#vinyl tracksuit

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Daft Punk - Around the World 1997

"Around the World" is a song by French electronic music duo Daft Punk. It was released in April 1997 as the second single from their debut studio album, Homework. The song became a major club hit globally and reached number one on the dance charts in Canada, Spain, the UK, and the US. It also peaked at number one in Iceland and Italy. The song's lyrics solely consist of the words "around the world", repeated on loop for a total of 144 times (80 on the radio edit). In October 2011, NME placed it at number 21 on its list "150 Best Tracks of the Past 15 Years". "Around the World" was featured in one episode of first season of MTV animated series Daria. It was also used in the video games Dance Central 3, NBA 2K13 and the trailers for Ubisoft E3 2007 Rayman Raving Rabbids 2.

Michel Gondry's music video for the song features five groups of characters on a platform representing a vinyl record: four robots walking around in a circle; four tall athletes wearing tracksuits with small prosthetic heads walking up and down stairs; four women dressed like synchronized swimmers moving up and down another set of stairs; four skeletons dancing in the center of the platform; and four mummies dancing in time with the song's drum pattern. This is meant to be a visual representation of the song; each group of characters represents a different instrument. According to Gondry's notes, the robots represent the singing voice; the physicality and small-minded rapidity of the athletes symbolizes the ascending/descending bass guitar; the femininity of the disco girls represents the high-pitched keyboard; the skeletons dance to the guitar line; and the mummies represent the drum machine.

"Around the World" was Gondry's first attempt at bringing organized dancing to his music videos. "I was sick to see choreography being mistreated in videos like filler with fast cutting and fast editing, really shallow. I don't think choreography should be shot in close-ups." The sequence, initially developed by Gondry, was further expanded and streamlined by choreographer Blanca Li.

The music video won Best Dance Video at the International Dance Music Awards, and was nominated for Best Video at the MTV Europe Music Video Awards, and nominated for International Viewer's Choice - MTV Europe at the MTV Video Music Awards. The song was nominated for Best Dance Recording at the Grammy Awards.

"Around the World" received a total of 81,7% yes votes!

[leatherfaggotgayscally]

The New Life

Martin had always been the quiet, unassuming type. A software engineer by trade, his days were spent coding, sipping black coffee, and meticulously planning every moment of his life. His evenings were reserved for gaming marathons, vinyl record sessions, or quietly nurturing his bonsai tree. Moving into a small flat on the outskirts of Birmingham was supposed to be a practical step, a chance to save money and focus on work.

The flat wasn’t much, but Martin liked its simplicity. The only peculiar thing was the landlord, a man he had never met. The lease was finalized online, and the key had been left in a lockbox. Every question Martin emailed received curt, almost cryptic replies signed simply, “J.”

One late night, after staying up to debug an infuriating piece of code, Martin collapsed into bed, still wearing his plain grey hoodie and jeans. He drifted off immediately, his laptop humming softly on his desk.

When he woke, his world had changed.

The first thing he noticed was the weight on his chest. Groggily, Martin looked down and saw a thick, gleaming gold chain resting against a black Nike tracksuit. The outfit was completed by a black puffer jacket and a pair of pristine white Nike TNs on his feet.

Panicking, Martin stumbled out of bed and caught his reflection in the mirror. His neatly combed hair was gone, replaced by a sharp buzz cut. His room, once spotless, was a wreck—empty takeaway containers, cans of lager, and scraps of paper were strewn everywhere. His laptop was missing, replaced by a battered Bluetooth speaker blaring grime music at low volume.

His heart racing, Martin snatched his phone off the bedside table, only to find it completely wiped. All his apps, contacts, and files were gone. The only thing left was a single number saved under the name “J.”

Trembling, he pressed the call button.

“’Bout bloody time,” a deep, gravelly voice answered on the first ring. “Come ‘round the back o’ the block. We need a word.”

“Who are you? What’s going on?” Martin stammered.

“Quit yappin’ and get yer arse down here, mate.” The call ended abruptly.

Martin didn’t know why, but he felt compelled to obey. Pulling on the puffer jacket, he stepped into the cold evening air and walked around the back of the building.

There, leaning casually against the wall, was a man in a black puffer jacket and trackies. He was smoking a cigarette, his buzzed head gleaming in the faint glow of the streetlight. His posture was relaxed, but something about him radiated authority.

“’Ere he is,” the man said with a smirk, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “Sleep well, bruv?”

Martin stared. “Are you… J?”

“That’s what they call me,” the man said, tapping ash off his cigarette. “So, what d’ya think of yer new look?”

“I hate it!” Martin snapped. “What is this? I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this!”

Jay laughed, his voice rough and mocking. “Come off it, lad. Don’t act like you’re not buzzin’. I’ve seen yer socials, seen all them scally pages you follow. Don’t lie to me.”

Martin’s cheeks flushed. He had spent hours scrolling through photos of lads in tracksuits, admiring their swagger and confidence. But that didn’t mean he wanted to be one.

“This isn’t me,” he insisted, backing away.

Jay took a slow drag of his cigarette and stepped closer. His voice dropped to a low, commanding tone. “Stop pretendin’, mate. This is who you’ve always wanted to be. Now, take a drag o’ this cig and let it sink in.”

“I don’t smoke,” Martin mumbled.

Jay raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Didn’t ask if you did, did I? Now, stop bein’ soft and take it.”

Martin hesitated, but Jay’s imposing presence was too much. Slowly, he took the cigarette. He brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply. The smoke burned his throat, making him cough, but as he exhaled, everything began to shift.

A strange warmth spread through his body. His muscles tensed and grew, filling out the tracksuit. His back straightened, and his posture shifted to one of casual confidence.

Jay chuckled, clapping Martin on the shoulder. “There ya go, lad. Told ya it’d suit ya.”

Over the next few days, Martin’s life unraveled completely. He quit his office job without a second thought. “Desk jobs are for nerds,” he scoffed when Jay asked him about it. Instead, he took up a hard labor gig at a nearby warehouse. The pay was awful, but Martin didn’t care. He liked the physicality of it, the way it made him feel strong and capable.

Every night, Jay would knock on his door, and they’d head out together. They’d hang around the estate or outside the local chippy, blasting grime music and chatting with Jay’s mates. At first, Martin felt out of place, but as the nights went on, he began to embrace it.

He started rolling cigarettes with ease, perfecting his swagger, and adjusting his tracksuit to show off his gold chain. He even picked up a thick Brummie slang, finding himself talking more like Jay and less like his old, nerdy self.

His flat became a reflection of his new life—messy, lively, and filled with the sound of music and laughter. The Martin who once prided himself on his orderliness and ambition was gone.

One evening, as they leaned against a wall under a dim streetlight, Jay passed him another cigarette.

“Told ya, lad,” Jay said with a smirk. “This is where you belong.”

Martin lit the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke as he nodded. His gold chain glinted in the light, and his buzzed head shone faintly. “Yeah,” he said with a cocky grin. “You were right, mate.”

The transformation was complete. The quiet, bookish Martin was no more. In his place stood a confident scally lad, unbothered and unapologetic.

[starl0rds]

Theory of Desire

Hwang In-ho x Fem! Reader ୨୧ · ♡ · ୨୧

Penultimate (!!!) part in a multi-chapter series!

“Say it again. How you will judge me,” he whispered. When he opened his eyes again, you saw it—the look of the believer in a confession booth. Of someone who was desperate to be saved. Even just for a moment.

You want, and want, and want. So does In-ho.

Warnings: minors dni! smut, mentions of sex, masturbation, wet dream, fingering, oral sex, p in v sex, dirty talk, dom!in-ho, praise kink, basically plot with porn/porn with plot

Author's Note: YEAHH WE'RE IN THE ENDGAME NOW!!! thank you you all so so much for all the love, support, and engagement on the fic!! it's been so wonderful to hear all of your thoughts. last chapter will be updated in a few days on ao3 <3

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Chapter 8: the only heaven I'll be sent to

No masters or kings when the ritual begins 

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin 

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene 

Only then, I am human, only then, I am clean 

- “Take Me to Church,” by Hozier

“Get up.”

A rough hand shook you awake from your slumber. You groaned and blinked, the shadows of your surroundings coming into focus. Your gaze settled on the silhouette of a pink guard, standing above you. His mask glinted in the darkness. 

“What’s happening?”

“Get dressed.” The guard handed you a pile of clothes, and you blinked. 

You frowned. “No tracksuit?”

The guard said nothing and stepped out for you to change. Your thoughts raced. Glancing down, you realized this was the same set of clothes you’d worn the day that van had picked you up for the games. Strangely, the clothing smelled like lavender. Like someone had taken the time to wash them.

You pulled on your worn jeans, the tank top, the old jacket you’d had since your college days long ago. After your time spent wearing the same green tracksuit or the thin hospital gown, your own clothes felt foreign on your skin.

There was a knock on the door, and the guard re-entered the room. “Follow me,” he said. He beckoned towards the open door.

You stared at the guard for a moment before he turned and exited into the hallway. You followed behind. 

The guard led you through the winding halls of the compound. Compared to the dim lighting of your room, the brightness blinded you—not just the lights, but the vibrant colors of the staircases and passageways. You craned your neck to see if you could spot where the skirmish had taken place days ago with the guards. If they had cleaned up the blood.

The guard led you through a door, which opened to reveal hallways awash in purple. As you rounded a familiar corner, realization dawned.

“What does the Front Man want with me this time?” you asked. 

The guard didn’t turn around, didn’t reply. You swallowed.

You followed him up the staircase until you reached the same large black door as before. The guard pressed a button to the left. A buzzer rang from behind the door.

After a moment, the door slid open, revealing the dark hallway leading into In-ho’s quarters. The guard pointed to it. You nodded.

You stepped forward, and the door shut behind you.

Your heart racing, you made your way down the tiled corridor. Like before, the mouth of the hallway opened up into the large chamber. It was how you remembered it—the cold black walls, the gilded furniture placed meticulously around the room, the leather seat in front of the large black screen. The vinyl player with the dancing figures, now frozen in their step.

From the right wing of the chamber, you heard the familiar sound of clicking footsteps. A second later, In-ho came into view. 

Your breath hitched when you saw him. He was wearing the same dark trench coat, the same polished shoes, although today his hair was slicked back loosely. Stray strands fell in front of his face. You noticed the dark circles pronounced underneath his eyes.

“In-ho. What’s going on?”

“You’re leaving,” he replied.

It was as if he’d knocked the wind out of your lungs. “What?”

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mami (m) (teaser) | myg/knj

— “then hurry up, mami. gimme one more for luck.”    

title: mami (teaser) pairing: battle rappers!myg/knj x reader(f) , slight jhs x reader(f)😛 rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; battle rap au , roommates au  summary: turns out, two of the guys you’ve been hooking up with are battle rappers. and roommates. and the most competitive gd people you’ve ever met.  warnings for fic: [redacted] lmfaooooo🥴🥴🥴  warnings for teaser: cursing, yoongi’s fit, dirty talk, namjoon deserves his own gd warning throughout this whole fic so it’s included in the teaser warnings, too :^))  note: fuuuuuuck me lol. this is also gonna have some heavy 00s vibes so let’s fcking go🦋 est. drop date: jul-aug 2023 est. word count: 15-20k taglist: join here (will be checking blogs!) —18+ teaser below if you want to read :)) drops you right in the middle! minors dni.  

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Weeks go by and you keep your options super open, with the occasional run-in with Yoongi and the strangely refreshing dates with Namjoon. 

As much as you want things to move forward with the latter, he’s kept every meet-up early and short, always checking his phone with pure concentration before heading out. 

Did you think about whether or not he had a girl already? Absolutely. But just being able to have nice dinners and talk was pretty fucking harmless considering. 

If he finally decides to cave in and split you in two, maybe you’ll re-evaluate. But you hope that happens sooner rather than later because you are aching to feel anything he’d give you. 

That and the frustrating fact that he looks more and more attractive with every damn date.

Speaking of attractive things… 

One dingy, smoke-filled event on south side, just as you were cussing someone out for slapping your ass, it was Yoongi that shocked you by stepping in, quietly shielding you and taunting,

“You wanna try that again?”

“Fuck outta here, man. Just having a good time.”

When your surprise of a savior aims one slitted eye over his shoulder, he asks,

“You having fun?”

And your arms fold in calm revenge. “Not with him.”

“Didn’t think so.” Turning back around, Yoongi simply eases, “I’ll let you off this time, but only cus she’s listening.”

Your blink is immediate.

“But I better not see your sorry ass anywhere near her by the time I get on stage.”

Safe to say, it didn’t matter if he saw that guy or not. 

Because he definitely saw you after the show, right before you tugged his stupid tracksuit into the nearest bathroom.

Ever since the first, all your dates with Namjoon have been innocent.

So it sends shivers across your arms when low words slip into your ear. Words so spiced that they cause your thighs to squirm on the cheap vinyl booth you both occupy, 

“I gotta say… I didn’t expect us to talk this much.” 

Breath hitching, you slowly turn, fixated on the veins running down his arms while admiring the way neon lights make rainbows of his chains. Not giving much of your own thoughts away, you simply ask, 

“This time? Or at all?”

“Honestly?” His smile coats you in a layer of warmth. Which is strange considering how frozen you really feel. “I don’t usually do dates.” 

What?

You’ve never moved away so quick. “Wait, really?”

“Oh, shit. Was that bad to say?” 

“No, I”—pure relief juts out of your mouth—“Neither do I.” 

“No fuckin’ way,” Namjoon challenges with a grin, shaking his head when you nod multiple times. “Nah. You can’t tell me your fine ass has never gone out before.” 

“First of all,” you tut, smirking at his true nature coming through, “This ass has been taken out more times than yours.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” Flipping your head, you give him a mocking once-over, feigning boredom even though you wanna mount those goddamn thighs and ride them into next Wednesday. “I just don’t waste my time dating.” 

“Then why’d you keep coming?”

“Why’d you keep asking?”

At your coy tone, Namjoon’s smile grows and grows, and you’re enjoying where this is going an obscene, frightening amount. 

Instead of responding, he simply lifts an arm to skirt knuckles right up the front of your dress, finally looping one under the necklace dangling from your neck. When he presses a bold thumb down, you cease breathing as he softly tugs forward, your entire body following without resistance. 

And just as your lips hover against his, he challenges, 

“Cus if I asked you anything else, you would’ve ran.”

Oh, fuck. 

Butterflies scatter at his insinuation, and they fall victim to his honeyed smirk when you taunt, 

“Try me.” 

What the hell is he gonna say? Based on your earlier conversations, you could tell he has a way with words. You don’t have to spell a single thing out for him, that’s for damn sure. 

The look you get is pure sin before he moves to your ear, his mouth hidden from the rest of the bar and hot breath stroking your neck. Anticipation keeps your body fully alert, and yet it still doesn’t prepare you for whatever comes out of this dude’s mouth. 

“Like if you’d ever let me paint those tits.” 

The fuck.

“Or if you’d let me be the first to make you squirt.” 

The fuck?

Your exhale comes out stilted before stuttering out, and your chest physically heaves because—

“What, that’s all it takes to make you shy?” 

Holy shit. You haven’t felt this way in years. 

Truthfully, you can’t even think up an inkling of a response. 

Because the hand on your necklace slides downward, a finger lowering your dress bit. By bit. By bit.

Before letting it spring back with a snap.

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[yearningagain]

it's enough (to make a girl blush): chapter two

HELLO!!! welcome to chapter two! i'm amazed at the traction that this has gained with just the first chapter, and it's giving me so much motivation to continue this!

i've also decided to open up my ask box for suggestions for rambles and ficlets, so please shoot me a message if you feel so inclined!

and of course a huge thank you to @kayleeofcamelot for betaing and helping me so much!! without further ado!

also on ao3!

total wc: 2.6k | wc: 1.4k | rating: e (18+) | pairing: steddie | cw: none | tags: a/b/o, alpha eddie munson, omega steve harrington, modern au, baker steve, famous eddie, getting together, gay eddie, bi steve, soulmates/true mates/scent mates, side buckingham

part one | part three

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Steve loved Robin more than he thought he could love anyone. She was the peanut butter to his jelly, the rock to his roll, the yin to his yang. He doesn't know how he managed as long as he did before meeting her, and he frankly doesn't know what he would do without her now. 

That being said, sometimes she does make Steve want to give himself another concussion. 

Lunch at the deli had been uneventful. They had eaten their sandwiches while nestled in the window booth in the back corner, turned to look out onto the streets of Chicago. Most of their conversation was driven by judgmental comments about passerby’s, ranging from jabs about interesting color choices on someone's tracksuit to monologues about wearing a faux fur coat with cheetah print leggings (“It’s the principle, Rob! You wouldn’t get it”).

After finishing their meals, the pair made their way across the street to the record store. Upon entry, Steve was surrounded by deep earthy scents, old vinyl and incense mingled with the fresh flowers growing in pots littered about. And that brought them to their current situation.

Robin was making a complete and utter fool out of herself. She was bright red in the face, and Steve couldn’t tell if it was from pure mortification or her complete lack of breathing for the past five minutes. As soon as a little blonde omega, introduced as Chrissy, emerged from the shelves to greet them and show them around, the alpha had not been able to stop her mouth from running and running. Now, normally in these situations, Steve would insert himself into Robin's one sided conversation and slow her down, purely to rescue the other person from being roped into a woven tale of at least six subjects at once. But after one look at Chrissy, and the adoration and attentiveness in her expression, he decided to leave it be. 

At the back corner of the shop was a small gathering of armchairs, a loveseat, and a small wooden coffee table. Plopping down into the comfiest looking chair, leaving the girls to their own devices, Steve pulled out his phone to start tackling the sea of messages he had received during the night. 

Dusty

12:58 AM: STEVE

STEVEN

12:59 AM: STEVEN HARRINGTON

STEVEN LOUISE HARRINGTON

1:01 AM: do you even love me anymore

1:08 AM: if i were dying i'd be dead by now

1:14 AM: ☠️☠️🩸🩸

1:27 AM: okay whatever goodnight steven text me when you’re  alive again ig 🙄

11:39 AM: Jesus Christ kid

That’s not even my name

11:40 AM: Did you die?

11:41 AM: no

11:41 AM: So what was so important?

11:43 AM: before i say anything i want to remind you that  i know all of your secrets and also you love me sooo much  and you’re the best babysitter ever and you owe me for  letting my mom hire you at the shop

11:44 AM: Dustin. What did you do.

11:44 AM: nothing!

i didn’t do anything i swear on my mother

11:45 AM: Okay…

So…?

11:46 AM: my favorite band is playing here next month but its an 18+ show

mom would never come with me, she’d have a heart attack i think

so i need you to take me

11:48 AM: i can pay for your ticket if you want!

11:50 AM: steve?

A loud crash echoed from within the shop, followed by an extremely disheveled Robin popping her head into the nook. "I need your help."

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Leaving the girls was both the best and worst decision Steve could have made. 

In the ten minutes of inattentiveness, the alpha had managed to talk for seven of them consecutively. After realizing she had been talking herself in circles, she tried to reign it in, which ultimately ended in her accidental confession of attraction towards Chrissy. That then led to a kiss-turned-make-out, in which Robin had tried to push the shorter girl against a wall for more leverage. However, blinded by her circumstances, she pushed the omega into one of the shelves, effectively knocking it and its contents to the ground. They were old antique shelves that had been modified with basket-drawers to store records and other miscellaneous objects, they were heavy . 

Steve would be upset, but the dark blush and lovesick smile never quite left Robin's face. 

With that mess dealt with, he was finally able to respond to Dustin. He shot a quick 'Sure. Just LMK the deets ' text and slid his phone back into his pocket. Chrissy led them both back to the nook, bustling about and making sure they were comfortable.

"Steve, I am so incredibly sorry about that! Please sit here, let me go grab something and I'll be right back!" She dashed off down a small hallway towards the back of the building.

Steve shook his head at Robin, sighing loudly. "Couldn't keep it in your pants?"

The alpha huffed and looked away. She huffed again, this time more of a sniff. And then again. 

"Steve, are you fucking with me or something?"

Furrowing his eyebrows, he followed suit in her actions by taking his own sniff of the air. "What? What's going on?"

She continues sniffing, seemingly following the scent. Standing from her spot on the loveseat, laser focused on tracking, she walks right over to Steve.

"Your scent, it's changing. I knew it was different this morning! I know what you smell like, dingus. And you don't smell like you anymore. Well, okay, you still smell like you! But it's like you're roasting apples in the woods on a camping trip. And you've always smelled like apples, so I'm glad that's the same, but now it's different. Has anything weird happened lately? Have you felt different at all? Do you have a fever?" Her curiosity morphs into concern and she starts placing her hands over the omegas face, seeing if she can tell the temperature. "I've never been good at this. Should we go to the doctor? Do we need an ambulance? Shit, did you get poisoned?"

Steve grabbed her hands firmly, guiding them to his chest and taking a deep breath. "Breathe. I'm not dying, Robs. I think I'd know if I was." He takes a few more measured breaths, pulling her down into his lap for a hug. 

After he was sure she was calm, he relaxed his grip, but didn't let go. "I was actually meaning to ask you about something. Nothing bad, I promise! I just... I had this really weird dream last night and I woke up convinced it had actually happened. I was so convinced there would be physical proof, but there wasn't any. But I could smell the alpha in my dream. Have you ever had a dream where you could smell the other people?"

Robin looked at him calculatingly, a crease forming in her brow at the thought. "No, never. I didn't think it was a thing that happened."

"Exactly. I could smell him, birdie. I could feel him. It was real . Until it wasn't. I woke up heartbroken. For no real reason." He sighed once more, lowering his gaze to his fingers rested in his lap.

"Okay, I am so sorry once again, and I had no intention to eavesdrop whatsoever, but I want to help." Chrissy emerged from the hallway with a plate of mini cupcakes, a sheepish expression. 

Steve waved her off. "It's all good. If you don't think I'm crazy, I don't mind suggestions."

She set the plate of cupcakes onto the coffee table and sat down on the loveseat. Robin quickly scrambled off of Steve to sit next to the other omega, shooting him an apologetic glance. 

"So, basically, I read this book once, out of pure curiosity, that was about fate and the universe and all that. It had a whole section about how, years and years ago, alphas and omegas were randomly going through what seemed to be second presentations. It started with scent changes, and apparently a lot of people experienced some sort of initial mental connection. These changes were way less severe, and oftentimes not noticeable until a random heat or rut was triggered. When that would happen, it was always a pair at a time, one alpha and one omega. The moment they would smell the other for the first time is the moment their respective presentations would complete. They'd come out the other side bonded and, most often, pupped. Their bodies were preparing."

Steve stared at Chrissy, mouth agape. "Preparing for what, exactly?"

"Their soulmate!"

[lady-of-endless]

Squid Game matchup trade for lovely @nicaeno 🌹

Author's Note: I'm excited about this trade because the choices for you were so clear, damn. I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you so much for messaging me about it, you're amazing!

I match you with...

Hwang In-ho

- Your introverted but rational and analytical personality is something he can resonate with so well. You two even have the same mbti! But it's not what you two will connect over with at first.

- You'd meet him during the games. Of course, he is focused on Gi-hun and everyone else's reactions to every game he already knows. However, he gets the feeling that someone is analyzing everything just like him, and that's when he notices you for the first time, sitting alone, looking at everyone and everything.

- In-ho will respect you for trying to come up with a strategy and a way to protect yourself.

- He starts trying to get under your skin but in the process, he gets more interested than he planned. He received info about every player, and he cursed himself for not paying attention to your description when he could. Now you're a mystery and he wants to find out more about you and how he can benefit from it at first.

- At night, when the nights are still somehow calm (before the fights start), In-ho truly feels alone. Everyone somehow started to bond over the chaos and trauma, but because he was busy keeping himself guarded and analyzing others, he befriended no one, not even for show. No one got close to him. Those nights are the worst for him. He was sitting in the dark, staring at the bunk ceiling while hearing others talk before he heard your whisper one night. For some reason, you decide to talk to him and find out more about him. You two would bond over your favorite book authors (In-ho would love Dazai) and vinyl records (he also has a collection of old ones).

- However, his attachment is not what you'd expect. In-ho's type of attachment is derived either from fascination or competition. Enemies to lovers kind of dynamic for a little. He knows you're smarter than the other players, more observant, but he is too and he knows how it goes. In-ho wants to get rid of this inconvenience but also keep it and preserve it. Protect you.

- His dark interest turns into respect and then into attachment. Slowly, In-ho finds himself getting more attached to every vulnerable and natural reaction you have after a rough situation. He falls for your natural, honest reactions.

- He has a list of plans, a schedule, let's say, but since you got on his radar, additional plans appear. Plans like protecting you without you even noticing it, dropping tips and tricks only to you, waiting to talk to you about what you two have been through... He's on thin ice with all this, and he knows it, but it's addictive.

- In-ho, too, doesn't open up to people easily, especially not now when he has to play a role, so it's going to be a slow burn.

- He doesn't get to see your aesthetic during the games but before, when he's doing a recap of all players. In-ho doesn't think it's an important detail, but he can't deny that he likes it; he likes your style and silently wishes to see more of it and not that typical green tracksuit.

Runner-up: The Salesman/The Recruiter

- there's going to be an interesting (darker) dynamic with him. Your rationality and cautiousness won't let you accept playing anything with him despite his smooth insisting methods. Deep down, he secretly doesn't want you to accept. He admires the way you stick to your choice when others don't and easily fall into the trap.

[meanmeanmeowth]

guess what+ Kerry

“Baby! Where are ya?”

Shuffling in, Kerry began to murmur to himself as he closed the door. He held his duffel bag in one hand, the other cradling a small lump underneath his tracksuit. It was oddly quiet, usually the television would’ve been flicked on or the record player playing a vinyl from your shared collection.

Kerry stepped into the kitchen, calling your name. His next stop was your bedroom, then the bathroom, down to the guest bedroom. No sign of you, still.

Right as he walked out of the guest bedroom, he collided with your smaller frame. You yelped, he cursed.

And that little lump yapped.

“Shit!” Kerry had reached for you, keeping you on your feet. It was a solid crash and he knew your head must’ve been rattled. “y’alright, baby? Hey, look at me—“

You blinked, once, twice, eyes glued to his hand. Although you were trying to balance yourself, you knew you heard his chest make a noise.

“Kerry,” you said slowly. “..What is that?”

“Huh?” Kerry looked down, brows furrowed. Judging by the look on his face he’d completely forgotten what he was hiding in the first place.

Suddenly, he chuckles. That deep rumble which always turned you to puddle, yet you managed to stand tall. His hand moved from your arm down to your hand, giving you a soft squeeze before letting go.

“Guess what.” Kerry smiles, already moving to unzip his jacket. Carefully he pulls out a tiny black lab, its large eyes finding you as he came to light.

You gasp, “Kerry!”

“Jus’ for ya, sweetheart,” he says gently, letting you take the pup. “Found the little thing roamin’ the parkin’ lot. Couldn’t leave the guy, so…”

“Oh, honey,” you cooed, glancing between him and the dog. He clung to you, and you could only coo, “You must be hungry. I’m sure there’s something for you, poor baby..”

Kerry watched you take the pup to the kitchen, a gigantic smile plastered on his face. He soon joined you, looming over as you worked on getting the black lab something to eat. Kerry grabbed your waist, his thumbs idly brushing over your shirt.

In that moment his heart felt so full. Seeing you take in the animal without question, the immediate concern you’d shown him. God, he loved you so much.

[heavymetalluvofmine]

my bf bought me an ultraviolence vinyl for my bday and two named collective princess tracksuits, we are SO back ྀིྀི

[dragonfly1302]

Hi everyone! AB here. If you know me, you might have noticed that I've been obsessed with Squid Game for a while, and s2 still lives in my head rent free lol - specifically a certain player 230 haha! This is my first time writing for the Squid Game fandom (literally why is it so embarrassing putting your own writing out there lol), but I had this idea on my mind for some time now, and needed to get it out. It's not necessarily gory, but there is a description of death happening, so do check out the tags before you read, and let me know if I missed anything! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it, and please be kind to me:)

Happy reading!

Thanos/MC | 2k words | one-shot

TW: mentions of death, description of death, blood, corpse; gunshot wound; nightmares.

Summary: Surviving the games seemed like an impossible task, but their aftermath didn’t leave without trace either. For Thanos, it’s the nightmare, reliving the same thing over and over again, each and every night. And though the danger was long gone, the games kept haunting him, slowly killing him from the inside, like a poison.

You can read it below or here is the link to ao3 if you would prefer:)

He couldn’t get the sound of the gunshot out of his head. Embossed in his brain like the grooves on a vinyl, the player needle running through the same exact path, getting stuck where it hurt the most, as if a bullet inside his skull, a painful reminder of what followed next. But he didn’t need that reminder – it was the same image, over and over and over again.

A wound, dead center in her forehead. Splatters of blood on her skin, her tracksuit, the floor as her knees gave way and her body fell onto the tiles with a dull thump. Bitter taste of iron in his mouth, his own body shaking as he watched her petite figure twitch, her eyes growing empty as life slipped away, leaving nothing but stillness and puddle of crimson behind.

Another gunshot. To her chest this time.

And one last one, for needless reassurance.

Watching her body jolt with every shot and stupidly hoping each one of them would defibrillate her heart back to life. Or his, for that matter. Hoping she’ll breathe again. Or he would, for what it’s worth.

Seeing the black box with a pink bow carried in. Her limp body, picked up off the floor by the guards like a ragdoll, like a thing, not a living breathing human that was just standing in front of him a second ago.

He couldn’t look at the face – too scared of what would meet his eyes. It wouldn’t be her smile she’d grace him with after a stupid joke, a small dimple forming on her cheek, impossible to hide. It wouldn’t be the eyeroll that would follow when he’d act a fool. It wouldn’t be the little crease of frustration between her brows when someone was being an ass – when he was being an ass. It wouldn’t even be the glisten of tears in the corners of her eyes after each gunshot of fear, after every new loss filled the piggybank above their heads with blood-stained banknotes. He was scared to look and find a void, complete blankness in her expression, a hollow look into nowhere and a bloodied hole where her eyebrows used to crease.

The realization hitting him that he would never hear her voice, calling him stupid or letting out another one of her signature witty remarks. He wouldn’t see her lips purse together to hold in a giggle, then hear her bursting out whole-heartedly laughing at his silly antics. Never hear her cry – in fear, in relief, in joy. Never hold her in his arms, scared, nervous, stroking her hair as she’d drift away and fall asleep at last, her body warm against his chest, rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

It was the worst part, the hardest. The word never, the phrase never again.

And the ending, always the same. His knees hitting the floor, but the pain shooting up to his chest, squeezing his heart in its fist till it burst into million pieces, like specks of dust, impossible to put back together. The voices around – white noise, the faces, the tracksuits blurring together, his gaze laser focused on the black coffin instead. Fluorescent lights overhead burning every inch of his skin like million suns in a desert. The need to scream and no sound coming out. The desire to cry and no tears poking through. The compulsion to move, yet no body part willing to budge. The whole world fading to black as the floor dissolved under him, making him float in the abyss for minutes, hours, days on end. Floating until he fell and crashed, and his eyes shot open while his body drenched in sweat.

The same image, same feeling, same scenario every night. Over and over and over again.

He remembered the first time he had had the nightmare, right after the games. He woke up suffocating, throat dry from quick breaths through his mouth, eyes darting around the pitch-black room, sitting up until his back hit the headrest of his bed. His hand instinctively reached for his phone, feeling for it somewhere amidst the tangled sheets. His hands shaking as the glow of the screen illuminated his face, searching for her name in his contacts – right atop the list.

Hello? Her voice groggy, sleep-ridden, he could tell her eyes were still closed, trying not to drift too far away from sleep.

Hey, he smiled, a sense of relief settling somewhere deep in his chest.

Su-bong? You okay? She perked up a little, a hint of concern in her voice.

Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. He let out a breathy chuckle. Just wanted to hear your voice.

My voice?

Yeah.

At… two in the morning.

Yeah. Another chuckle.

I’m going back to bed, he could hear her groan after a pause. Go back to sleep, okay?

Yeah, I will. I promise.

But he wouldn’t sleep. He wouldn’t dare. Not if it meant reliving the same pain, same terror night after night.

***

What, you’re gonna be guarding me all night? She smirked lying next to him under the sheets, as he studied her face, propping himself up on the elbow.

Mhm, he nodded slowly, trying to be completely serious, but it still made her giggle. Nothing’s gonna come in my way. You’re safe with me, senorita.

Her hand reached out to stroke his cheek, her face leaning in to leave a gentle peck on his pouting lips. You’re ridiculous. She laughed again, turning to the other side, his arms wrapping around her, squeezing her tightly into his chest.

But it didn’t help having her close. If anything, the warmth of her body, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulled him to sleep before he could fight it off, and before long, the nightmare record started its playthrough yet again.

A shot.

A thud.

A coffin.

A realization.

Floating and crashing and waking up.

He squeezed his eyes in pain, sleep-deprived headache and fast breathing not helping one bit. He turned to look to the other side of the bed – barely making out her silhouette in the dark room, safe and sound, still moving with each steady breath.

A relief.

His head hit the headboard when he sat up slightly, making her stir awake beside him.

You’re awake still? She mumbled, barely able to open one eye. She shifted closer to him, her arms wrapping around him and growing heavy, as her head came to rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly steadying.

His fingers ran through her hair, feeling her next to him keeping him sane. Yet the thought that it won’t be the last time he’d wake up from the dreadful dream doomed over him like an omen. And she knew that too.

Sometimes she’d wake up before he would, cut the record short, when he’d hear her soft voice calling to him as if through the speakers, feel his body shake instead of floating, come back to earth before he’d crash and land in hell.

Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. He’d see her face glowing in the moonlight from the open window. Her fingers brushing his forehead, pushing his damp hair off his face. It’s okay, she’d keep saying, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. He’d find her hand on his chest, their fingers interlacing, scared that he’d get sucked back into the black hole if he’d ever let go. But she’d stay there, all through the night – her hand on his chest, holding his, head resting against his shoulder.

***

He knew she would notice his absence when he couldn’t lie there anymore, needed to take a breather. The light of a match illuminated his face with a warm glow when he lifted it to light a cigarette. The chilly breeze of late summer caressed his skin, still covered in sweat, letting a shiver run up his spine and the goosebumps cover him head to toe. The craving for the pill was ever present, but he promised he wouldn’t pick it back up – he wouldn’t do that to her. And if that meant he had to suffer each night, if that nightmare was his punishment for everything he had done, then so be it. He thought he accepted that. But it didn’t make it any easier.

Hey, he turned to see her walk out to the balcony, his lips stretching into a smile seeing her wrapped in the blanket.

Hey, senorita. What are you doing here? I’ll be right back, I promise.

I thought you were cold here, she stretched one arm out, inviting him under the warmth of her blanket, so I brought you this. He gladly accepted the invitation, taking the last puff of the cigarette before throwing out the butt.

Much better, he cozied up, looking into her star-lit face, laced with concern.

A minute of silence followed with her sigh, when she let her head rest on his shoulder.

I get flashbacks too, you know.

You do?

Yeah.

What do you see?

Depends. Sometimes it’s Red Light, Green Light. Sometimes I see a face in the crowd and it’s like I’ve seen them there, dead. Most often it’s when the lights go out and I don’t know if I’ll make it out. And I feel so scared again, and I just cry, until there’s nothing left. She tilted her head to look at him, his own face painted with worry, with pain that she is less okay than he thought she was, than he wished she would be.

Why didn’t you tell me?

Same reason why you wouldn’t tell me about your nightmares, I guess. Don’t want you to worry.

His head hang low, The fucking games.

I know. They fucked us up, Su-bong. But just because you don’t tell me what’s going on, it doesn’t stop me from worrying about you. Her eyes searched for his, finally meeting when he looked up, You know what helps me? Doesn’t make it go away, but helps not go crazy and get paranoid?

His tattooed fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. What?

Knowing that you’re here. Knowing that there’s at least one other person in this world that knows what I went through and believes me. She paused, saw his expression soften. You can tell me. I’ve seen what you saw. I can take it.

He hesitated for a moment, but maybe she was right. No matter how hard he tried to protect her, shelter her from his pain, she still saw him suffer night after night, watched him live off mere caffeine and cigarettes. No matter how much he hid from her, she was the one shaking him awake from paralyzing fear, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. No matter how much he pretended it wasn’t a big deal, she was the one who ended up watching over him at night, taking on his pain as part of hers, and seeing him slowly wither away.

It's… the same thing, over and over. Every night. He looked up to see her watching him, her hand moving to rub his back, the damp shirt stuck to his spine. It’s… you.

Me? Her eyebrows arched in surprise. Didn’t know I was that scary.

He chuckled, shook his head, the air charged with tension loosening slightly. You can be, you know? Have you seen you? Her smile grew as she playfully jabbed him in the arm.

Don’t change the topic, we’re getting serious here.

I know, I’m sorry. It’s just not easy, he sighed, feeling her hand rub his back yet again. Well, it’s not you that’s scary, it’s seeing you… die. He checked her reaction – smile gone, brows squeezed together, holding her breath. Gunshot. Bang, bang, bang. In the head. And they bring out the coffin – the one with the pink bow, remember? Everything’s like slo-mo. And then everything disappears – it’s just this limbo, black fucking hole. And I’m just there, floating or whatever, and then – he mimed his hand going down, hitting the palm of his other hand – bam. I’m dead too. And that’s when I wake up.

They both let the silence linger, no words would be enough to really fix anything. Her hand ran down his side, pressing him closer to her, his own arm wrapping around her, pulling her into embrace. I’m here, she whispered, I’ll always be here. I’m so sorry.

It’s not your fault. And I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you when you get flashbacks.

It’s okay. We got through the games, together. And we’ll get through this too, right?

Together?

Together.

[cherrybby0923]

wishlist :

hair that reaches my butt

-10kg

all 9s in gcses

a boyfriend

nose piercing

juicy couture tracksuit

isabel marant boots

chloe paddington bag

belly button piercing

unreleased lana vinyl

victorias secret dressing gown

theo james

£1bn

[424151998]

I am in Athens and tomorrow I am going to Tbilisi

Athens is cool at first I was scared and kept thinking I was gonna get pick pocketed but it’s actually extremely chill here. I’ve been wearing the same outfit the whole time tracksuit pants and cardigan and hoodie with the addition of fleece and long sleeve and two puffer jackets and scarf wrapped around my head today and gloves coz it was like 10 degrees lol soooo not that bad but it felt hellish to me it’s gonna get sooooo much worse and I’m scared

Ummm yeah having withdrawals too so I’ve been sleeping a lot and feeling irritable but I’m optimistic that I’ll be feeling more normal soon

I didn’t go to any of the ancient ruins coz they cost money so I just saw them from a distance

Just tonnes of walking and eating

Food:

Tis theatrou to steki twice now…first time was better..first time I was like 😍 marinated anchovies and vegetables in vinegar and garlic and bread and saganaki w lots of lemon 😍 second time we got like an omelette which was average and meatballs which were boring and such a bad choice by me hmm kinda just like eating bread with little accompaniments rather than bigger dishes, cheap place

Went to some place max’s friend recommended that had vinyl records as placemats and we had this amazing soup with ceviche but after that dish it wasn’t as yum it was like a big stir fry type thing and that’s just not really my thing but max really enjoyed it and also some coconut rice thing which again meh I don’t really care but that’s just vegetarian food I’m so meh but also again I am in a state of withdrawal so maybe I’m just pretty anhedonic. We did get a little carafe of wine which was soooooo good and also some digestif after I forget what it was called but similar to ouzo super strong and when we got home I passed out I felt so drunk

We went to Atlantikos this like tourist famous fish restaurant for lunch and it was good yeh idk max was really into it we had squid and it was fine idk I think we ordered badly coz I was jealous looking at some of the other tables

We had giros at o kavourras which was so effing yum

We’ve also had a couple falafel wraps

I keep waking up super early it’s funny coz my sleeping pattern is so fucked up in Melbourne it’s like super normal here I wake up at 7am like 🤩and then have to wait til midday for max to wake up but anyway yeah it’s crazy I’m like early bird here but for some reason I don’t wanna leave the apartment without max I could probs go walk around and get a coffee but I’ve just been chilling on my phone and reading my kindle hmmmm until like 1pm when we leave the apartment , after about 5000 steps im fucking done and Need to rest before I can keep going..

Currently in bed and gonna go back out at some point idk I have these Greek cigarettes I might have one later but only one

Step count:

Wednesday: 12,299

Thursday: 12,719

Friday: 11,367

Saturday: 21,146

Sunday: 5,785

Monday (so far, will update): 8,521

Umm what else I keep having insane nightmares which is disturbing but I’m Hoping it’s just my brain cleansing itself …nd max says I’m grinding my teeth heaps so maybe I’ll get teeth grinding Botox when we get to Istanbul but idk

Lol

Ummm ok that’s all

Oh yeah and I’m obsessed with how easy it is to get thru the metro gates like soo amazing and not scary like they just stay open if u put your hand in front of them unlike the myki gates that feel like they’re gonna fully slam my pelvis

[bellepeppertronix]

IS THIS FOOL WEARING A FUCKING VINYL TRACKSUIT???? HOW TF ELSE COULD Lickra(TM) CAUSE 'EXOTIC, MALIGNANT' CANCERS??!

[jpfashionsubcultures]

Futuristic / Cyber Punk

These fashion styles incorporate futuristic and cyber elements, a monochromatic effect with neon and Gamer-core aspects.

The different categories of this style are:

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