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⋆·˚ ༘ .⋆𖥔 ݁ ˖۶ৎ dae ho x reader | fluff !

"You look so cute!" you sqeualed, practically vibrating with jitters as you braided your boyfriend's hair while he sat between your legs, his head just below your chin.

"You're just saying that." he chuckled, but his pink cheeks and the way he tried to hide his smile gave him away almost instantly.

Your fingers intricately weaved the dark strands into basic little braids, braiding random sections on his head.

"You're moving again." you giggle, playfully reprimanding him by nudging his side with your leg.

"Well you're taking a while." he sighed dramatically, trying to look up at you through his eyebrows–which only ended up making him seem a little...crosseyed.

"I'm impatient."

"I know." you smiled, grabbing one last elastic from beside you before tying up the last piece of hair you were working on.

"Done–"

He was up before you could even finish your sentence, rushing over to the bathroom as if it were the first time he's seen himself.

You walked in on him silently admiring himself, shaking his head so he could watch his braids bounce around on his head.

"You're right–I do look cute." He smirked, smoothing out the side of his hair with his palm–winking at the mirror.

"They should put you in a commercial." You laughed, walking up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Really? Model material?" He replied, his eyes lighting up like a puppy seeing it's owner after a long day. You tried not to let out another laugh at his expression, his smile triggering your own.

"Totally model material."

"Heh–yeah yeah, I know." He replied, shrugging his shoulders, feigning nonchalance as if your compliment didn't make him all giddy and jumpy.

"Wanna let me try yours next?"

"You want to braid my hair?"

"Yeah."

Your smile widened, his hopeful expression making your heart clench...how could you even think to say no to him?

"Rubberbands on the bed." You sighed, pretending to be all huffy and puffy about it–knowing you were just as excited as he was.

You don't think there'd ever be a day you wouldn't let him do what he wanted. It was worth it to see him happy–even from the most mundane of things. Especially hearing his high-pitched yell your name, calling you back into the room so he could get started. You loved it. And he loved you more.

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hey.. how yall doin

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I love your fics especially your se-mi ones I have no ideas for se-mi fics yet can you pls do more!!! Your fanfics are so awesome so edible

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♡･ﾟ₊ title: house rules

♡･ﾟ₊ pairing: se-mi x fem!reader

♡･ﾟ₊ au: sleepover monopoly to kinky confession

♡･ﾟ₊ genre: soft smut, teasing, playful dominance, fluff at the end

♡･ﾟ₊ warnings: explicit sexual content, consensual rough play, mild degradation, mention of bondage, language

♡･ﾟ₊ summary: it just starts as a harmless midnight monopoly game, but when dares get increasingly personal and secrets spill, you find yourself confessing your deepest kink to se-mi. she doesn’t laugh at you like you thought she would. instead, she pins you down, makes you beg, and shows you exactly how badly she wants you. and by morning, you’re hoping you never win again.

all of this tonight started with a joke.

“monopoly?” you ask, one eyebrow cocked, slumped on se-mi’s futon in your hoodie and shorts, legs tangled under a fleece blanket.

she rolls her eyes, digging through her closet for the dusty box like she’s already regretting it.

“you’ll regret this,” she warns. “i never lose.”

you smirk. “maybe you’ll regret playing against someone who plays dirty.”

by 11:45 p.m., the board’s out, the snacks are dwindling, and se-mi has successfully bought half the orange and red zones. she’s sipping sprite from a wine glass and lounging back with the confidence of someone who thinks this is all a metaphor for real estate power. you hate how hot she looks like this. brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted, hoodie sleeves pushed up her toned arms. bold and stubborn, headstrong and hot headed. but she’s soft around you lately. she leans into you without thinking, she lets her fingers linger too long when she hands you chance cards, and she laughs when your thigh bumps hers and doesn’t move away.

“you keep looking at me like you’ve got a secret,” she says, not looking up as she counts her fake bills.

you shrug. “maybe i do.”

midnight comes and goes. the lights stay low and neither of you bring up the fact that you could easily go home. instead you dig deeper, drop all pretense of strategy and turn the game into something else. she raises the stakes every time she beats you, one dare for each property lost. you’ve already posted a video of yourself pretending to moan se-mi's name on tiktok. she’s already licked whipped cream off your finger.

“truth or dare,” she says, stretching her arms back, hoodie riding up just enough to flash the skin of her stomach.

you try not to stare. anddd fuck, you already failed at that. “truth.”

“what’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever wanted someone to do to you?” she says it so fast, so casually, you blink like you misheard.

you suck in a breath. your heart hiccups in your chest, she’s not joking. her gaze is steady, but her lips are slightly parted like she’s already imagining whatever you might say. your mouth is dry.

“i…” you shift, fingers tightening around the pillow in your lap. “i’ve always wanted someone to pin me down. not… like, in a scary way. but in a way that makes me feel like they need to.”

she doesn’t interrupt or mock you. her face softens, eyes narrowing just slightly like she’s focusing.

you breathe slower. “i want someone to be rough with me because they want me so badly they can’t help it. like, push me against a wall. make me beg. call me names. own it.”

the air goes quiet and the game board is long forgotten.

“fuck,” she whispers.

you look up. “what?”

she doesn’t say anything, she just stares at you.

“do you want me to do that to you?” she asks finally.

your breath catches, and your lips part as you nod.

se-mi swallows. her jaw tightens. “tell me what you want me to do. every detail.”

you whisper it, slowly. her hand creeps over your thigh, steady and purposefully. when you reach the part about wanting her hand wrapped around your throat. not to hurt you, but to own you. her pupils dilate.

“okay,” she says, voice hoarse. “get on your knees.”

you drop the pillow and crawl between her legs on the carpet. her hoodie brushes your cheek as she leans forward and threads her fingers through your hair, tugging gently.

“look at you,” she murmurs. “you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

you whimper when she kisses you. it’s brutal and wet. teeth and tongue and dominance, and she moans like she’s finally breathing after holding it in for too long. she pulls you onto her lap, hoodie on, shorts off. her fingers slide under your waistband, slow at first, until you’re gasping, grinding down into her palm.

“needy girl,” she mutters into your neck. “you like when i talk to you like this?”

you nod frantically. “yes. yes, se-mi, please–”

she flips you onto your back and presses her thigh between yours. she holds your wrists down against the floor with one hand while the other slips beneath your hoodie and plays with your breasts. you’re panting, whining, arching.

“you’re gonna come just from this?” she teases. “what a good little slut.”

your stomach tightens and your legs twitch.

“god, you love being used, huh? i bet you’d let me do anything.”

“i would,” you gasp. “i would. please–”

her fingers slide in, just two at first. your hips buck.

“look at me,” she says.

you do. she kisses you again. deeper and hungrier. fingers curling inside you, thumb teasing your clit in circles that make your vision blur.

“come for me,” she says roughly. “right now.”

you break apart with a cry. it pulses through you, intense and warm and so wanted you almost sob from it. she doesn’t let go. she keeps kissing your jaw, whispering filth and sweetness into your ear.

“you did so good,” she murmurs, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “so perfect for me.”

you cling to her. breathless, trembling, and most of all happy.

later, curled up beside her under a mountain of blankets, you whisper, “was this a one time thing?”

she looks down at you. smirks.

“not unless you want it to be,” she says, voice still rough from earlier. “but next time? i’m tying you up.”

you blush hard enough to glow in the dark.

“i hate monopoly,” you whisper.

she laughs. kisses your forehead.

“house rules,” she says. “you lose, you confess a kink. and i make it come true.”

you’re never winning again.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

(^_^) likes = monopoly rematch, the loser confesses another kink

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Cooking With Team Thanos

Se-mi x fem!reader x team thanos roommates au

Summary: your girlfriend invites you over for dinner except her or her roommates (Thanos, Namgyu, minsu and gyeong-su) cannot cook

If you don’t like this plz keep scrolling. I am by no means a writer I just do this for fun hehe

@s1ut4adamstanheight you inspired this THANK YOU!

You got a text from your girlfriend around 10am

“What are you doing tonight, baby”

“Hmmmm nothing hehe”

“Come over for dinner”

“YAY!! I’m off at 6, I’ll text you later sem-sem🥰”

“Okay, see you then y/n/n. I love you”

“HEHEHE i love you”

You couldn’t help but feel giddy all day at work. You love spending time with your girlfriend. You two had met through Thanos while at a party. He set you two up that night. She asked you on a date and it went from there.

You also love spending time with se-mi’s roommates. They’re loud, chaotic, friendly, funny and sweet. You love them like brothers and they love you like a sister. They’re so happy that Se-mi has found someone who makes her so happy. Se-mi actually treats them like human beings now that you’re around.

Your shift feels extra long today, but your plans after work keep you going.

When your shift ends you immediately drive home. You send Se-mi a quick text letting her know you’re just freshening up and heading to her place. Your apartments weren’t far from each other, roughly a 10 minute drive.

About a half an hour later you’re ready to go and make your way to your girlfriend’s apartment.

You let yourself in since Se-mi had given you a key

“Y/N!!”

“YOOOO Y/NNNNN”

“Hey y/n”

“hi y/n”

“Hey everyone!”

“Hello my baby”

“Hiii sem”

You give her a kiss and nuzzle into her embrace

“Alright what are we cooking?”

“We got ingredients for spaghetti bake. We knew you liked it and wanted to give it a try. Now, you leave this kitchen and let us get to work”

“Aww you guys remembered”

“Actually se-mi remembered”

“Cmere my sweet baby”

You give her another kiss and thank her.

The thing about Se-mi is that she remembers all the little things. You once told her your favourite childhood tv show? She‘ll watch so you guys can watch it. You showed her a funny tiktok about your favourite YouTuber? Suddenly she asks if you want to watch their videos before bed. She just loves you so much and wants to make you happy

“Okay let’s get cooking”

“Step one; Preheat oven to 350°. Grease a baking dish with cooking spray. In a large pot of boiling salted water, cook spaghetti, stirring occasionally, until al dente according to package directions. Drain and set aside. This shit gonna be eassssyyy namsu”

“Oh god”

“Imagine Thanos burns down the kitchen”

“We don’t have to imagine, that’s probably gonna happen”

“Guys no this is gonna be fun. Think of it as a bonding moment for you all. I’ll be in Se-mis room if you guys need any help”

“Don’t be silly, you’re our guest. Now, go take a nap or watch something on my tv”

Everyone groans as they start prepping. As the gang keeps reading from the cookbook they realize this might be harder than it looks. They want to ask for your help but they invited you as a guest and they simply couldn’t ask you to make your own dinner at their house.

“Okay team we gotta lock in! Minsu what’s the next step my brother”

“Step 2 says in a large skillet over medium heat, heat oil. Add onions and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened and translucent, about 7 minutes. Add garlic and cook, stirring, until fragrant, about 1 minute more. Add beef and Italian seasoning; season with salt and pepper. Cook, breaking up meat with a wooden spoon, until no longer pink, about 8 minutes… what does any of that mean”

“We got this! We got this… We got this?

“I don’t think we do”

“This is gonna be a disaster”

“I guess we just gotta do it”

Just as they all thought luck was finally on their side Thanos and Namgyu start pushing one another. After a punch to the chest down went Namgyu after Thanos shoved him into the front of the stove, with instinct he grabbed a hold of the first thing he saw, which just so happened to be the huge pot of meat and marinara sauce they had sitting aside.

The red sauce not only flew across the entire kitchen, covering everything in sight, but landed all over a very confused y/n as she walks into the kitchen for a glass of water.

The whole room went silent, no one dared to speak. Everyone just looked at you, wide eyed and scared, like a deer caught in headlights. You take your finger and wipe it on your cheek, then tasting the sauce off of your finger.

“This is good you guys, you might need a dash of onion powder though”

They all looked at you in disbelief, blinking to make sure they saw that correctly. Were you not mad? Are you gonna kill them? What is happening?

“Y/n, you’re covered in sauce… why are you so calm”

“Oh please, I knew none of you would actually pull this off”

“OKAY OUCH?

“Damn”

“I kinda get that”

“Makes sense”

“Why are we incapable of doing literally anything”

“Se-mi it’s okay… I mayyyy or mayyyy not have ordered a pizza about 10 minutes ago”

“So to sum things up… you had no faith, zero faith, absolutely no faith in us at all?”

“Correct”

“I can’t even be offended I just watched you get absolutely obliterated by our marinara sauce”

“I’m gonna go shower, hopefully the pizza will be here when I’m done”

You scurry back down the hallway making your way to the bathroom. You can’t help but laugh, no matter how hard they try they just can’t do it. It’s honestly cute, the amount of effort they put into impressing you is beyond crazy. Sweet but crazy.

The gang starts cleaning up all of their lost progress. Of course something like this would happen, there’s never a dull moment in this apartment. They feel a wave of disappointment, they couldn’t even make your dinner without something going wrong. What kills them the most is how calm you are about everything. They don’t understand how you kept your composure and didn’t immediately kill them all.

“Worst idea ever”

“Who even suggested we cook, none of us know how”

“I blame Se-mi”

“ME?? YOU IDIOTS DECIDED TO WRESTLE IN A KITCHEN WHERE COOKING WAS HAPPENING!”

“Guys let’s relax”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Ouu pizzas here I’ll get it”

Their heads all snap in your direction watching you run to the door. Man you were hungry.

“Cmon dig in! There’s lots of pizza to go around”

You take the pizza and make your way to the balcony. It was a beautiful summer night so why not enjoy it. You pass around the plates and everyone grabs a slice. After a few awkward moments of silence Minsu finally speaks up.

“Y/n we’re sorry we couldn’t cook your dinner”

“And for throwing marinara sauce at your face”

They all hang their heads low in embarrassment. You giggle softly and tell them it’s okay.

“You guys really tried your best and I’m so grateful for that”

“But we ruined your evening”

“Baby you didn’t ruin anything. I’m here with my girlfriend and my best friends eating pizza on a balcony as we watch the sunset. Nothing about that screams ruined evening”

“I guess you’re right”

“I’m always right”

And with that you all sat there and relaxed together. It wouldn’t be a trip to their apartment without something crazy happening.

You couldn’t be more appreciative to be apart of such a beautiful group.

This was lowkey balls but idc it’s for fun hehe

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it makes me laugh and pissed off at the same time that now most of the squid game fandom thinks that myungi is hot even though he did a lot of very bad things and that's okay but when season 1 came out and someone dared to think that sangwoo was hot it was unthinkable. (even though sangwoo did all that to survive)

i love hypocrisy

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MY BABYGIRL

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The Good Chaos

Se-mi X fem!reader

Basically how I would imagine dating my glorious queen se-mi and dealing with her roommates tehehe. If you don’t like this just scroll 😜

When you and se-mi first started dating it was like heaven on earth. She had a girlfriend, a best friend and soulmate all in one. The only thing that came between that were her roommates; Su-bong (Thanos), Namgyu, minsu and gyeong-su.

They always seemed to win you over when se-mi just wanted to spend time with her pretty girl.

One night you guys were cuddled up in se-mi’s bed watching your favourite movie. You were playing with her hair until you hear whispers from outside the bedroom door

“No you knock”

“I don’t want to knock she’s gonna kill me”

“Oh grow up and just knock Namgyu”

“…”

*knock knock knock*

Namgyu finally grew a pair and knocked on se-mi’s door. He never dared to look her in the eyes because he KNEW she was pissed. All she wanted to do was snuggle with her pretty girl and watch a movie. But instead her roommates have taken over her girlfriend again.

“This is like the millionth time this week. Please, give me back my girlfriend”

“We just want to show her something we taught the cat”

“Baby, it’s okay I’ll be back in 5 minutes I promise”

With that you give her a quick kiss on the lips and make your way to the living room behind the 4 fools.

Se-mi is beyond furious. First they needed to show y/n the hole they put in the wall while they tried to move the couch, then they needed show y/n how they fixed the hole in the wall and then finally they needed to show y/n the new coffee maker they all chipped in on together.

They were random idiots, but they were Se-mi’s random idiots. She’s happy her girlfriend and roommates get along, but lately they’ve been stealing her away more than usual. It’s almost like they need your approval on everything. They’re like children waiting for validation.

5 minutes quickly rolls by and you hadn’t come back to bed. Feeling lonely and neglected, Se-mi emerged from the bed and moped out to the living room.

Her sad expression is soon wiped away when she hears your laugh. God how she loved your laugh.

Her heart swells when she notices you’re the one doing the trick with the cat, pickles. You have a treat for pickles in your hand and you’re slowly moving it as you begin to walk forward. Right beside you is pickles, walking on his hind legs like a human.

“Ouuu good boy pickles!” You giggle as you finally give him the treat. He purs and makes his way to the couch

“So this is what you stole my girlfriend for?”

“Yeah”

“Mhm”

“Pretty much”

“…yea…”

“oh sem baby! Did you see that!! He walked!! To me!! On his legs!!”

“He must realllyyyy like you” she teases as she starts walking towards her bedroom again

You follow behind her, a pang of guilt sits on your chest. You know that getting along with Se-mi’s friends is all she wanted and lately you’ve been spending more time with them and leaving her high and dry.

“Can I come in”

“Always”

Your heart drops. Your precious girlfriend is curled up in bed, sulking, sighing and waiting for you to baby her. You notice it isn’t legitimate. This was her routine. The boys steal you away, she puts on a pout and she gets babied.

You hide your smirk and just give into her, how could you not she’s just so stinking cute.

“Awww does my poor baby want some cuddles and some kisses”

“Mhm. That would be nice” she says while pouting and making little grabby hands towards you

You lunge forward and fall into the bed. You wrap your arms around Se-mi’s waist as she lays her head on your chest

“I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry”

You both say at the same time. She laughs and kisses just below your ear. Your grip on her tightens, as if she’s gonna slip away and disappear.

Hours go by and you two are still cuddling, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. The room was peaceful, your favourite tv show playing and the soft snores coming from Se-mi made you gush. How could someone be so cute without even being awake.

As if right on cue her eyes flutter open and meet yours. You cup her cheeks and rub them with the pads of your thumbs. You both just stare, not in a creepy way, but in a calming way.

Just as she’s about to pull you in for a kiss-

*knock knock knock*

“You have got to be kidding me”

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DUDE MY MOM FREAKING BOUGHT IT FOR ME. IM GONNA HAVE A NAMLING IN MY WALLET WHAT THE FREAK

I jokingly made a debit card cover with this pic and now I’m actually considering paying for it 😭 do I fucking do it or naw

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This fandom got some weird ass ships. Like why am I seeing 011 x Masked officer. Like bro what I’m sorry but that’s so unserious to me 😭😭😭😭😭

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no one understands how badly I need se-mi and namgyu

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so im loving all of the smut and angst namgyu/thanos fics and drabbles, BUT WHERE IS THE FLUFF💔💔💔 LIKE GUYS SOMETIMES I WANNA JUST HOLD NAMGYU’S AND/OR THANOS’S HAND IS THAT SO WRONG☹️☹️☹️

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I miss my wife se-mi

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He had no reason being so fine in this scene 😫

He was literally just drinking water but goddamn 💦

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the boy

father!namgyu x f!reader

synopsis: namgyu being a boy dad <3

warnings: a few details are ooc for namgyu.

when you first told namgyu about your pregnancy, his reaction was no reaction.

all you got was silence.

gyu's usual 'confidence' (his fake confidence) faltered, replaced by a furrowed brow and a rare moment of vulnerability.

he didn’t speak for a full minute, just stared at the floor, hands stuffed and twitching in his pockets.

you could practically hear the gears grinding in his head, calculating what this meant for his life.

for months, namgyu struggled.

he’d mutter about how he wasn’t cut out for this, how a kid and how a son would tie him down.

he’d joke, half-seriously, about being a “cool uncle” for someone like thanos or gyeong-su instead, but you saw the fear in his eyes.

fatherhood felt like a cage to someone who thrived on the chaos of club life and drugs.

when jae was born, namgyu didn’t hold him right away.

he stood in the hospital room, arms crossed, watching you cradle the tiny bundle.

namgyu's expression was unreadable, but you caught the way his fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out but didn’t trust himself to.

it took a week before he finally picked jae up, and even then, it was with a hesitant, almost comical awkwardness.

he acted like he was handling a vip guest list he didn’t know how to manage.

the shift started small.

one night, when jae wouldn’t stop crying and you were exhausted, namgyu took over.

he didn’t say much, just paced the living room with jae against his shoulder, humming a beat from a club track that had been stuck in his head all week.

jae quieted, and namgyu’s smirk held a hint of pride.

that was the first time you saw him soften, the first time he realized he could be a father in some way.

namgyu’s love for jae isn’t traditional.

he’s not the dad who’s gushing over every milestone or snapping a million photos (though he does sneak a few candid shots on his phone, which he’ll never admit to).

guy's affection comes in quiet, practical ways, wrapped in his signature mix of sarcasm and sincerity.

he calls jae “little man” or “mini menace” instead of cutesy nicknames.

when jae babbles incoherently, namgyu responds like they’re having a serious conversation.

“oh, yeah? tell me more about your grand plans to drool on all of my expensive clothes.”

you catch him grinning when jae giggles back, clearly thrilled by the interaction.

namgyu’s hands, usually flipping through texts on his phone or twitching amongst themselves, have learned to be gentle with jae.

he’s meticulous about changing diapers...not because he loves it, but because he’s determined to be competent.

“i’ve handled drunk idiots, a dirty diaper from my own son isn't crazy,” he’ll mutter, even as he fumbles with the tabs.

you tease him, and he shoots back,

“you’re lucky i’m even doing this, y/n.”

he’s surprisingly good at soothing jae during meltdowns.

namgyu's voice, low and smoothing, becomes jae’s favorite to listen to.

he’ll sit cross-legged on the floor, jae in his lap, and murmur stories about anything stupid until jae’s sobs turn to hiccups.

you’ve walked in on these moments and felt your heart swell.

namgyu doesn’t notice you watching, too focused on his son.

physical affection isn’t his default, but with jae, he’s learning.

he’ll ruffle jae’s tiny tuft of hair or let jae cling to his finger during naps.

once, when he thought you weren’t looking, he pressed a quick kiss to jae’s forehead, then immediately glanced around like he’d been caught doing something illegal.

namgyu’s not big on baby talk.

he speaks to jae like an equal, which is both hilarious and endearing.

when jae babbles, namgyu nods seriously.

“solid argument, crazy head, but i’m still not letting you chew on my airpods.”

namgyu’s love for you, as the mother of his child, is less overt but just as deep.

he’s not the type to shower you with flowery words, but his actions speak volumes.

when you’re exhausted, he’ll wordlessly take jae for the night, telling you to “go sleep, vip, I'll handle it.”

you wake up to find him passed out on the couch with jae sprawled on his chest, both snoring softly.

gyu teases you relentlessly about your parenting skills, but it’s his way of showing affection.

“y/n, you’re gonna turn jae into a wimp with all those cuddles,” he’ll say, but then he’s right there beside you, sneaking an arm around your waist while you both watch jae sleep.

namgyu’s protective streak has grown since jae’s birth.

he’s always been a bit of a lone wolf, but now he’s hyper-aware of keeping you and jae safe.

he’ll check the locks twice before bed or hover a little closer when you’re out with jae, his usual laid-back vibe replaced with a quiet intensity.

late at night, when jae’s finally asleep, namgyu will pull you close, resting his chin on your head.

“we’re doing alright, yeah?” he’ll ask, voice soft.

it’s his way of checking in, of saying he loves you without saying it outright.

you nod, and he’ll kiss your temple, quick and subtle, before changing the subject to something mundane like what to eat for breakfast.

he’s learning to balance his career with fatherhood, which isn’t easy for someone who lives for late-night club promotions and last-minute bookings for people like thanos.

luckily, namgyu's sleep schedule makes it easy for him to stay up with the baby at night while you get to sleep.

namgyu, shockingly, has turned down a few gigs to stay home with you and jae.

though he grumbles and bitches about it, you can tell he doesn’t regret it.

namgyu’s patience is still a work in progress.

when jae throws food or cries for no reason, you see his jaw clench, but he’s gotten better at taking a deep breath and trying again.

“you’re testing me, jae,”

he’ll say, but there’s no real heat in it.

he’s fiercely protective of his time with jae.

if some club staff tease him about being “domesticated,” he’ll cuss them out.

overall, namgyu had to grow with his son in a way.

he loves you, and he loves jae just as much <3

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why is everyone comparing my dilf husband player 218 to that loser player 333…

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I jokingly made a debit card cover with this pic and now I’m actually considering paying for it 😭 do I fucking do it or naw

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"go to hell" is basic. "i hope the new season of a show you waited 6 months for erases the entirety of what you know about your favorite character, takes his obvious ptsd traits and uses them to instead call him a coward, and then kills him immediately after changing everything about him." is terrifying. it's possible. it happened to me and my friend kang daeho