hair was stuck to the corners of her forehead, which was slick with sweat. but, even being worn out, you thought she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen. you didn’t know why you had just now noticed. and as you continued to watch her, elevator coming to a stop at the bottom of the tower, you realized maybe you had found someone who deserved to be cared about, even if she barely showed any interest in you.

[baestruly]

room to care

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❝𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸.❞

wc - 1.7k , saebyeok x fem!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - blood, knives, stabbing, angst(?), deok-su

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 ) - ENEMIES TO LOVERS ?

⤷ DURING THE chaotic night, you get cut with a players knife. as you try to fight the pain, someone who you didn't expect──noticed you were acting different.

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      YOUR SHAKEN FORM lay painfully on your back as the sharp stinging in your side felt like it was getting worse and worse with each minute. there was no way you were falling asleep, not only from the pain in your side but the anxiety in which chaos would break again.

the night prior when the lights went out, everyone went completely ballistic. fighting, punching, kicking, stabbing—to try and kill each other for cash. since everyone here was worth more dead than alive, there was no doubt trouble between each player would stay at ease.

you stayed near 456, 199, 218, and 001 to be hidden and to be in a crowded area with a few others so you could be hidden and that someone wouldn't see you as an easy kill.

at one point, 199 had noticed you close behind them even with the flashing lights and he immediately tapped the person beside him as he spun around and got ready to defend himself, also alerting the two others in the process. 001 had seemed to be gone.

you frantically explained to 199 that you weren't a threat and you weren't going to hurt them, and after a few consecutive flashes of bright light letting you see his face fully, he agreed to let you in their group.

not long after 067—who you really despised, came to join the four of you after. you didn't expect to see her again, and especially over a death game like this.

001, who was with the three earlier had been standing on the top bunk of a bunk bed, calling out to stop the madness, and thankfully as soon as he said that multiple guards burst into the room to stop it all.

during all of that, you were so quick to take into account how 067 was apparently with your group, and how she could and would kill you at that moment, also seeing the sharp glint in her eyes as she glared at you with her pocket knife clutched by her side.

number 101 unexpectedly had come up behind you and pushed you to the ground as well as the action of leaving your jacket and tee shirt under it to lift slightly, revealing your skin on your side. when you frantically started to get up, anxiety pumping through your veins—he slashed the cold blade of a small knife against your side near your rib cage.

you stay there, on the ground—trying to comprehend if that just happened as your body froze. it was like you were glued to the floor and even though you were panicking, you didn't make the effort to try to get up—and that's when it all hit.

a searing pain that felt like your flesh was burning where the man had dug the knife some-what deep into your skin, shot down your side. your heart pounded, you could hear it in your ears and it canceled all the yelling and screaming in the room with the flashing lights, not helping your now dazed and blurry vision—immediately making you feel light-headed as you sweat from the adrenaline.

as you fought to stay awake, a ringing sound faded in—which overpowered your fast heartbeat. all you remembered was getting a few kicks to the side before someone else rushed over to you and kneeled down to your level as you then laid effortlessly on the ground in pain.

──

though when you woke up, the lights were back on and you were still with the rest of your group. everything was the same, except for the few people who had gotten killed in the madness and the still piercing pain in your side.

and now you are here. laying useless as you didn't think at this moment—you could go on any longer. you told yourself you would try to hold off the pain through the next game but when you found out it was a tug of war those plans really changed. you wanted to do the best for your team and you needed to help because if they lost, you lost. even though you didn't think you could fight any longer, you didn't want to be one of those people who screws it up for everyone as they each needed the money for important reasons. even if they were complete bitches, like saebyeok—everyone needed the money.

once you won against the other team, you had been so relieved but by the end of the long day, tired and hurt—you've had enough.

you exhale heavily, and saebyeok who was a bunk across from you—turned her head and stared at you attentively but sharply, before furrowing her eyebrows and walking over to you.

head turned the other way, you didn't notice at first until you heard footsteps approaching and eventually stopping behind you. you quickly turn over but regret it from the quick action.

"f-" you cursed quietly, then met the gaze of a cold saebyeok standing before you.

"why the fuck are you over here?" you scowled in almost a whisper with a mixture of frustration but anger by her presence, still trying to keep your voice low in order not to wake the other players to cause chaos again.

"you've been acting different," she said flatly. was that a bad thing?—did she think you were setting up some crazy plan?

"how would you know how i originally act—?" you spat surprisingly but in an annoyed tone "—how would you know i've been acting differently if you apparently don't give a fuck about what i do."

to be fair, you had every right to think what you thought. why would she care.

the girl blinked and lowered her head. she hated herself for this and didn't know why—but she noticed herself being anxious when going onto every game. in addition to worrying about herself, she also worried about you. when she had finished cutting her cookie and showed it to the guard, she looked back at you as she was led out to see you shaking and not even halfway done. she had gone back to the big room, nervous if you would even come back. why would she want to see you again? you'd assume she'd never want to.

so at the moments, you were there, she would take quick gazes at you. sitting and watching you. it may have seemed like a threat if you noticed—how she was watching your every move like you were prey. but really she didn't mean any harm like you thought she always did.

though when she felt the fuzzy feeling in her stomach again, she quickly looked away.

"if you're hurt. you need to get help."

"who said I was hurt." you retorted, "besides, no one cares if you're hurt here saebyeok. are you delusional? have you not noticed we're participating in games where you die and the guards are helping whoever created this fucking thing. the players don't care, they want you dead because just you alone are worth more than 10,000 dollars. people were killing others last night because they don't care."

"I could kill you on the spot, right now and all that would happen is more money will fill up into that piggy bank. here, you're worth nothing but money."

"(Y/N). i know you're hurt, for fucks sake i watched you get cut with the knife." she retorted and her voice raised higher though was still cold, "—let alone helping you up when no one did. see, maybe not anyone here cares. but i do."

you didn't know what to say, but still stayed where you sat as you glared back at her. "if no one here is going to help you. i will."

saebyeok motions for you to follow her as you reluctantly get up. another burning sensation shoots down your side, and you wince with the sudden movement.

slowly following behind her, you walk across the sides of the room to prevent walking right through the middle and when you reach the big door, saebyeok hits her fist against it and soon enough a guard looks through the window. he opened the door slowly and saebyeok gave him a look before walking past him with you quickly behind her tracks.

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saebyeok grabbed a piece of toilet paper from out of one of the stalls and walked to the sink to which she soaked it with water. now standing in front of you, you stared flatly at her but nodded to show you could let her help you, weak to protest anyways. saebyeok nodded in affirmation and lifted your green jacket as well as the white shirt under it just to reveal the deep wound on your body. lightly, she dabbed the wet cloth over it which covered it all in dark crimson that was still dripping from the small but deep wound.

she quickly ran to the stall and threw the piece of toilet paper in the garbage and walked out with another one doing the same thing. each time the cold water came in contact with your already stinging wound, you hissed as it felt like the knife had stabbed you right then and there from the pressure.

"i don't think this is going to work." you winced, looking down to see blood still flowing out steadily. it wasn't as much as before so it helped quite a bit, despite not having the liquid you need for cleaning wounds that you buy at the store.

she just scoffed and once the blood wasn't completely dripping out, she said, "take off your jacket." and continued applying water to it to absorb the blood.

hesitantly, you took it off and she tied it around your waist to cover it up.

"i don't know if that will help much." she said sternly, "—but we don't have anything else."

now the two of you stand in silence, the tension building as you look longingly into her eyes.

you felt something different, not the strong feeling of anger and annoyance just by her presence, but a warm feeling on how she really did want to help you, and that she cared. maybe you felt like that all along, but now—it was your moment to realize.

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note !

ty for reading!

[fr-ogii]

lost your marbles

summary :: being paired up with the person you had grown to love, whether throughout the game or previously, in a game in which only one can survive

with :: kang sae-byeok (067), cho sangwoo (218), ali abdul (199), jang deok-su (101)

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

not too proud of this but now i can finally get it out of my drafts lol

⚠️ angst! ⚠️

kang sae-byeok (player 067)

⇢ she will treat this as just another game, with even worse stakes

⇢ she wants whoever wins to have earned it. both of you deserve to get out of this game, in her opinion.

cho sang-woo (player 218)

⇢ he’d been torn up but don’t think for a second he’ll sacrifice himself for you if he still thinks he has a possibility of winning

⇢ it doesn’t matter how long you have loved each other, he made up his mind the moment he heard the rules of the game

ali abdul (player 199)

⇢ he’d be so distraught you would have to help him play the game by talking him through it

⇢ he’d go along with your plan, if you have one. he’d sacrifice himself if that’s what you asked of him.

jang deok-su (player 101)

⇢ if you knew each other outside of the game, he would let you win

⇢ think of it as an apology for how he flirted with the other player. he wasn’t perfect, especially in being faithful, but he wanted to be. for you.

⇢ if you had only known each other since the beginning of the game, he’d snatch the marbles right out of your hand if that was allowed.

⇢ did you really think you were anything more than a pawn to him? he knew only one person was getting out since the very beginning. he wouldn’t allow himself to catch true feelings.

[swagatron9]

Forgotten

Parings: Sang-woo x reader, Gi-hun x reader

Warning: Tug-of-war, cussing, mention of death. Also slight poly relationship between the three of them.

The last people I expected to come across in these murderous games were two childhood friends, one of which was a businessman who attended a prestigious university. Still, when I did, it made me feel less terrified.

Sang-woo was more reserved compared to Gi-hun. That much was evident when Gi-hun broke out with a large smile as he pulled me in for a hug, and Sang-woo simply waved and turned around.

I couldn't lie and say that it didn't hurt when he greeted me like that after all those years of crushing on Sang-woo.

Sang-woo indeed was the husband-material in my eyes. He was intelligent, strong, handsome, and even respectable, or at least that was what he was like when we were younger.

Gi-hun wasn't perfect, but it didn't mean that he would be a bad husband. He, too, was respectable; I remember from when I was younger all the times he would spoil me, whether this was through gifts or food.

When Sang-woo left for business overseas, he rarely contacted me and wouldn't pick up often when I tried to reach out to him. This eventually led Gi-hun and I to slowly drift apart.

Even through all of this, nothing hurt me more than watching as Sang-woo and Gi-hun formed a team for tug-of-war and not being invited to join them.

I sat on my own as I stared in their direction and saw them walking around and finding people to join their created team. I listened as Sang-woo told them not to invite any more women to join the group but still allowed two more to join, even if it was against what he believed.

I would have been left without a group if it wasn't for player 101 approaching me with his group of men following behind him. I wanted to reject his offer. I knew he wasn't a good guy, and to be frank, I was terrified of him.

But as the timer went off, I was given no other opportunity to find another team.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sang-woo and Gi-hun's team staring over in my direction, but I shrugged it off.

We were team one, and we were the first to go up.

When I saw the rope that would determine whether or not we live or die, I was thankful that player 101 approached me with the chance of being on his tea; If not, I may have been dead after this round.

The rope burned my hands as I pulled with every bit of strength I had inside me, and as we fell to the ground as the rope was cut, I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh as the other team hit the ground.

I was alive another day, and as cruel as it may seem, I was glad those people died and not us.

I looked away as Sang-woo and Gi-hun's team walked past us along the path, tensing up as 101 spoke about how he wished to be the ones that pulled them off.

Right as I was about to return to my own bed when we entered the main room, I was pulled by 101. "You're on our team now; you stick with us." I didn't make any moves to go against him and allowed him to pull me with him.

"I see the way 218 and 456 look at you. It will be fun to make them jealous when they see us together, and besides, now that bitch won't bother me anymore." He mumbled to me as we walked over to the group that was sat down.

I felt as if I was prey when the group of intimidating men watched my every move. They even chuckled when they saw 101 sit beside me with his arm around my shoulders.

I pushed away the feeling of disgust at the touch of a man that I wasn't comfortable with being around by thinking about what he said before.

'The way Sang-woo and Gi-hun look at me?'

It wasn't long before the next winning team arrived, and I was glad to see that it was, in fact, Sang-woo and Gi-hun's team that made it back, but I couldn't dare look any of them in the eyes while I was stuck in this situation. "Jealousy is sweet." Player 101 chuckled.

I looked up at him to see he was staring over at the other team, and it was then I could see the look he was receiving from not only Sang-woo but Gi-hun too, but I didn't miss the death threat I was receiving from the woman 101 was previously hanging around.

I let out a shaky breath as I fiddled around with whatever I could find.

Chills ran through my body at the sight of the other team building a bunker to protect themselves from what I can only assume was the team I was stuck with; it made me wonder what would happen if I was left alone with this team.

"Come on."101 dragged me to the other side of the room, where he started up a conversation with Gi-hun.

"You're not worried at all?" Gi-hun asked. "Those scumbags you got on your side over there. They're people you trust?" When 101 turned around to look back at his team, it was then that I mouthed the words 'help me' to Gi-hun, hoping that he would. "Once the fighting starts to happen, you'd be the first person I'd go for. You're the strongest person here."

There was a slight feeling inside me that made me think that he wouldn't, he would just let me die at the hands of a mad man, but my spirits lifted when I heard his following words. "And leave Y/n alone; she doesn't need to be with a guy like you." 101 looked down at me before scoffing and shoving me forward, mumbling something about me being a bitch as he walked off.

Gi-hun moved some things out of the way to allow me to enter their bunker, and almost immediately, I received glares from most of the people here. "Thank you, Gi-hun." I bowed my head at him.

"I'm glad you're alright." He smiled softly.

"Why is she here? She'll just stab us in the back. After all, she's working with that jerk." 212 spat.

"Because she's our friend." Gi-hun defended. I held back my smile at his words, almost forgetting everything that happened until they were brought up again.

"If she's your so-called 'friend', why wasn't she on your team?" I looked down when she said those words, also wondering why I wasn't a part of their group.

"She's right. I should just go." I turned to crawl between the beds and leave but was stopped once again, but this time by Sang-woo.

"You weren't even invited to join our group; you placed yourself here and have done nothing but disrespect half the members. Y/n will be staying here, and if any of you have a problem, then you can leave." Sang-woo stood up as he spoke before sitting back down in his place.

Nothing more was exchanged between the group as everyone kept quiet.

Gi-hun led me over to where Sang-woo was and gestured for me to sit down in between the two of them. "You didn't answer her question," I mumbled to the both of them.

"What question?"

"Why I wasn't invited to join your group," I replied.

Sang-woo sighed. "I'm sorry when I saw you sitting on your own. I told Gi-hun to get you, but the time was already up, and 212 made herself at home with us, not to mention you had already found yourself another group." Sang-woo scoffed at the last part, causing me to frown.

"You don't get to act annoyed at the fact that I found another group. If it weren't for them, I would have been with one of the weaker groups that died today. If I was important to either of you, I would have been your first choice, but no. I watched as you both walked around and asked other people." As every second went by, I was starting to get more annoyed. "You left me once again."

"Forgive him, Y/n. He was just jealous seeing 101 with his arm around you, and I can't deny that I was too-"

"I can kind of understand Sang-woo not inviting me to join his team because that's just how he is, but out of the two of you, I would have thought you would," I said to Gi-hun. "You both just forgot I existed, and that's okay. I'm used to it." We sat in uncomfortable silence as we no longer spoke between each other.

"Excuse me, miss, I did not forget about you. I asked sirs if you could join, and it is true, they did say yes, but that mean woman joined instead." Player 199 spoke up from where he was sat beside Sang-woo.

"Great, so it wasn't even you guys that remembered me; it was a stranger. Thanks 199, I appreciate that." He smiled brightly as he slightly bowed down.

"My name is Ali, Ali Abdul. Miss I think I worded it wrong. They did remember before I asked, they were looking at you and whispering to each other. It was almost like they were in another world as they spoke because it took me a while to get their attention." Ali leaned closer to me, which meant leaning slightly over Sang-woo. "I think they both have a crush on you."

I froze in shock, not sure what I should do. Gi-hun choked on his water as he spat it all over the front of him, and Sang-woo looked away awkwardly.

Ali had a smirk on his face as he got up and walked away, making the uncomfortable silence between us even more uncomfortable.

"It's true," Gi-hun spoke up. My head snapped towards him when he said that. "Well, for me, it is. Seeing you in here made my mind go foggy. All I could think about was helping you, and in the end, we just ended up hurting you. I can't tell you how many times I've almost died because I was too lost in thought with you in mind. Time flies, and I forget sometimes. I truly am sorry, and if you are willing to forgive us, that will make our potentially last days alive better."

"I can't recall a time I haven't had feelings for you," Sang-woo whispered. I felt butterflies in my stomach as the two boys confessed their inner feelings towards me, and something inside me felt the same way for both of them. "If you wish to be with one of us, then that's fine. I'm sure the other will be happy just to see you alive." Gi-hun nodded along with what Sang-woo was saying.

"Who's to say I can't be with the both of you?" Now it was their turn to be shocked. "Well, like you said, people are gonna die. Not like they can judge us when they're dead, and then we can get out of this together." I placed my hands on both of theirs and smiled at the both of them. "Together?"

"Together."

[name968]

Characters of which I won’t write + ships

! Spoiler warning ! | Possible triggers will be censored as always ||

Reasons listed as well

Squid Game

Oh II-nam / Player 001 (Platonic only) | Self-explanatory

Seong Gi-hun / Player 456 | I don’t know how to write him + Not comfortable

Jang Deok-soo / Player 101 | Not comfortable // Unknown

Masked guards | Not comfortable// Unkown

VIPS | Barley any info to work with + especially not comfortable with writing about VIP 4 // He makes me very uncomfortable

Han Mi-nyeo / Player 212 (Platonic only) | Not comfortable // Unknown

Ch0 S@ng-w00 / Player 218 | Not comfortable // Unknown

Hwang In-ho / Front man | Not comfortable // Unknown

Jang Deok-soo / Player 101 x Han Mi-nyeo / Player 212 | Self-explanatory

Jang Deok-soo / Player 101 x Kang Sae-byeok / Player 067 | Self-explanatory

Hwang In-ho x Hwang Jun-ho | !nc3$t

Danganronpa

J^nk0 3n0$h!m@ (Platonic only) | Self-explanatory // Not comfortable

Miu Iruma (Unless platonic) | Unknown

Shu!ch! S@!h@r@ | Not comfortable // Unknown

T3rut3ru H@n@mur@ | Not comfortable // Unknown

G0nt@ G0kuh@r@ | Not comfortable // Unknown

Sakura Ogami (Platonic only) | Not comfortable // Unknown

Ts^m^g! Sh!r0g@n3 | Not comfortable // Unknown

M!k@n Ts^m!k! (Platonic only) | Not comfortable // Unknown

Any WOH (Platonic only) | Self-explanatory

J^nk@n / J^nk0 x M!k@n | T0x!c ship

M^k^r0 x J^nk0 | !nc3$t

Makoto x J^nk0 | Self-explanatory

Makoto x Komaru | !nc3$t

Any k!ll3r x v!ct!m | Not comfortable writing it anymore (Will do M!k@n x Ibuki, K@3d3 x R@nt@r0, Chihiro x M0nd0 [Platonic only], and Chiaki x N@g!t0 [Platonic only])

N@g!t0 K0m@3d@ x H@j!m3 H!n@t@ / K0m@h!n@ | Not comfortable // Unknown

Shu!ch! S@!h@r@ x K0k!ch! 0um@ / S@!0um@ | Not comfortable // Unknow

By@kuy@ T0g@m! x Makoto Naegi / N@3g@m! | Not comfortable // Unknow

H@!j! T0w@ x Anyone | Self-explanatory

Komaru x WOH | Self-explanatory

H!y0k0 x M!k@n | T0x!c

YTTD

Joe Tazuna (Unless platonic) | Not comfortable // Unknown

Any of the dolls | Not sure how to write them // Never got too far to know how they act

Gin Ibushi (Platonic only) | Self-explanatory

M!d0r! / S0u H!y0r! | Not comfortable // Unknown + Not sure how to write him

Shin Ts^k!m! / S0u H!y0r! | Not comfortable // Unknown

Gin Ibushi x anyone (Platonic only) | Self-explanatory

Genshin Impact

Any of the children (Platonic only) | Self-explanatory

Sayu | Not comfortable // Unknown

D!l^c | Not comfortable // Unknown

K3@y@ | Not comfortable // Unknown

Ch!ld3 | Not comfortable // Unknown

Traveler | Not sure how to write

Zhongli | Not sure how to write

Venti | Not sure how to write

Paimon | Self-explanatory

L!$@ | Not sure how to write

Jean | Not sure how to write

Ayato | Like no information on him

Aether x Lumine | !nc3$t

Barbara x Jean | !nc3$t

D!l^c x K3@y@ | Don't wanna disclose

Ayato x Ayaka | !nc3$t

Zhongli x Xiao | Not comfortable // Unknown

Ganyu x Xiao | Not comfortable // Unknown

The children x anyone | Self-explanatory

Sayu x anyone | Self-explanatory

Gakuen Babysitters

Children (Platonic) | Self-explanatory

Children x anyone (Platonic anyone) | Self-explanatory

Sibling x sibling | !nc3$t (I keep forgetting how to spell their names)

Detroit: Become Human

Hank | Not comfortable // Unknown

Hank x Conner | Self-explanatory

Wolf Children

Ame x Yuuki | !nc3$t

Ame x Hana | !nc3$t

Yuuki x Hana | !nc3$t

My roommate is a cat

Haru / The cat | Self-explanatory

Hachi / Haru's little sibling | Self-explanatory

Sibling x sibling (There are too many to type) | !nc3$t

Roku / The other cat | Self-explanatory

Cat x Human | Self-explanatory

For any of the other fandoms that I didn't include of which I write for then, that means there aren't any!

[loopy777]

So far you seem to be a expert on the show and it’s lore I have to ask was aang written to bro always right in the show? Some people complain he was never called out for being in the wrong

No, that’s ridiculous. Aang was wrong plenty of times, and the show definitely acknowledged it.

What may be confusing for some people, though, is that AtLA wavered a bit on how much of a Kiddie Show it wanted to be. Sometimes we got dialogue that was very direct in a “X was wrong” style, complete with polite apologies. Other times, the show trusted us to understand less obvious cues and didn’t bother showing the characters reconcile.

But don’t take my word for it. Let’s list every single episode where the story treats Aang as being in the wrong in a major way.

101/102 - Aang covers up being the Avatar to Katara and Sokka, leading to his not being trusted by the Tribe, exiled, and having to save the Tribe from Zuko.

104 - Aang lets his head get swelled from all the adoration on Kyoshi Island, leading to drawing Zuko to the island, getting the village burned, and having to return to save the village using the Unagi. He even apologizes to Katara about it.

105 - It’s portrayed as funny, but I think the treatment is that Aang is wrong to do the whole sledding-through-the-city thing. It causes havoc and gets the gAang arrested. The show just doesn’t care all that much, because this is a generally silly episode, and one of the most childish. And the chaos is pretty amusing.

108 - Aang is definitely wrong in trying to confront Hei Bai before he understands what’s going on.

110 - The focus is on Katara, but Aang is also wrong to trust Jet despite Sokka’s suspicions.

113 - Aang was portrayed, I think, as overconfident up to getting captured by the Yu Yan archers. He only got away because of the Blue Spirit rescue.

114 - Aang’s preoccupation with love and his blind trust in Aunt Wu’s predictions (alongside Katara) is definitely portrayed as childish and troublesome. It’s just not a big deal because they luck into an early warning. Note, however, that Aang fails to make the progress with Katara that he wants.

115 - This episode could have been named ‘Aang is totally wrong for thinking that Katara and Sokka would abandon him, and his lying was definitely a mistake.’ But I guess ‘Bato of the Water Tribe’ is shorter.

116 - Again, Aang being wrong about the way he sees Firebending as a toy is the primary plot of this episode. The ‘some people’ who complain about Aang never being wrong must have skipped the back-half of Book Water.

117 - Hey, look at that, Aang is wrong for not wanting to share the temple with Teo’s people. However, I can see where idiots would be confused by this episode, because for all that it can get a bit Kiddie with things like slime bombs, it does have The Mechanist being a complicated dude who destroys Air Nomad culture willy-nilly and works with the Fire Nation under duress. However, that doesn’t make Aang’s initial grumpiness right. The ending the episode is clear that Aang learns a lesson in allowing others to inherit the temple.

201 - Aang is wrong to trying to exploit the Avatar State, and also trusting General Fong. For all that Fong has a point about the needs of the war, Aang shouldn’t try to blindly rush access to the Avatar State.

205 - This is a very silly episode, like ‘The King of Omashu,’ in which even mistakes are treated as lighthearted fun. But I do think the episode treats Aang as wrong for having blind trust in Kyoshi and submitting himself to Chin Village’s justice system. The episode does end, after all, as a kind of “Shaggy Dog Story” with the hard-won friendship of the village leading only to gross food. Chin Village didn’t even send any fighters for the Day of Black Sun!

208 - Aang’s yelling at Toph is treated as bad. Sokka even calls him a jerk for it, and doesn’t get any Universe-sent backlash in return! Whoa!

209 - I’m not sure about this one. Aang is portrayed as over-eager and a bit full of himself, only to get depressed and quit. Is the show treating that as “wrong,” though? I’m not sure, but I do think he is deliberately characterized as Prideful, which is consistent with how he’s always been a show-off with his powerful Bending. I think this episode shows a flaw of Aang’s in action, without a trite lesson attached, but is that him being “wrong?”

210 - Again, this episode portrays a complicated situation, so I can see less thoughtful audiences not getting it, but Wan Shi Tong does have a good point that Aang and company lied and were only interested in finding ways of destroying their enemies. The Day of Black Sun invasion doesn’t even pay off, so I think the narrative considers the whole thing to be a mistake, and Aang should have heeded the owl’s warning in the beginning.

211 - Aang is definitely portrayed as being something of an antagonist with his attitude as Katara tries to get everyone through the desert. Yes, Aang is grieving Appa, but he’s handling his grief in a terrible manner, a subplot that continues into the next episode.

212 - Aang is wrong to give up on hope. That’s right in the dialogue.

218 - It’s been a long stretch without Aang being wrong about anything important, but obviously he (and the rest of the gAang) are mistaken about Long Feng being a solved problem.

219 - This is so complicated that even I’m not sure of what the storytellers want us to think about everything, but at the very least, Aang is portrayed as wrong to rush off to rescue Katara without completing his training. (It’s a big Star Wars allusion to a moment when Luke is wrong to go after Vader, so I consider myself safe in drawing that conclusion.) Aang partially addresses it in the next episode, but that also gets complicated.

220 - Hey, maybe if Aang had really completed his training, he would have more control of the Avatar State and Azula wouldn’t be able to shoot him with a move that takes forever to set up.

301 - Yeah, that whole prideful Running Away (On a Wind-Board, Yay!) To (Somehow) Solve Everything Myself is obviously a bad idea. He doesn’t even put a shirt on first.

303 - For all that the episode does treat Katara (and by extension Aang) as a hero, it shows that they really need Sokka’s help and consideration in order to avoid doing more harm than good with their antics. Both sides are a little bit wrong and a little bit right in this episode.

307 - Aang joins in with Toph’s scamming, which leads to trouble. And the episode even goes out of its way to have Aang forget (with Sokka) that Toph can’t write when they triy to fake that note to Katara. I think we’ve established that the series isn’t afraid to show Aang as wrong, but this is notable for portraying him as really stupid, too. ;)

308 - Minor case, but Katara, and by extension Aang, obviously shouldn’t trust creepy Hama. It’s heartbreaking, though.

310/311 - So, that whole Day of Black Sun thing doesn’t really work out, huh? The episode even draws attention to the fact that Aang still hasn’t mastered the Avatar State and there will probably be fallout from that. Obviously it was a huge mistake from the beginning, losing Aang even more of his allies. He has to flee into the horizon with sad eyes.

312 - I mean, the episode’s sympathies obviously lie with Zuko. It’s understandable that the gAang doesn’t trust him, but they’re still wrong about him.

313 - Again, Aang’s fear of Firebending is understandable, but something he needs to reverse himself on.

317 - Attending the Ember Island Players’ performance is a big mistake, no? ;)

319 - Aang is wrong in temporarily thinking that he needs to give up on his beliefs and kill Ozai. I think this episode is what most critics of Aang think of when they complain that he’s never wrong, but that’s because those people don’t have any understanding of spirituality and are trying to impose their own cynicism on the story. It’s fine to disagree with the story’s message, but turning that into a critique of the writing around Aang is disingenuous.

So, there we are. A whole long list of Aang Being Wrong. Feel free to share it in any debates, but don’t expect this to change anyone’s mind. The argument probably never came from an honest place from the start.