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underrated in his OWN SHOW.
raw. next question.
underrated in his OWN SHOW.
raw. next question.
underrated in his OWN SHOW.
raw. next question.
no why the hell did thanos have such a Clue death like it was literally the crypto guy in the bathroom with the fork
I swear I need an entire series so bad 😭😭
˖ ִ ೀ 𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐭 𝟐
Hwang In-ho x Fem! Reader
Summary: When the games aren’t in session, and In-ho is lonely, he finds himself in the first row at the ballet. Watching you. After you entered his life, everything changed. His secret is becoming harder to hide, along with his love.
TW: Channeling my love for older men. Age gap (reader is 25 In-ho is 49). Just FLUFF with SMUT! In-ho learning how to love someone again. Quite literally head over heels for you. Size kink if you squint.
WC! 3k Part 1! -> here!
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃 𓈒 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
You were twelve when you started to dance.
You had been walking with your friend, heading to a convenience store when you saw it.
“Limelight Dance Studio”
However, it wasn’t the sign that caught your attention. Or the big beautiful building that looked like it belonged in a fairytale. What caught your attention was the woman walking into the studio.
Her hair was in a tight, slick bun, and her loose jacket covered her torso. Her pointe shoes were clutched in her hand as she rushed in, pushing past the door as she headed toward her class.
That day you went home and marched straight up to your mother, a flier clutched in your tiny hands. She said no at first, practically shattering your small heart. But without you knowing, she spent that month saving every cent she could, surprising you with a pair of ballet flats and admission to the dance studio.
From then on, your life centered around ballet.
At 17, you finally transitioned to Pointe after years of training. And once you laced the ribbons, you were unstoppable. Every time you were on stage, you were in your element. Glowing with potential.
Dancing is where you thrive. It’s where you belonged.
You studied abroad at Juilliard for four years, becoming the perfect ballerina you had strived to be. And when you returned, the Seoul Ballet Company practically begged you to dance for them.
You accepted the offer calmly, but deep down the little girl who had fallen in love with dance was screaming. You have finally achieved your dream.
You were perfect. Life was perfect. It was fulfilled, and you didn’t need anything more.
Right?
You had your fair share of relationships, but nothing ever serious. Not when your life centered around ballet. Your career was always the main reason your relationships ended, but you couldn't care less.
Men didn't make you happy, dance did.
And you knew that for a relationship to work, you would have to find someone just like you. Busy, determined, focused, perfect.
One night, after many glasses of wine, you realize your standards are extremely unrealistic.
Which, they are.
So you decided to give up on dating.
But often, when it’s late at night, you find yourself lonely. You thought about getting a cat, which you had been excited about. But your bitchy landlord didn’t allow it. So instead, you found comfort in watching old movies.
They came on after dark. The black and white glow illuminating your small living room. You would come home from practice, tossing your bag by the front door before jumping onto the couch. Snacks in one hand, a glass of wine in the other, and your eyes glued to the flatscreen. You would stay up late, watching Audrey Hepburn explore Rome or enjoy a breakfast at Tiffany's until you fall asleep.
You’d wake up at 8:00 am, sluggishly getting ready for the gym before chugging your espresso. You’d work out, maybe some pilates or weight training, then grab some lunch. Sometimes you would come home and take a nap, sometimes you would hang out with friends, but often you found yourself lounging by the cafe.
People watching had became your favorite activity.
You’d sit in the uncomfortable metal chair, your chicken salad sandwich sitting untouched on the table in front of you, and you’d watch as people went about their day.
The cafe was placed across the street from a tall building full of luxury apartments, which you bet probably allowed cats. Yes, you were still bitter about that.
One specific day, when you were sitting in the familiar metal chair, you found yourself watching someone intently.
He was quickly walking down the sidewalk, carefully dodging people as he carried a brown bag full of groceries. You gasped as a stranger ran out in front of him abruptly, knocking his belongings to the floor.
You scoffed as the person he’d crashed into walked past, not even offering to help. And your feet almost moved on their own as you walked straight over to help him gather his groceries.
Little words were exchanged, “Thank you.” “You didn’t have to do that.” “Have a nice day.” You assumed he didn’t pay much attention to the interaction.
But you did.
There was something so captivating about him. Something so endearing that captured your attention, something you couldn’t quite describe.
Since then, you often hoped to see him again.
You just didn’t expect to see him in the front row at your ballet.
That was a surprise.
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃 𓈒 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
“Pspspsps!” You rubbed your fingers together, bending down to the ground, “Come here, Elisabeth. Pspsps!”
The fluffy white cat came around the corner, eying you with skepticism as you motioned her to approach you. She was a sassy girl and didn’t fully trust you yet, but that didn’t bug you.
She was honestly intimidating.
You smile widely as she walks towards you, happy to finally make a connection with her. But as she walked past you without even a glance, you sighed, watching as she planted herself in front of your boyfriend's feet.
You stood up and rested your hands on your hips, "She'll love me one day." You watched as she rubbed against In-ho's legs, a quiet purr causing a small smile to form on your lips.
She is intimidating, but she sure is cute.
In-ho keeps his gaze on you, watching how you slightly pout at Elisabeth's adorable nature. His heart flutters, something that's becoming increasingly common in the last five months of your relationship.
It has been five months since your ankle fracture, which is now completely healed thanks to In-ho's firm instructions to rest. You honestly think he just didn't want you to leave his apartment, but you weren't complaining.
Five months since your shared kiss that ultimately changed both of your lives. You moved in after about three months, which turned out to be a great idea, despite everyone saying it was too soon. When he first brought up the question, you were skeptical. But as soon as he mentioned an in-unit washer and dryer, you took the key.
Your mother was concerned at first, especially about the age gap. But you brushed it off. In-ho was quite literally perfect for you, as were you for him. Age didn't matter to you when you both completed each other's heart.
The first thing you did when you moved in was decorate. Not his entire apartment, obviously, but you did go to Home Depot and buy a few plants.
Cat-safe, of course.
Once your ankle healed, you went back to dancing. And, just like before, every Friday In-ho would watch you practice. Though he doesn't sit in the back anymore, he sits front and center.
After your practice, he always gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, tulips. He would take your bag with his arm around yours, and you would walk to your apartment together.
Life was, simply put, perfect.
It was bliss. A happiness that was only obtained when you brought down your walls and let a stranger in. A stranger who captured your heart, mind, and everything in between.
When you first discovered his collection of old films and music, you could've sworn you fell in love with him just then. You knew you were perfect for each other already, but the shared interest solidified that.
Nights aren't lonely anymore. Not when your bed is shared by the man who you adore, and a fluffy white cat who is determined to sleep with you.
His arms are wrapped around you, your back pressed to his chest as he holds you tight. His head nuzzled into the back of your neck as he snores, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as you dream.
Your legs are tangled, intertwined under the covers as your hearts beat the same rhythm. Your hands are wrapped on top of his, the feeling of being in his arms familiar and comfortable. It would be impossible to sleep without each other, you both knew that.
So when In-ho sits you down on a warm June night and explains he has to leave for a work trip, you cry. I know, it's dramatic. But you had spent the last five months in each other's presence. Holding each other, kissing each other, making love on the very bed you sleep in together. Where you went, he followed. Where he traveled, you joined.
You needed him. He was the air that filled your lungs, giving you breath. He was the blood that flowed through your veins and pumped your heart, giving you life. He was your soul, your mind. He had you wrapped around his finger, and you knew it.
Vice versa, you were his whole being. He based every decision around you, around your future together. He's made sacrifices you couldn't even imagine. He went from letting the games be the center of his life, to you being the center of his universe.
You were all he could think about.
Important business meeting about the upcoming games? Forget it. In-ho is at home making Kimchi with you, having forgotten all about it.
Meeting with the V.I.P's? What meeting. In-ho is too busy indulging in his desire with his tongue deep in your core, a hand clamped around your throat.
You were his sole purpose on this earth. Where you walked, flowers bloomed behind you. Wherever you went, the sun would shine. In-ho felt he didn't deserve you. No, he knew he didn't deserve you.
He never told you that though. Of course, if he did, you would smack him upside the head, "Seven days? Where are they making you go?" You cried into his shoulder, your body resting on his lap as he sat back on the plush couch.
His heart breaks a little at the sound of your cries, his thumb brushing away the tears that fell, "I just have to host this private game. I'll be back so soon, I promise." Your cries didn't change, his shirt dampening as you snuggled deeper into his chest, "I will call you every chance I can. I promise."
You looked up at him, giving a pathetic sniffle as you spoke, "When do you leave?" You sit up fully now, straightening your top. He rubs his big hand over your arm, watching as goosebumps trail behind.
He looks up at you, a hand fiddling with your exposed bra strap, "Tomorrow morning." He sighs as he watches a pout form on your pretty mouth, his thumb brushing over your lips.
"What do I do while you're gone?" You pull his hand from your face, holding it in your own as you play with his fingers.
In-ho hasn't failed to notice how his pants tightened since you've been sitting innocently on his lap, your hips slowly rocking as you sobbed into his shoulder moments ago. You knew it too. The second he played with your bra strap, the emotion in the air changed from angst to lust.
And if he was going to be gone for seven days, might as well enjoy the night, "Come here." His voice was low and demanding as he took his hand from your grasp, taking a hold of your side.
Your mouth parted as his hand moved down, softly caressing every curve of your perfect body. Though his eyes stayed peering into your own, watching your reaction to every touch.
He smirked as you gave a breathless gasp, his hand pinching your hip as you slowly grind your hips down. His hard cock rubbing against your desire raises an all-too-familiar feeling in the deep of your stomach.
Wordlessly, his hand comes behind you, laying you down on the couch as he stands up. Towering over your body as he unbuttoned his shirt, your eyes trail across every inch of exposed skin.
He moves between your legs, his hands coming to your face as he pulls you into a needy kiss. Your hands find his back, your fingers rubbing, digging into his skin as he fucks your mouth with his tongue.
He pulls away, breathlessly moving his hands down to the hem of your shirt. You watch with lustful eyes as he tugs your top up and over your head with one swift motion. His hands find your bare skin, pinching and squeezing your sides with hunger in his dark eyes.
Heat pools between your thighs, your hand sneaking under your panties as In-ho unhooks your bra swiftly. He leans back, taking you in awe as he trails his eyes over your body.
He gives a small laugh at the sight of your hand slowly fucking yourself, "Tsk, as much as I love seeing you do that, you will have seven days to do it. Tonight, you don't have to do a thing."
Your eyes snap open as he dips his hand under your panties and over your own, moving your hand up to your parted mouth. He pushes your hand towards your lips, a smirk evident on his own as he puts your delicate fingers inside your pretty mouth.
He sighs as you taste yourself, the heat becoming unbearable between your goose-bumped legs, "See how sweet you taste? Do you see why im starved all the time?" He kisses your jaw between his words, his hands slipping off your bottoms, your panties gone with it.
He stands again, tossing your clothes into a pile, his bottoms going with it. He towers over the couch, intimidating you like he did all those months ago.
You sit up, your small hands delicately reaching up and leaving tiny bolts of electricity on his abs as you trace down. You take your thumb, wiping the precum from his sensitive tip. His head falls back just from that touch alone, and as desperate as he is to see your lips swollen and wrapped around him, he remembers his promise.
You lean down, your lips centimeters away from his length when his strong hand pulls your chin up, "You aren't doing a thing, remember?" You whine, his strong arms laying you back down on the couch.
He comes between your legs again, lifting your hips up as he traces his cock between your pussy. The sound of your slick fills his ears, and a small "fuck" falls from his lips. It takes everything in you not to buck your hips, the need becoming irresistible as he lines himself up with your core.
He takes a hand and lifts your face, desperate to see your pretty eyes as he fucks into you. As he sinks in, the familiar feeling of ecstasy overtakes him as he stretches you.
He sets a rhythm, fucking you as he stares into your eyes, your eyebrows raised and mouth agape as your hips meet with a slap. His free hand comes behind your waist, supporting your legs as you meet his thrusts.
In-ho didnt fuck.
He made love.
And that shit was passionate as fuck.
His eyes never left yours. Not once. Not even when he places a hand on your stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock deep in your womb. You, on the other hand, writhed beneath him. Your moans filling your shared apartment, mixing with the pornographic sounds from In-ho,.
Your head sank back into the couch, your hand coming to hold his own as he quickened his thrusts. His other hand that supported you moved to your clit, pressing and rubbing perfectly over your sensitive bud.
If there was one thing about In-ho, it's that he's determined to make you cum with him.
Every. Single. Time.
So when his hand reaches your clit, you know he's close, "In-ho, please- god. Please don't stop." You didn't yell or scream. Your voice was sultry, full of desire.
He throws a head back at your words, his warmth spilling deep into your womb with one final deep thrust as you clench around him. You meet him, finding your own ethereal as you reach your climax.
He whines with his thrusts as he slows down, emptying into your tight core, "When... when I'm gone." You furrow your eyebrows, catching your breath as he pulls out of you, "This next week, when I'm gone."
He lays with you on the couch, pulling you to lay on his chest, "Whenever you need me, I want you to use your pretty little fingers and fuck yourself while you think about this moment." You blushed, despite just taking his cock only a moment ago.
He brings his hand to your face, his thumb parting your lips, "Can you promise me that?" Your eyes slightly water, remembering why you were even crying in the first place.
"I promise." Your voice was a whisper, smiling up at In-ho as he kissed your forehead. You take a deep breath, realizing just how much he means to you. Just how much you need him.
If only you knew.
𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃 𓈒 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒
An: I actually wrote most of this during my mom's colonoscopy LMFAO. Also, guys imma be so fr with you, I'm so tired lmao. But here! The long-awaited part 2 which is basically just fluff to smut lmao. I've never been one to really write part twos (I hate feeling like I HAVE to write because then it turns into a chore) BUT I actually enjoyed writing this one. Im gonna work through my requests and also please join my taglist! Love you guys!
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OMG I WAS CRAVINGG FOR THISS I LOVEE ITTT SO MUCHHHH 🩷🩷
BREEDING — HWANG IN-HO
WARNINGS: Soft In-ho, slightly OOC, mentions of sex, pregnancy, the baby is a boy (for plot reasons), Breeding kink. A/N: I am eating, sleeping, and breathing squid games rn. It’s in my blood stream. Please give me more ideas y’all.
ꨄ After the loss of his first wife and unborn child, In-ho was completely destroyed. He thought he would never find love or have the chance to have a child of his own again…until he met you.
ꨄ While you probably fell first, In-ho would fall harder. Someone who sees a different side of him? Someone who isn’t a cold-blooded killer? He is completely whipped.
ꨄ You probably met outside the games, having no idea what your lover does for work—which he wants to stay that way…kind of. While In-ho doesn’t want you involved in his work at all, you deserve to know the truth, right?
ꨄ Will eventually tell you the truth, and couldn’t be happier when you accept him anyways. He vows to never show you the cold heartless frontman he has to be for the games.
ꨄ Once the two of you are married, In-ho goes crazy for your body. I mean you two had sex before marriage…but now? Man, he absolutely worships your body, as if you’re a goddess.
ꨄ In-ho fucks his cum into you, making sure not to waste a precious drop. He wants it to take after all. Will tell you how beautiful you would look carrying his children while he pounds into you.
ꨄ Really wants to get you pregnant and have a child with you, more than anything. So when he hears the news after returning from one of his ‘trips’ to the island, he is overjoyed.
ꨄ Makes sure your every need is met. If he can’t cater to you, he’s making sure his servants or the circle guards are waiting on your hand and foot. Only the best for his queen.
ꨄ Might even bring you to the island to keep you safe through your pregnancy. He is going to make sure both you and your baby surivive the best he can.
ꨄ Once your son is born, he can’t stop holding him. He lets the little baby wrap its hands around his finger as he gently cradles him in his arms. He may be a cold-blooded killer, but to you, he is just your warm and caring husband.
EXTRA: Your son definitely becomes the next frontman whether you like it or not. In-ho can’t help it. It runs in the family.
Squid game and mha crossover !!
You can’t tell me this shit ain’t accurate
please tell someone has written a fic with soukoku having a bathroom scene™
con: im the biggest sweat over my interests you’ve ever seen and I have not loved something casually since my mild appreciation for orange juice was discovered as a compromise for apple juice not being on the menu at my local Ruby Tuesdays when i was in 4th grd
pro: the sweat smells of sweet vanilla and pink peony petals and I’ll never let a single stone of that media lay unturned.
con: im insufferable and never satisfied. I can always say more
pro: PLS INVADE MY INBOX WITH HEADCANONS PLS PLS PLS PL
THIS. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN. OMG I LOVE INHUN SO MUCH GUYS IM SHAKING GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE I LOVE THEM 😭💔
Why do you ship inhun? Does the ship make sense? I don't kinda see it but I guess there is something between them, I'd really like to know your thoughts about it
Hmm. Interesting question. I do think they “make sense” in a shippable way.
Note that if you’re not into not-entirely-sane ships then it might not appeal to you. However, I can try to answer what appeals to me. I’ll try to put screen caps or links but ngl I’m not gonna try hunting down all of it. Here’s the manifesto:
1. The narrative casting them as character foils
So each character in the show often not only represent themselves, but to some extent the show’s themes. Since before Gi-hun becomes a victor, he is shown to be discongruent with the nature of the games. The first “true” meeting between In-ho and Gi-hun happens to be at this point in S1:
Mind you when this occurs, it’s after the gamemakers deliberately starve the players to incite violence between them. Deoksu/101 just killed a man. This outcome is exactly desired.
In a way this is a microcosm of the rest of their ideological struggle — that being whether or not humans are inherently selfish and cruel.
We later see the theme again during the last fight scene, when Gi-hun reaches his hand out to Sang-woo. Not only is this a moment of ultimate compassion, but for In-ho who we see is an avid lover of the arts. What else does this resemble?
The painting, The Creation of Adam. Aka the creation of man. (Stick with me on this, I promise I’ll explain).
Notice that this shot not only resembles the painting on a superficial level but in spirit. Adam is in repose and God is the one who reaches out, the one making the most effort to make a connection. In-ho’s face isn’t visible but imagine how he, looking down on it, feels at the very moment:
It’s giving new religion. Later on, In-ho will say something along these lines:
Race horses. And yet, besides his brother, at this point Gi-hun is the very first person In-ho takes his mask off for, something he does not do for even the VIPs. This scene also comes after he kills a guard because “when they find out who you are, you die.”
This treatment marks In-ho’s transition into seeing Gi-hun as his only equal (and yes, In-ho is arrogant that’s kind of his appeal, I don’t believe he thinks that highly of the VIPs either).
Another aspect is that in their final scene at Il-nam’s death bed, they are kind of marked at the inheritors of Il-nam’s system.
Gi-hun leaves Il-nam to witness his one failure. In-ho closes Il-Nam’s eyes.
So it’s the end of S1. We don’t know a lot about In-ho. However we can assume a few things. Both he and Gi-hun are both victors and victims of the oppressive system. Both of them went through anguish after their victory (In-ho’s is mostly inferred, but there’s a deleted scene paralleling Gi-hun’s). Both of them failed to save what mattered the most. Both of them can’t move on from the games and returned. They both abandoned everything in their life for this pursuit.
In a way, there is no other person in the world than can understand them more than the other.
And here is where the character foil aspect comes in. Despite their similarities, their character arcs are the opposite. Gi-hun at the beginning was kind but flawed, an impulsive gambler who could steal money from his mother and disappointed his daughter at many turns. In-ho seemingly was a well-loved, upright citizen who made sacrifices for his family.
And yet, of the two the one who became cruel and heartless was In-ho. The one who became more self-less and compassionate was Gi-hun.
How does In-ho react to meeting his polar opposite? It could easily be hatred or disdain. Instead it’s well, my next point.
2. In-ho’s subtextual obsession with Gi-hun
Season 2 within the games is when most of us really saw the ship’s potential but there are many hints beforehand.
I and others have made some posts about In-ho’s wildly inappropriate actions towards Gi-hun even in S1. Why does he have to stuff the bank card in Gi-hun’s mouth, why does he send the invitation through a bouquet of flowers (actually he sends this invitation twice), why does he decide to physically be there when meeting Gi-hun in a limo on his birthday? A day, mind you, that he needs to be prepping for the games. In-ho doesn’t have to be there, he literally talks to Gi-hun through a speaker he could be in a nice hotel room. Somehow, it’s important for him to be there.
Can this be read as anything but a fixation?
Even when he joins the game his sole focus is on Gi-hun. He makes a concerted effort for Gi-hun to like him (playing hero, baring his true wounds, defending him from the ire of other players, even coming up with an flimsy excuse because he slipped up and called Gi-hun by his name). If he wanted to torture Gi-hun, he could easily turn the players against him. According to the director, his goal is:
But in front of our eyes he does shit like this:
He even bullies his guards:
Does that look like a hit to you 😭 I dare anyone to say that a different player would have passed. Especially when In-ho interceded in the first place.
Another victim:
And the looks. so many looks. You’re not behind a camera anymore, In-ho. Gi-hun can see you.
The one that makes me laugh the most is in the last episode of S2. Gi-hun is stressed about the vote, trying to come up with a plan, and In-ho is staring so hard he’s not even blinking, to the point where Gi-hun has to look at him.
And then again. Gi-hun is explaining about the control room upstairs. Meanwhile, In-ho:
He doesn’t even glance up. He just stares at Gi-hun until Gi-hun finally looks at him. Honestly this isn’t even all of them but I don’t have everything saved.
And the ending. Honestly this part is a bit heartwrenching and I think a few of us fans ignore it (I do too), but I’m trying to contextualize canon here. It’s interesting that despite how dangerous Gi-hun is – causing the disruption of the game, killing guards, and aiming to end the games on the whole – In-ho does not kill him. He has plenty of opportunities to. He even shoots his own guards to keep Gi-hun alive (despite Gi-hun in that moment running the rebellion). But he shoots Jung-bae instead and gives Gi-hun this last lingering glance.
Arguably, you can say In-ho does all this because he is sadistic. However, if that were the sole reason, then he has 400+ people he could similarly torture every year. Hell, he could have joined the games any year he wanted, too.
If it’s just an ideological struggle, then Gi-hun lost when he decided to sacrifice the X players for the greater good. Then, we are left to wonder what else he can want with Gi-hun that he has kept him alive.
The fact that the motivations are never stated and are subtext adds a layer to how fans are free to interpret it. Lots of kindling for our fire.
(I’m not necessarily planning to prove if it’s canon in this part, it’s just a treatise on why we see their potential due to this subtext).
3. Gi-hun’s reciprocity
I think if it were just a one-sided fascinating then there would still be shippers but simply not as much. The part that hits with Inhun is that In-ho’s efforts are not necessarily “unrequited.”
In the beginning of Season 2, Gi-hun has no one. He had been isolated for three years. He has no friends. He has no home. Consider this heartwrenching shot:
Gi-hun’s on the phone, calling the only person in the world he has a connection to, and he can’t even say a word to her.
Even before this, he was largely unappreciated. His mother was disappointed in him. His ex-wife resents him. Jung-bae his friend did not help him in his time of need. Sae-byeok was only in his life for a few days, but she was rude to him for a good part of that. Sang-woo – well Sang-woo is complicated. I don’t think he meant everything he said in the fight before the end, but I do think Gi-hun is the last person on earth he wants to meet after his failures. No one really talks to him kindly besides Ali which is more of polite friendliness than looking after him.
So as a #1 Gi-hun fan, it’s really nice to see someone just genuinely seem to want Gi-hun there? Not as a last resort or as an alternative, but the first pick (in a twisted way).
And Gi-hun is so receptive to it? I made a post about this before, but Gihun is starved for affection and I don’t think all that used to being treated gently. Despite knowing In-ho for a short time, he seems so. He just kind of… opens like a flower?
The first time he laughs in this season is over In-ho’s corny last name joke.
The look in that scene in general:
How he reacts to In-ho calling by hist first name:
Or when In-ho confides in him about what happened with his wife:
Or this one, when he’s dealing with the guilt of misleading all the players, and In-ho says this:
But also the moment in mingle where Gi-hun is so worried about In-ho, Jung-bae has to drag him into a room before the timer runs out. He wanted to risk it all I tell you.
And then, when everyone is calling out to him, In-ho only calls out for Gi-hun’s attention. Literally he couldn’t care about the others. He bee-lines to Gi-hun.
Or how he looks when In-ho shoots the guard for him:
Look at his face, and In-ho’s face when he gives In-ho the gun. They’re going to kill me.
4. The versatility
Finally, this is more of a meta point but it’s kind of fun that this ship doesn’t always have to be that serious? We can go from writing about deep at times darker themes of obsession and manipulation and whatnot and then turn around and clown on them for being total losers with a crush (affectionate). Usually, it’s the same person doing it. Like me in this essay. We can also just make AUs with no squid games and still have the freedom with keep the parts we like (be it obsession or devotion or a mutual understanding) and toss out the rest, and they still make sense. They just always make sense (to me).
Honestly there are stuff I had leave out because it would just maybe at tad too long-winded (as if I didn’t talk your ear off lmao).
Again, this is not an argument on whether it’s canon or not, it’s just an explanation of fanon perspective.
THIS BRO IM SO TIRED OF SEEING SQUID GAMES FANS W/ZERO MEDIA LITERACY BASH ON THE SHOW LIKE OH MY GOD
Something some people don't understand is that Squid Game is an ALLEGORY
Yes, many characters are very dictated (/doomed) by the narrative, beholden to their convictions, BECAUSE IT’S AN ALLEGORY.
Yeah, some things don't seem 100% realistic (although it's a fantastically well thought out world and story), BECAUSE IT’S AN ALLEGORY.
This story, these characters, THIS ENTIRE WORLD was meticulously staged TO SEND US A MESSAGE.
It's about capitalism. It's about classism. It's about the evil of hoarded wealth. It's about the dehumanization and infantilization of disadvantaged groups by privileged ones. It's about choice and autonomy, and how neither of those mean much - and yet, mean EVERYTHING - when all you have are bad choices. When all you've BEEN GIVEN are bad choices.
It's about the violence of poverty. About what people become when they have no other choice. About what people become when they don't have even the basics of life provided for them, the selfish beasts we must become to survive when those situations are imposed - and about how, then, we're blamed for it.
It's about the way we're pitted against one another while those in power sit back and watch. It's about the violence of consumption - specifically media consumption.
Of course In-ho is a little evil; HE EXISTS TO SHOW US WHAT HAPPENS TO NORMAL PEOPLE WHEN YOU FORCE THEM INTO THOSE CHOICES.
Of course Gi-hun trusts too easily, accepts Young-il as a friend despite that damning number on his chest; HE EXISTS TO SHOW US THERE’S ANOTHER WAY.
Who tf gave you permission to rip my heart out like that/j
Junho slowly dying from major injuries at the end of the series.
He can't run anymore. He couldn't even stand anymore. The base is quickly going up in flames. The others have evacuated, and the only ones left are;
Gihun, who's at the end of the group to make sure everyone is safe, (and that's means Inho and Junho)
Junho, who's practically dead weight and has no energy left due to his injuries,
And Inho, who is still holding onto his brother for dear life, injured but trying to carry his brother out with what strength he has left.
Junho collapses not even halfway through. Burning debris fell from the ceiling and hit Inho's leg.
Gihun rushes to them and tries to help them out. Inho can't carry Junho anymore, and Junho is not moving except for labored breathing.
Gihun is conflicted. He doesn't know what to do. He can't carry both of them and by the time he getd one out, it'll be too late for the other.
"Take Junho, Gihun-ssi"
"What?"
"There's no decision to be made. Take my brother and go!"
Gihun hesitates. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Junho spoke.
"Hyung?"
It was weak.
"W-why is it dark, hyung?"
Gihun let out a sharp gasp while Inho's ragged breathing was interrupted by what sounded like a strangled sob.
Gihun catches Inho's eyes, and they know.
Junho is not gonna make it regardless.
Gihun kneels down to Inho and tries, one last time.
"Let's go. You can still get out."
Despite everything, Gihun already knows the answer.
Inho doesn't respond. He just held his little brother tighter, carding his hands through the dirty hair of the modt precious thing he has left.
Gihun exhales and ran his hand through Junho's hair as well.
"I'll take care of your mother."
After sparing one last look at Inho, whose eyes are looking at his brother only, Gihun leaves.
The flames are getting closer to them, but Inho can't feel anything other than Junho in his arms.
"Hyung?"
"Y-yeah?"
"It's warm."
Junho nuzzles closer to his older brother. Inho does nothing but reciprocate.
"It is, isn't it?"
"I. Hah. I don't think our house had been this warm in a long time."
Ihno chuckles and sobs.
"Hyung?"
"Yes, Junho?"
"I'm glad you're home."
If I can rewrite this as a proper one shot, I'll be posting on ao3
🤭 I don’t know what it is with my fascination when it comes to movies or tv shows that clearly are normal like no superpowers and things related to that sort. I like the idea of there being at least 1 person. Even if it’s just a small percentage, someone out there in those shows, be it a main character or a background character, someone simply written to advance another characters characters and so on a copy and paste of the same damn thing over and over again. Oh god I’m droning on. Anyways basically I like the idea of someone in those worlds having a least a power or a hidden talent that could go as a power or a form of humans simply mutating 🤷🏽♀️
working on some things…
me after thinking of a new series idea and making it and abandoning the other one..
(yes this is me hinting a new series…. 😬😬😬)
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ — choi su bong
social media au || cupid3clipse
a/n : i forgot there was a photo limit for tumblr and i sort of used it all up so… this is gna go into pt. 3 unfortunately, stay tuned for more possibly tmr….. xx
ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ — Choi Su Bong
social media au || cupid3clipse
a/n : ignore the fact that this took about like two weeks to do.. this is js part one and there is more to come, lmk what u guys think of this feel free to give feedback. also i was wondering if i should add the rest of the thanos group (se mi, min su, gyeong su) and maybe the others? LET ME KNOW!!! hope u guys liked this xx
this social media au is KICKING my ass pls bear w me here i have like no clue what i’m doing. IM CRASHING OUT
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dom!thanos x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ p in v, overstimulation, cursing, unprotected sex (pls be safe), MDNI
a/n: was thinking about thanos’ hair color coming out while he preforming and sweating, he dyes his hair yes but sometimes his roots come in and he just buys a bottle of purple semipermanent spray to touch it up. or when ever you guys are have sex and you’ve been going for so long that he starts sweating the purple just streaming down his forehead and his neck.
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thanos is going in and out of you at an extremely fast pace the drugs he took earlier before his concert just flowing through his veins, he was already sweaty after the show but nothing too bad. the pills gave him stamina but also he can just normally go fast. the bed is hitting the hotel wall surely the people in the room over can hear— hell maybe the whole damn hotel can hear how loud your screaming out
“s-su bong!” you mewl out your nails clawing at his back which only made growls come from his throat. he breathing heavily into your ear matching your own pace of breath it’s all too much this was your second orgasm of the night but you’re having too much of a time to beg him to stop
“jesus you feel so fucking good.” he praises making you whine, louder than all the fans at his concert. thanos thinks you’re the best kind of high he’s ever had before, he’s admitted that to you before but now he truly he’s reminded all over again.
you both are sweating, the purple spray from his hair now dripping down his forehead and trailing to his neck the beads of sweat are purple instead of clear, you notice and it turns you on more? the dye was surely on the white pillow cases now
“fuck baby.. feel ‘s good.” he moans out which is rarely a noise that comes out of his mouth but when it does it’s your favorite sound similar to how his is your whines.
“m close” you blurted out and he nods in agreement his hips stuttering signaling his release is soon coming
“come on my cock baby. i know you can.” he encourages his words making that knot in your stomach snap making you cry out his name like it’s a prayer that only makes him fall apart “ah fuck!” he groans his movements coming to a stop his forehead falling onto yours
he falls beside you placing a kiss to your forehead the taste of his sweat mixed with yours in his taste buds, your so fucked out to say anything. but the silence is comforting.
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a/n: never in my life wrote smut so idk if this is good.. pls lmk anything about it, or give me tips. also god bless hyunjin that gorgeous gorgeous man. 😫😫
see now what if i js cook smth up w the plot of this ???
The worst edit i think I have ever made help.
SQUID GAME 457 FANFIC IDEA
Ok so it’s an au In-ho is this super rich business man, and Gi-hun is homeless, his mom had passed away and he wasn’t really living for anything. In-ho is walking to this business meeting or something and it really cold out like colder then it’s ever been and he passes this really attractive homeless man (Gi-hun) and that all I’ve got.
Butttt if you would like to write this pls @ my tumblr and let me know that ur writing it so I can read it!
I’m crying why didn’t he kiss 456
He a brat (in both ways)
Sry for the ABSOLUTE HORRIBLE quality 😘
Gi-hun: (Trying to teach Sang-woo how to relax) Okay, close your eyes and imagine you're on a beautiful beach. The sun is shining, the waves are gently lapping at the shore...
Sang-woo: (Eyes still closed, but tense) And there's probably a guy there trying to scam me with a timeshare. I need to calculate the present value of the offer and determine if it's worth the risk. Is the beach in international waters? What are the tax implications of off-shore holdings?
Gi-hun: (Sighs) Maybe try a different beach.
Sang-woo: Gi-hun, I need your help. I’ve made a terrible mistake.
Gi-hun: (Immediately alarmed) What? Did you…did you get involved in something illegal again? Did you bankrupt another company? Steal from your mother again?!
Sang-woo: (Sighs) I bought a plant. And I don’t know how to take care of it.
Gi-hun: (Blinks) ...You’re telling me that this is the life-altering crisis that requires Gi-hun's aid?
Gi-hun: You know, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if things had been different. If we hadn't ended up where we are.
Sang-woo: Probably the same thing. You'd be borrowing money from me, and I'd be regretting every financial decision I've ever made. The only difference is maybe we'd be arguing in a nicer apartment.
Gi-hun: Hey! I paid you back! …Mostly.
Gi-hun: Sang-woo, I screwed up, big time.
Sang-woo: Gi-hun, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.
western games in squid game would be sick. Grounders, red rover, camouflage, octopus/british bulldog. That would be baller to watch ngl