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[devixncy]

heyo!! would it be okay to request a reader x thanos au where they meet in college :0 i think the idea is so cute!! （╹◡╹）

hi. this was requested a whileee ago im sorry. i lost inspiration but now i'm back i think. anyway hope this is okay!! :)

✧ pairing: choi su-bong x reader (college au)

✧ content: college au, mention of drinking/partying, thanos lowkey a jackass in the beginning but that's on brand, fluff/soft thanos at the end bc who would i be without it (someone send requests so i can write him like he really is), no squid game stuff

✧ word count: 4.1k

You didn’t expect your first day at university to feel so disorienting. The campus buzzed with students, laughter and the hum of conversation. 

It was your third year, but you were a transfer after having issues with your last college. This campus was much bigger, and you didn’t know anybody. You clutched the straps of your bag tightly, scanning your surroundings. Your major had a packed schedule, and the elective you chose was a last minute decision. 

You quietly slipped into the lecture hall just as the class was beginning. You’d gotten lost on your way to the building, but thankfully, you weren’t too late. Barely finding an empty seat, you hurriedly sat beside a guy that looked less than thrilled to be there. His hood was pulled up over his head and he leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest, looking bored as ever. 

Since it was the first day of class, your professor started going through the list of students to take attendance. Once he called out the name “Choi Su-bong,” the guy next to you lazily raised his hand up without even glancing up. 

You didn’t think much of it, until a few weeks later when you were randomly paired up with him for a semester project. You hated group projects. And it didn’t help that when your professor called out the assigned pairings, a girl behind you had whispered, “Yikes. Good luck.”

You needed the luck. It turned out that working with Su-bong was nothing short of complicated. And frustrating. Your first impression of him threw you off and left a bad taste in your mouth, but you didn’t let it deter you. 

“Hey, I’m (Y/N). Looks like we’re working together,” you said as you turned towards him in your seat, a small smile gracing your lips. 

Su-bong didn’t look up from his phone. “Yeah. Sure.” 

Your smile vanished almost instantly, realizing this was going to be more difficult than you thought. 

“Okay. Well. Meet me in the library after class and we can discuss our topic.” You picked up your bag and stood up, not waiting for a response or a chance for him to tell you no. 

Surprisingly, he showed up to the library. Late, but he showed. You were already sitting at a table, notebook out and ready to brainstorm. He sat across from you, carelessly throwing his bag down on the floor. He acted like he was doing you a favor by being there. You looked up, giving him a small smile that wasn’t returned. Shocking. With a sigh, you tried to break the ice. He clearly was not one for initiating conversation, so you made an attempt. 

“So…what topic should we pick for the project?” 

He just shrugged. “Whatever gets us through it.”

You frowned, picking up on his blatant disinterest. “I want to at least do a decent job, not just get us through it.” 

He didn’t look up from his phone, didn’t answer. You took that as you were going to be doing most of this project on your own if you wanted a decent grade. But to your surprise, he offered up a few topics a couple minutes later. You slowly nodded, adding on your own input and eventually the two of you came to an agreement. 

After your library session ended, Su-bong left hastily. You were still packing your things, and although you had your topic you felt discouraged. This was going to be a long process. 

At your next meeting, you were surprised to find him there first. He was seated at a corner table, coffee in front of him and dark circles visible under his eyes. As you approached, he didn’t greet you. You expected that. 

“You really don’t talk much, do you?” You tried to joke as you sat down and unpacked your laptop. 

“I talk. Just not when it’s a waste of time.” 

You frowned at the remark but chose not to engage. You opened the shared document that you’d created the day prior and turned the laptop towards him, showing him the outline that you started creating. His eyes flickered over to the screen, scanning over the document. Eventually, he pointed out one of the sections. “This section needs more citations.” 

You raised a brow. “I was getting to that. I’m still working on it.” 

“Just saying,” he said. “No one gives out points for intention.” 

You wanted to snap back. Instead, you bit your tongue and reached for your pencil case to pull out a couple highlighters. You had a few pages of articles printed out, and wanted to highlight and emphasize a few more passages. 

Su-bong stared at the brightly colored pens and scoffed. “What are you, twelve?”

You paused and glanced up at him from underneath your lashes, irritation flashing across your features. “Color helps me stay organized.”

He mocked you and you ignored it, continuing to use your highlighters anyway. 

Funnily enough, you saw him using your green one a few library sessions later when he thought you weren’t looking. 

A week into the project, you felt stuck. Your outline wasn’t flowing like you wanted it to, the sources were messy and you felt overwhelmed and behind. You hadn’t really meant to vent to Su-bong over text, but he was your project partner after all. 

“This isn’t working. I feel like I’m ruining the entire paper.” You had texted him. You expected silence (because that’s what you usually got) but instead, your phone dinged five minutes later. 

“Send me your draft.” 

That was all he said. It didn’t sound comforting, but it was something. So you added him to the document. To your surprise, by morning he had restructured basically the entire document. He fixed your cluttered thoughts, flagged your strongest points. What surprised you the most was the note he left at the end. 

“This isn’t bad. You just buried the good stuff. Don’t do that.”

Although it didn’t seem like it, it was the first compliment he’d ever given you. You stared at the words longer than you meant to. 

The next time you saw him, you tried to engage in conversation other than your project. “So, what do you do outside of class?” You tried asking, attempting to begin to figure him out. He was so closed off you couldn’t imagine what he did for fun.

“Is this part of the assignment?” He snapped back, and you pressed your lips into a thin line. You should’ve seen that coming. Without another word, you turned your attention back to your laptop. There was no use in trying to talk to him, and in all honesty you couldn’t wait for this to be over with. 

After a while, you reached into your bag to pull out your phone charger. When you couldn’t find it in its normal spot, you dug through all of the pockets to no avail. With a groan, you checked your phone battery. Three percent. You dropped it onto the table out of frustration. But then, without a word, Su-bong grabbed one out of his bag and threw it onto the table. You paused, looking at him from across the table. Cautiously, you grabbed it slowly as if he was going to pull it back out of spite. He didn’t. 

“...Thanks.” You mumbled, plugging it into the outlet next to you.

He gave you a half nod, arms crossing over his chest. “Don’t make it a habit.” 

Over time, you slowly started to notice cracks in his armor. While he was emotionally guarded, you noticed the little things. How he was always early even if he pretended to be disinterested, how he listened to you talk even if he didn’t respond. There were a couple times where you showed up and he had a coffee waiting for you in your spot (and he had noticed that you took your coffee with way too much sugar), but he never made eye contact or mentioned it. Once, you complimented his writing and although he brushed it off, you could still see the corner of his mouth twitch. And sometimes, though rarely, he would ask you questions. 

“So what made someone like you pick this elective?”

“My advisor said it would be a good way to get over my fear of public speaking.”

He huffed. “Could’ve just joined a drama club.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “You think I’d survive drama club?”

His lips twitched. Almost a smile. And that right there, made you believe you were actually making progress with him.

Another day in the library, you pondered asking him something that had been plaguing your mind. You’d heard the rumors–mostly from your professional yapper of a roommate, but still–he had been arrested as a juvenile, was into drugs, had a hard life. And maybe that’s why he was so closed off. He just didn’t want to get hurt and didn’t want people prying in his business. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked quietly, fiddling with your thumbs. He didn’t look up from his notebook.

“You can. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna answer.”

“Is it hard? Being back in school and still having people spread rumors about you and your life?”

Silence. It stretched between you, and you almost apologized until you heard him sigh heavily. 

“They’re not rumors. Everything you hear is true,” He still didn’t look up at you. “I was with the wrong crowd. Made a name for myself. Did time. Shit like that stays with you.” He shrugged nonchalantly. And he waited for you to judge him, just like everybody else did. That’s how it had been his whole life. 

But all you said instead was, “Thank you for telling me.” 

—

A week before midterms, Su-bong disappeared. You were met with unanswered texts, and he wasn’t showing up for meetings. It was beginning to frustrate you to no end. You didn’t want to seem clingy, and part of you was concerned. But even after voicing your worries, there was still no response. Just when you were about to give up, though, you found him sitting outside the library on the steps one night. He had a cigarette in hand, eyes red-rimmed. 

“You skipped out on me.” You said as you sat beside him. 

He didn’t look at you. “Go back inside.”

You were silent for a moment. “What’s going on?” You asked, not entirely expecting an answer. 

He didn’t respond at first. Then, he sighed, flicking his cigarette onto the ground. “It’s not important. But I had an interview for an internship. They background checked me, saw my record, and turned me down. It’s like I don’t even get the chance to prove myself,” he laughed bitterly. “Why am I even trying?” 

You frowned, looking at him sorrowfully. He picked up on it, because he shot you down without a glance. “I’m not asking for pity.” He snapped. 

“I’m not pitying you. I just truly feel sorry for you, Su-bong. I see how hard you’re trying. You deserve good things just as much as anyone else. Someone out there will give you a chance, you just have to keep searching.” You said sincerely, trying to lift his spirits. It seemed a lot of people in his life didn’t do the same. 

“You really believe that?” He asked after a moment, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t used to people believing in him. 

“I do.” You smiled as he finally looked at you, and for once it wasn’t a look out of irritation or to make a snarky comment towards you. He only gave you a small nod, but you could tell he knew you were being truthful. 

After that night, it was like the dynamic between the two of you had shifted. Su-bong still had his walls, of course, and you didn’t blame him. But you could feel the shift in the way that he sat next to you instead of across from you, lingered longer after library sessions, actually laughed at some of the things you said, and even replied to some of your texts instead of just reacting to them. You noticed it. He noticed it. And that’s why it was so jarring to him when you missed a meeting. 

In all fairness, you’d forgotten to text him. Your roommate had begged you to go to some party near the dorms, and after a week of midterms that felt like your own personal hell, you finally agreed. One night out can’t hurt, you told yourself. 

Su-bong sat in the library alone, tapping his tattooed fingers against the wood of the table. You’d been a little late before, but not like this. He still waited. Your shared google doc sat untouched. No message, no call, no you. By the time it hit ten o’clock, he packed up his things, jaw clenched with irritation.  “Knew it. Too good to be true,” he muttered to himself, more disappointed than angry. 

Meanwhile, you were throwing back way more drinks than you intended to. Your roommate was feeding them to you like candy, and they were equally as drunk. And you were having a good time initially. Until you weren’t. Your head was spinning, legs stumbling, the music pulsing way too loudly in your ears. 

Su-bong’s phone rang a little after one in the morning. He was going to ignore it, not even check to see who was calling. Something told him to check, though. He picked up his phone next to him on the bed, looking at the caller ID. ‘Project Partner.’ He’d forgotten to change that. Whoops. Then he frowned. Why were you calling him this late?

He swiped to answer. “What?”

“Su-bong..?” Your voice slurred softly on the other end.

There was a pause.  “…Where are you?” 

“I don’t know,” you admitted with a laugh, although you were miserable. You really didn’t know where you were. You somehow ended up without your roommate, outside, cold, and the streetlights were spinning. “I think I messed up. I missed our meeting, and I didn’t mean to, and—”

He cut off your rambling. “Are you drunk?”

“…Maybe.”

You could hear him sigh through the line. “Send me your location.”

“I didn’t know who else to call.”

He didn’t respond to that. Just hung up, causing you to pull your phone away from your ear and stare at the screen. Your heart sank, thinking maybe he wasn’t coming and you were going to end up sleeping on a sidewalk. You sent him your location anyway.

But ten minutes later, a car pulled up. It was him, still wearing that same signature hoodie with the hood up. His eyes were scanning you for injuries before you could even say hi. 

“You’re not hurt?” He asked. 

“No,” you mumbled, arms crossed over your chest to try to fend off the chill in the air. “Just embarrassed.” 

He sighed and reached over, opening the passenger door. “Get in.” You obeyed, sliding into the seat. 

“I didn’t know you lived off campus.” You murmured, leaning your head back against the headrest. He didn’t say anything. The car ride was silent. 

“Next time at least lie and say it was an emergency.” He said quietly, and you glanced over at him. 

“Would you have come?” You asked innocently. He didn’t answer, but his hands gripped the wheel a little tighter. 

The next morning, you woke up on your couch with a blanket draped over you, wearing a hoodie that wasn't yours, and a bottle of water on the table in front of you. A sticky note clung to the plastic. 

“Drink up. We have work to do. -SB”

You blinked at the note, then down at the fabric of the sweatshirt, then at your roommate who peeked into the room with a knowing grin. “He practically carried you in here, y’know. You were sooo far gone,” they said as you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “He was like some weird, pissed off bodyguard.” 

You looked up, raising a brow. “Did he say anything?”

They shook their head. “Nope. But he made sure about a million times that this was the correct dorm because I don’t think he believed you. Didn’t leave until you showed him your keys as proof and made sure you were inside. Take that as you will.” 

You stared at the bottle in front of you. Maybe you were just reading too much into it, but this wasn’t just about the project anymore. And you knew it. 

After that night, neither of you really spoke about it. But there were unresolved feelings that you were itching to get out. Instead, you pushed your focus to finish the project. The final week was coming faster than expected and presentations were in a couple of days. 

Your last meeting in the library consisted of running through the outline and checking citations. You double checked everything so many times Su-bong almost had to rip the laptop out of your hands. Once you were satisfied, you closed your laptop and looked at him. 

“We make a pretty good team, don’t you think?”

He shrugged. “I think you deserve most of the credit. You carried me.”

You rolled your eyes at that and gave him a playful shove. “Shut up, you contributed just as much,” you said and then paused. “We should celebrate when it’s over.” 

His smile faded, just a little bit. “You mean like, just us?”

Your heartbeat quickened. “Yes. Just us,” you said as you watched him hesitate. “You don’t have to say yes,” you quickly backtracked, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “I just thought…I don’t know. I really do like you, Su-bong.” You finally admitted, thinking you probably should’ve waited until after the project was over. 

He stared at you for a moment, going through a million emotions. Then, he reached out, fingers brushing yours. “Y’know, you were the first person who didn’t look at me like I was some broken idiot and didn’t give me pity like everyone else.”

“That’s because you’re not a broken idiot.” You said as you looked down at your hands. “You’re just trying to find your way like everyone else.” 

He was quiet again for a moment, exhaling, and then smiled nervously. “I think...I think I like you too.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, returning his smile. “Thank god, cause this would’ve been really awkward.”

He let out a breathless laugh, feeling like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “God, you’re too good for me.” 

—-

The campus was quieter in the evening, golden light casting across the buildings as the sun sank low. The two of you had just turned in your final project. No more late nights, no more shared deadlines. Just freedom, and the lingering question of what came next. 

You and Su-bong sat on the grass beneath a tree. You just wanted to decompress, and to your surprise he wanted to tag along. Something told you it was more than that, though. Your knees were drawn up, fingers idly twisting a blade of grass, the light breeze catching strands of your hair. Su-bong sat beside you, legs extended, leaning back on his hands. After a while, he glanced over at you. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you for a long moment. 

“You know,” he said quietly, losing his usual loud and boisterous voice. “I don’t remember what it felt like before I met you.” 

“Before?” You questioned, raising a brow. 

“Before someone actually saw me and didn’t want to use me. Wanted to stay,” he said as fidgeted slightly. “You didn’t give up on me even when I deserved it.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “You never deserved it.” You said gently as you looked at him. He reached out slowly and smoothed a piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just barely against your skin. 

“You’re not just some project partner.” He finally said, looking like he was fighting himself. 

“I know that.” 

“I didn’t want this to happen,” he admitted. “But it did.” The corner of your mouth twitched into a smile, and once again, you told him I know.

His voice dropped. “If I mess this up–”

“You won’t.” You said as you quickly interrupted him. He frowned. 

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t care.” You stated, and the confidence in your response was all he needed to hear. He finally leaned in, tentatively and unsure, so you met him halfway. It wasn’t a dramatic first kiss, it was soft and real. You immediately melted into him as his hand slid down to your neck, your own hands cupping his face. His hands had a subtle tremble to them, like he couldn’t believe you were letting this happen. When you finally parted, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. “Never thought I’d see the day.” You joked and he rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said and you reached out, lacing your fingers with his. He looked down, giving your hand a squeeze. “So you’re really gonna give me a chance? Even with how horrible I was to you at first?”

You huffed. “Su-bong, stop. If I wasn’t gonna give you a chance we wouldn’t be here right now, would we?”

“I guess you’re right.” He murmured, and you just smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. He sighed, content, leaning his head on your shoulder. It was like you were with a whole different person. But Su-bong knew he could be unguarded around you. The two of you sat there like that for a while, even as the sun began to disappear and the sky turned darker. 

It was all you could’ve asked for. 

And with that, your nights turned into quiet ones spent with Su-bong. When your roommate was out, or when you felt like being at his apartment instead of your own, the two of you were always curled up together on the couch. Tonight was one of those nights. 

The soft glow of the TV cast a warm light across the room, but you paid no mind to it as you flipped through the book in your hands. Su-bong sat with his eyes glued to the screen, but one of his hands absentmindedly trailed up and down your leg. Your legs were thrown across his lap, your body nestled into his side as his other arm wrapped around you, keeping you close. One of your candles filled the air with the scent of vanilla, the flame flickering in the slight darkness of the room. It was peaceful. 

Su-bong was barely paying any mind to the movie that was playing. He eventually glanced down at you, just watching as you turned the pages of your book. 

“I can feel you staring.” You murmured, interrupting the silence. 

He chuckled, craning his neck down to kiss the top of your head. “What, am I not allowed to look at you?” 

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see, but you smiled. “Just keep watching your movie, goofy.”

Silence filled the room again, aside from the quiet hum of the TV filling the space. 

It wasn’t loud, nor was it chaotic. It was far from the kind of thrill he used to chase. But it felt good. 

And eventually, Su-bong noticed that you had stilled. The book was slipping out of your hands, your breathing evened out as you slumped against him. He looked down at you again, grinning as he gently removed the book from your grasp. His arm slid beneath your legs, the other tightening its grip around you as he lifted you up. You stirred slightly as he stood, but didn’t wake. He carried you down the hallway, nudging your door open with his foot. Once he reached your bed he carefully set you down. He made sure to tuck the blankets around your sleeping form, and he brushed your hair out of your face before he leaned down to softly kiss your forehead.

He thought about just leaving that night. But as if you knew, before he could even turn around, your arm reached out and grabbed his hand. 

“Boy, you better not be thinking about leaving,” you mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. He chuckled, instantly caving. 

“Of course not, I would never.” 

He immediately crawled into the bed next to you, and you quickly gravitated towards him. It didn’t take long for you to get comfortable again, his front pressed against your back giving you a strong sense of security. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. 

As you began to drift off again, his lips brushed against your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin. 

“Goodnight, my flower.”

[devixncy]

omm please send me requests yall 🙏 will it take me forever to get to them? maybe. but am i trying to keep the squid game tags from dying? perhaps.

[devixncy]

do you accept requests and write for lee myung-gi aka player 333 aka mg coin🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

yes 🤝

[devixncy]

Fluffy Choi Su-Bong x Fem!Reader please where she goes to one of his shows to cheer him on. He doesn’t think she’ll be there, since she told him she’d be stuck at work. But little did he know, she was planning a surprise this whole time. Imagine his shock (and pure joy) he feels when he sees her front row and center, singing along to every word. The girls around you are lowkey jealous at the attention he’s showing you, winking at you from his spot on stage, but you couldn’t care, too enamored by your man doing his thing and crushing it ☺️

a/n: sorry this took me so long!! this request was so cute and i rly liked writing it :')

✧ pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

✧ word count: 1.9k

✧ content: fem!reader, no games AU, ooc thanos for sure but idc, no warnings, just fluff :)

“I know, Su-bong, and I’m really sorry. I feel terrible. I promise I’ll make it to the next one, okay?”

Your phone was pressed against your ear as you spoke to your boyfriend, apologizing for not being able to make it to his show. However, you were thrilled that he couldn’t see you smiling. 

“I know you will, flower. I just really wish you could’ve made it to this one.” The disappointment in his voice was clear as day, and it did break your heart a little. You were his biggest supporter, always cheering on his career. Unfortunately, you had never been to one of his shows. You were working during them most of the time, your career demanding late nights and missed opportunities. 

You were the one that helped him get back on his feet. When you met him, he was a mess–always in a drug-induced haze, never quite living up to his full potential. You had an unwavering determination to help him. So, you did. He got clean. With a clear conscience, he was able to coherently write music and his songs became better than ever. He built himself back up, booking shows and eventually selling them out. And he gave all the credit to you. There was nothing he wanted more than to see you at one of his shows so that you could see the progress he made in person.

Little did he know, you were not stuck at work tonight. That’s what he obviously assumed, and was ready to play another show without his number one fan there. You, on the other hand, were planning on surprising him. You wanted your first attendance to be a complete surprise, knowing it would catch him off guard. 

“I will be at the next one, I swear to you. But I have to get back to work, and you need to go rehearse, Su-bong. I love you, I’ll talk to you later.” Your heart fluttered as he said ‘I love you’ back, never getting tired of hearing those words. Hanging up, you put your phone down, hopping up out of bed. Now was time to start getting ready for his show, and you wanted to look your best. 

Your hands smoothed down the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way it hugged your body. You chose an outfit that wasn’t too crazy–a mini skirt and a cute top that you would be comfortable in, knowing fully well that it would be hot in the crowd of people. Finishing the final touches on your hair and makeup, you grabbed your bag, ready to make your way to the venue. 

Once you arrived, you met up with Nam-gyu outside. You knew he was close with Su-bong, and told him what your plan was before you got there. He got you inside, leading you to the front of the stage behind the barricade so that you were front and center. The venue was filling up quickly, many fans trying to push their way up to be at the front next to you. You stood with your hands curled around the metal bars of the barricade, anxiously awaiting the start of the concert.

Su-bong stood backstage, putting his earpiece in and adjusting the microphone in his grip. He sighed as he adjusted his jacket–the red leather racer jacket that you loved so much, paired with the beige cowboy hat that you’d told him was incredibly attractive. He felt a pang of disappointment in his chest at the thought of you not being there yet again. But he couldn’t dwell on it too long. He’d perform like he always did, lose himself in the music, and push through the thought of your absence.

Soon after, once all of the fans were settled in–the lights went dark. Immediately, screams of excitement filled the room. You grinned, your pulse quickening. Smoke began to seep across the stage, lights flashing down as a beat began to play through the speakers. The venue buzzed with excitement, even more so as it went dark again. 

After moments of anticipation, a single spotlight flickered onto the stage. Su-bong stood in the middle of the stage, head tilted downwards with his hands clasped in front of him. One hand gripped the mic, fingers flexing around it. The screams from the crowd came back full force at the sight of him, and from your spot in front, you could see the ghost of a smirk form on his face. The beat began to play again and he moved, lifting the mic up to his lips. The flashing lights came back full force. His voice rang across the room as he lifted his head up, quickly beginning to move across the stage as he immersed himself in the song. You could almost feel your knees go weak at the sound of his voice (and the outfit he was wearing)--you absolutely loved hearing him sing and rap. 

The crowd sang along to every word, yourself included. You watched as he danced around the stage, doing choreographed movements to some parts of the song. 

Su-bong finally decided to look at the crowd, knowing they liked it when he interacted with them. His eyes swept over them as he sang, before his eyes settled on the people in the front row since they were easier to see. 

And then he did a double take, because surely his eyes were deceiving him. But no–that was undeniably you, front and center in the crowd.

You stood there smiling wide, eyes bright, singing along to every word. 

His breath hitched and his mind went blank, causing him to miss a few seconds of the song. The pounding bass vibrated through the floor beneath him, and his grip on the mic tightened before he forced himself to keep singing. 

He caught the knowing little smirk on your face as you lifted your hand in a small wave, like you hadn’t just completely taken him by surprise and knocked the air out of his lungs.

A slow grin tugged at his lips. Oh, you were in trouble.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he forced himself back into the moment, stepping forward as the song ended and the crowd roared. The next performance took over, the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, but his gaze kept finding you. He watched as you continued to sing along to every word, your hips swaying to the beat. 

At one point, he pointed directly at you, making a heart with his hands and shooting you a wink. Your cheeks burned, heart threatening to burst in your chest but you wasted no time in doing the gesture right back to him. 

The girls around you began to notice the attention he was giving you. He saw the way they whispered, eyes flicking between him and yourself, some of them subtly angling closer as if to steal a bit of his focus.

Too bad for them—his attention was locked onto you.

Eventually, as much as you were disappointed, he was about to begin his last song for the night. He had taken a break to talk to the crowd, and then before the song began, he looked straight at you. 

“This last song is a little different. I wanted to try something new, so you guys will be hearing it for the first time right now. It’s dedicated to a certain someone in my life, and I hope they like it as much as I do.” He said into the mic, taking a sip of water before setting it down and nervously readjusting the mic.

Your lips parted in shock at his words, and he shot you another wink as he noticed. You thought you had heard every song he’d written, especially because when he wrote, he liked to get your opinion. 

As he began to sing, you fully came to realize that he wrote this song about you. It was heartfelt, and one of the most beautiful things you’d ever heard. The crowd listened attentively to the lyrics, excited to be getting a surprise song. You, however, were emotional. Tears spilled over your eyes, more than likely effectively ruining your makeup. His eyes stayed locked onto you the entire performance, as if the two of you were the only ones in the room. 

Towards the end of the song, he walked towards the edge of the stage. He carefully hopped down, advancing his way towards the barricade. The other girls around you screamed, hoping to capture his attention. But he walked right to you, stopping in front of you. He removed his hat that you liked so much from his head, putting his purple hair on full display. He put it directly onto your head, making sure it was secure. Grabbing your chin gently with his free hand, he lifted your face so you were looking up at him. He continued to hold the position until he ended the song, which was only moments later. What caught you by surprise, however, was the fact that he immediately dipped his head down to capture your lips in a kiss. The audience roared around you, the cheers and clapping the loudest you’d heard all night. You closed your eyes, wishing it would never end. 

Unfortunately, he pulled back seconds later, his hand dropping from your chin. You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as he got back on stage. He thanked his fans, waving energetically to the crowd before disappearing off of the platform. 

The energy of the show still buzzed in Su-bongs’ veins as he made his way offstage, sweat slicking his skin, adrenaline still pumping. The moment the set ended, he knew he wasn’t stopping for the usual post-show routine or backstage interviews. All he did was take his earpiece out and throw his mic down.

He needed to get to you, first. 

Pushing past security and ignoring the lingering crowd of fans hoping for a chance to catch his attention, he zeroed in on the one person that mattered. You were still waiting near the barricades, but had moved away from the center and towards the side. You grinned as you watched him approach, looking smug. "Took you long enough," you teased, tilting your head up at him. 

Su-bong didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for you, tugging you over the barrier and straight into his arms. A surprised laugh escaped you, but you barely had time to react before he crushed you against him.

"You really got me good, huh señorita?" he murmured against your ear, voice rough from the performance, but you could hear the warmth in his tone.

You pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. "Worth it?"

He huffed out a laugh, resting his forehead against yours, causing the hat to tilt back and almost fall off of your head. "More than worth it."

For a moment, it was just the two of you. The noise of the venue, the flashes of cameras, the murmurs of the crowd—all of it faded into the background.

Then, with a small smirk, he added, "But you are in trouble."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? For what?"

His fingers curled around your waist, pulling you closer. "For making me think you weren’t gonna be here. For making my whole damn night better without warning me first." He tilted his head, voice lower now. "And for looking so damn good while doing it."

Heat rose to your cheeks, but you just rolled your eyes. "You’re ridiculous." 

"Yeah?" He grinned. "And yet, here you are. You know you love it.” 

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “You know I do.”

He kissed you then, again—right there, in front of everyone—not caring about the cameras, the whispers, the jealous stares.

Because at the end of the night, you were the only one who mattered.

[devixncy]

Can I request a Thanos x reader AU where the X voters actually win and they leave early? But the main problem is that the reader was on the games to pay off debt so she can leave her shitty parter/fiancée/spouse but now she can’t because the money wasn’t enough to pay it all off. Fortunately, Thanos and the reader grew close during the games and he knew her reason for being there, and also knew the money wouldn’t be enough. So basically post games, he runs into her and they reconnect and he absolutely beats the shit out of the reader’s awful partner (because in Thanos’s mind, anyone who hurts the reader deserves hell)

If you couldn’t tell, I’m a sucker for protective Thanos who won’t hesitate to (literally) kill a bitch haha

a/n: anon i'm sorry this took me so long, i rewrote this 6 times. SIX. (i am never satisfied with my own work LOL)

✧ pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

✧ word count: 6.1k (i'm sorry.)

✧ content: fem!reader, swearing, mentions of abuse!!, mention of drugs, violence, ooc thanos/su-bong yet again (oops), au where X voters win, partner is gn bc it wasn't specified but also realized that thanos beats they ass so...

The first day was the hardest. The sterile feel of the dormitory, the looming silence, and the constant threat of death. Nothing could prepare you for the weight of it, the brutality of it all, how you were just merely a pawn in a sick game.

You had stood lined up with the others—strangers, all of you forced into a game of life or death. None of you could fathom what was to come. The sounds of the red light/green light game still echoed in your mind, the screams, the metallic scent of blood, the bodies falling one by one.

But there was one person you noticed, even in the chaos. The purple haired rapper that you had heard the other players talking about, Thanos. He wasn’t like the others—no frantic desperation in his eyes. You had seen him after player 196 was shot in front of him. How quickly his demeanor changed once he took a pill out of his necklace; how quick he was to put others lives at stake. He breezed through the game, like it was something fun instead of something twisted and terrifying. 

You had no intention of ever speaking to him–or anyone else for that matter, unless the games required it. You felt as though you couldn’t trust anyone. There was already a divide, the vote evenly splitting the remaining players. Unfortunately, you voted to stay. It wasn’t like you wanted to, no. There was not a drop of greed in your body unlike most of the players that voted the same as you. You were drowning in debt, obviously–but it was more than that. It was debt that wasn’t your fault, but was the fault of your shitty excuse of a partner. You needed that prize money to escape from them as well, get away from the awful card you’d been dealt. 

You found yourself sitting alone in the dormitory after the vote, exhausted and anxious. Your mind raced—how would you survive this? Your previous determination was slipping away, overtaken by thoughts of self-doubt. Even if you did escape with enough money, how would you hide it from your partner? If the games disbanded early and the X voters won, would it even be enough? And what if it wasn’t?

“You’re thinking too hard, señorita,” a low voice rumbled from behind you. 

You stiffened, jolted out of your thoughts. Turning, you were startled to find Thanos standing there, his frame casting a shadow over you. He looked at you with an expression that was unreadable, his pupils blown wide. 

“You know, thinking like that can get you killed.” he said, lowering himself onto the stairs next to you. He didn’t ask for permission, didn’t even wait for an answer. You weren’t sure what gave him the confidence, but you could only assume it was the drugs still running through his veins. 

You scoffed, looking straight ahead. “And what would you know? You’re clearly not thinking about much of anything but yourself right now.”

He barked out a laugh, making finger guns and pretending to shoot them. “That’s how you play the game, flower. Only focusing on yourself means you’ll live.”

“Okay, is there a reason you came over here? Can I help you with something?” You asked with an eye roll, not quite sure what he wanted from you. 

“Tell you what. You stick with me, and I can keep you safe. Come join the Thanos world,” He said with a hand movement, and you turned your head to stare at him with a questioning look.

“Didn’t you just say-”

He cut you off. “Forget what I said. I don’t even remember what I said,” He responded with a stupid grin, his high still in full effect. “Look,” he said as he pointed to the blue O patch on your chest. “We’re basically already on the same team anyway. Don’t you think it would make sense?” You pursed your lips as he blabbered on.

“We’re here for very different reasons.” you murmured, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Clearly not,” he snorted, his arrogance on full display. “But if you say so, señorita. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” With a wink, he stood up and skipped off, presumably to go harass others with player 124. 

You shook your head to yourself. Why would you ever need him? 

—

The next day, during the second game, you were ashamed to have to walk up to Thanos. You felt like a dog with its tail between its legs, dragging your feet. In all fairness, you didn’t think you would need to team up so soon. And unfortunately–Thanos was the only player you had spoken to so far.

As you approached, he immediately noticed you. Turning his attention towards you, he grinned. 

“Señorita! Did you change your mind? Couldn’t resist the charm of the legend Thanos?” He gestured to himself. You internally gagged, wanting to turn around and walk away right then and there. 

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only doing this because I have to.” You grumbled, while he and player 124 snickered.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. C’mon, you won’t regret it.” He threw an arm around your shoulder, and you shrugged it off. You ended up sitting with your group that was made up of Thanos, Nam-gyu, Min-su and Se-mi. 

You began to open up a little as you sat and waited for your group's turn, conversation about nothing important flowing easily (more so with the sober ones of the group). Either way, it was a welcome distraction from the gunfire and bloodshed happening around you as entire groups were gunned down. Your tense posture and slight flinching at the sounds didn’t go unnoticed by Thanos. As soon as he noticed, he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I said I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?” He asked with a laugh, however, you caught something genuine in the tone of his voice. You looked at him and his large pupils, and as you did some of the tension released from your body. Maybe he really did mean it. 

Thankfully, your group had breezed through the six legged pentathlon. You were terrified–and being chained directly to Thanos didn’t help, considering how reckless he was. To your surprise, however, his presence was comforting. He cheered you on during your turn, giving you the confidence you needed to help advance your team. 

Then came the next vote. You voted to stay yet again, as difficult as it was. The prize money still wasn’t enough to justify switching your vote. Thanos made himself the center of the chaos as per usual, egging on the O voters and only helping to increase the tension between both sides. It was almost unbearable to watch. 

Meal time was next, and it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy your hunger. You’d been behind Thanos in line, watching as he threw his arms up in exasperation as he saw what they were offering. Once you stepped forward, you figured out why. It was a lousy piece of bread and a carton of milk. You accepted the food with a sigh, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ to the guards and turning on your heel. You walked past Thanos and the rest of your group, hearing him call out to you with one of his dumb pet names. Ignoring it, you went and sat by yourself to have some peace and quiet, wanting to be alone with your thoughts. 

Unfortunately, the universe did not have your back because minutes later, you felt a presence sit down next to you. You could see the flash of purple in your peripheral vision, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Can I help you, Thanos?” You questioned, taking a bite out of your bread. He was tapping his foot in an aggravating fashion, causing you to shoot your arm out and grab his leg. “Please stop doing that.”

“Ooo, I didn’t think we were moving that fast, señorita,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I don’t mind, don’t worry. In fact, we could-”

You immediately put your finger up to his lips to stop him from talking. “You do not want to finish that sentence. I am not in the mood.” 

“Of course you’re not. Do you hate jokes and having fun?” he let out an exaggerated sigh, gulping down his milk. You didn’t respond, taking another bite of your food. 

“I’m kidding, relax,” He said as he noticed your silence. “Anyway, question for ya.” You didn’t respond, but motioned for him to continue. “Haven’t gotten a name from you yet. I can only come up with so many nicknames, you know?”

“That wasn’t a question,” you stated matter of factly. 

“Tch. Okay smartass.” He said, and you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. His eyes lit up at the sight, and you could tell he was about to make some dumb comment. 

“It’s (Y/N).” You said before anything could leave his mouth. He was silent for a moment. 

“Hm,” he hummed, looking right at you. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” His voice was filled with nothing but sincerity, causing you to look at him with burning cheeks. “Aww, she’s blushing!” 

And he effectively ruined the moment. “Do you do this to every girl you meet?” You tilted your head questioningly. 

“No. Only the pretty ones.” He snickered, and this time you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not. You huffed, finally finishing your meal. Taking notice of the fact that Thanos somehow hadn’t yet, you raised an eyebrow. You watched as he broke a piece of his bread off, holding it out to you and gesturing for you to take it. Vehemently, you shook your head. “Come on, (Y/N),” he tested your name, waving the food in front of your face. “You need it more than I do.”

“Uh, no actually. You shouldn’t be high on an empty stomach, you eat it. I’m not taking your share.” You stated, genuinely not wanting to take it. They barely fed you all as it was, not nearly enough to be sustainable. He shrugged, popping it into his mouth with no hesitation. 

“If you say so.” He mumbled with his mouth full, causing you to scrunch your nose. 

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, your bond with the egotistical rapper was quickly growing. Never in a million years did you think he of all people would be the person you’d become the closest with. To be honest, it wasn’t like you really had a choice. He didn’t leave you alone. But you were starting to look forward to his presence—it was the only form of comfort and familiarity you had in this place. 

That same night, you sat in your bunk with your knees pulled up to your chest after lights out. The faint glow of the piggy bank was the only thing illuminating the dark room. It allowed your eyes to wander around without being too obvious, although most players were long asleep. You, however, were wide awake. That would only be prolonged when a certain someone decided to come invade your personal space. 

You almost didn’t register how your mattress dipped below the weight of another person, your unfocused gaze and scrambled thoughts making you oblivious. Your head shot up, and your body quickly relaxed once you recognized the figure on the end of your bunk. 

“Relax,” Thanos whispered as if you weren’t surrounded by people who could easily take you out. “Just me again.”

“Shouldn’t you be asleep? Thought the pills would have knocked you out.” You cringed as the words left your mouth, not even trying to come off as rude. He chose to ignore it, though. 

“Could ask you the same thing. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” He asked as you shrugged. 

“Can’t sleep.” You said simply, looking at him in the golden glow of the pig. 

“I noticed. That’s why I came over here,” he said as he made himself comfortable on your bunk, sitting with his legs crossed. You mirrored his movements as sitting with your knees up was becoming slightly uncomfortable. 

The two of you sat and conversed for longer than you expected. You knew it wasn’t ideal—both of you should be getting enough rest for the third game. He was very easy to talk to, you had to admit. 

“So, how did someone like you end up in a place like this, señorita?” He asked, and you had been dreading that question. You could easily lie and come up with something other than your situation, because in all honesty Thanos absolutely seemed like the gullible type. However, you had come to trust him in the short amount of time you’d known him and didn’t feel that it was necessary to lie. You fidgeted with the sleeves of your jacket, taking in a shaky breath.

“I’ve raked up a lot of debt. I know that goes for everybody here, obviously. But it wasn’t my fault,” You paused, your eyes averting to stare at the mattress. “My partner…after we started dating, they got me to move in with them. Everything was going well until then. After I moved in, they had me quit my job. Promised to “take care of me”, said I wouldn’t have to worry about working. Then they drained my account, took everything I worked for. Blew through it, left both of us with nothing,” You said as you rolled up your sleeves, showing off the fading and now yellow bruises that littered your arms. “This has been my life. Escape always felt impossible, until I was handed that card in the subway station,” You let out a humourless laugh, feeling tears sting the back of your eyes. “And that’s why I’ve been voting to stay. So I can pay off my debt, and get the hell out of there. But easier said than done, I suppose.”

Thanos was silent. The deafening silence that made you uneasy, and you almost regretted saying anything at all. You kept your eyes averted, honestly in disbelief that you had confided in him so easily. But then, you heard him slowly exhale. His hands reached over, rings brushing against your skin as he tugged your sleeves back down. His touch was gentle, hands steady—he wasn’t high. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his finger guiding your chin up so that you were looking at him. “Trust me when I say that we’re getting you out of here. And then you’re getting out of there. On my life, a hand will not be laid on you again.”

You looked at him in shock. His expression was something unreadable—but you could see the anger that lingered underneath. Never in a million years did you expect something so sincere to come out of his mouth, not from the least serious player in the games. It honestly left you feeling confused. Did he really care about you that much? You hadn’t even known each other long. 

“That’s the plan, I hope,” you said with a humorless laugh. Your stomach churned at the thought of failure, of not being able to leave. As Thanos opened his mouth to speak, you held your hand up to stop him. Talking about your situation only made the mood bleak, and you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. 

“What about you, Thanos? How’d you end up here?” You asked with a tilt of your head. He paused, dropping his hand from your chin. Thankfully, he recognized that you were redirecting the conversation. He chuckled as if the answer should be obvious.

“Blew all of my money on drugs, clubbing, clothes, shoes, you name it. Spent it on whatever I wanted. When I went through all of my money, I went to loan sharks. Started coming after me because I couldn’t pay it back. Simple as that, sweetheart,” He hesitated then, as if there were more to it. And there was. “The recruiter found me on a bridge. I was about to just end it all before he got there. So now here I am. Guess you could say he saved my life, in a way.”

Your lips parted in shock at his confession, not expecting vulnerability from him like that. “Oh wow, I’m so sorry Thanos-”

“Su-bong,” he interrupted, causing you to pause mid sentence. “My real name is Su-bong. Hearing you say Thanos just sounds strange.”

Slowly, you nodded. “If you say so, Su-bong.” You spoke unsurely, his name sounding foreign on your tongue. 

“That’s more like it,” he said with an encouraging grin. “I like the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth much more than Thanos.” He winked, causing your cheeks to burn. You smacked his leg and he laughed, causing a nearby player to tell him to “shut the fuck up”.

That night, Su-bong had fallen asleep on your bunk. Neither of you meant for it to happen, however exhaustion had hit both of you hard seemingly out of nowhere. He actually had fallen asleep mid conversation; you had asked him a question and got nothing but snoring as a response. You didn’t have the heart to wake him up and kick him off, so you let him sleep at the end of your bunk. Shortly after he passed out, you followed suit, curled up at the head of your bed. If you were being honest with yourself, it was the safest you’d felt in a while. 

When you awoke the next morning, Su-bong was already up and gone. You did take notice of the blanket covering your body that wasn’t there when you had fallen asleep, though. The gesture was sweet, something you weren’t used to. It warmed your heart, but guilt started to creep in at the same time–even though it shouldn’t. 

“The third game will begin momentarily. All players, please get out of bed and get ready.” 

You sighed, swinging your legs over the side of your bunk and standing up along with all of the other players. Making your way into the center of the room and into the crowd, you immediately made your way towards the easily recognizable mess of purple hair. He was standing with Nam-gyu, surely doing something stupid, and as you got closer you could instantly recognize that they were high. Your smile faltered slightly, but you shook it off as you approached. If he needed it to get through the games, so be it. 

Su-bong noticed you immediately, a grin adorning his face. “Señorita! There you are!” 

You chuckled, falling into step with him as you headed towards the stairs to the game arena. “Good to see you too, Su-bong.” As his name left your mouth, Nam-gyu immediately threw a questioning look towards him. Su-bong noticed and threw his hand up, accidentally smacking Nam-gyu in the face with it. He slung his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You weren’t entirely sure if it was affection or for his own benefit, considering his noticeably unsteady steps.

During the game–which ended up being mingle–had to be the most terrified you’d felt in your time there. This was a game where desperation reared its head, players shoving and ripping each other away to ensure their spot in a room. The entire time, much to your relief, Su-bong stuck with you. Your wrist was constantly in his grip so that he didn’t lose you. He almost had, during the final round. He chose you over Nam-gyu, dragging you towards a room with a speed you didn’t know was possible. Someone had grabbed the back of your tracksuit jacket before you got in the room, trying to rip you away from safety. Su-bong was extremely quick to react, even while high, and ripped the other player away from you with a strength you didn’t know he had. Besides that minor incident, the game had gone as good as it could’ve–although your tremors had yet to slow down. 

Upon heading back to the dormitory, you nervously waited for the vote to be cast yet again. Your hands shook, still slightly shaken up. Su-bong stayed by your side, his arm brushing against yours. There were only 100 players left, and the prize money was at 356,000,000 won. It was almost enough. Almost.

You placed your vote, yet again voting to stay. You stood on the O side, arms crossed across your chest. Watching as Su-bong skipped up to the booth and smashed his lips onto the O button, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He scampered over to you immediately, then changed direction and pushed his way towards the back. You paid no mind, feeling too much anxiety about the vote to pay attention. However, you could faintly hear him and Nam-gyu starting to harass Min-su into voting to play another game. To their dismay, he didn’t. Nam-gyu, who voted after him, was noticeably unhappy. You weren’t thrilled either at the thought of losing a vote, but you couldn’t blame him. 

Down to the final vote, you held your breath. The vote was currently tied. Deep down, part of you knew that this was it and you weren’t winning this. Accepting it was a different story. As player 001 walked up to the booth, your hands clenched into fists. Su-bong, who was next to you, took notice and grabbed one of your hands. He ran his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Don’t worry, señorita. We’re going to win this vote.” He said it with too much confidence. Time stood still as player 001 made it to the booth, pausing before he made his decision. The red X button illuminated, changing the vote from a tie. Immediately, cheers erupted from the X voters. It was decided. 

The sound of the final vote echoed in your ears, muffled and distant, like you were trapped underwater. The games were over. You were going home.

Your chest tightened. Your breath hitched. No. No, no, no—

You could hear the other players on your side reacting around you. But their voices barely registered. The moment the vote was cast, your body locked up, panic surging through your veins. 

This was supposed to be your way out, the only way you’d be able to pay all of your debt and get your own place to leave your partner. Now, you weren’t sure what you would do. 

Your hands curled into fists, nails biting into your palms as you stared blankly ahead. You had spent the past few days convincing yourself that you just had to survive. Just win. Just hold on long enough, and then you’d be free. Free from the debt. Free from the hands that grabbed too tightly, from the voice that spat venom at you whenever you spoke out of turn.

But you weren’t free. You were going back to them.

Your breathing grew shallow. Your vision blurred at the edges. The world felt too small, suffocating you as the reality of your situation settled in. You knew you were perhaps being irrational, not thinking clearly—but it was hard not to. 

A firm grip on your wrist yanked you back to the present. You flinched, expecting the worst, but when you looked up, it wasn’t them. It was Su-bong.

His grip was solid, grounding. “Breathe,” he murmured. 

You shook your head wildly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I-it’s not enough money, Su-bong. What am I supposed to do?” 

Something dark flickered in his gaze. His jaw tightened, and his fingers flexed around your wrist before slowly releasing you. 

“Don’t worry. I’m going to come find you, no matter what it takes.” He promised, but in the moment it felt empty. You couldn’t even respond, your thoughts racing as the dormitory became chaotic. The guards were saying something but you couldn’t even listen.

Suddenly, you could hear a hissing sound. Smoke began to spill out of all of the vents, quickly filling the dormitory. You brought your hands up and gripped Su-bong’s wrists, everything becoming hazy. The last thing you saw was his face, and the last thing you heard was his voice.

“You hear me? I will find my way to you.” Then everything went dark. 

—-

As you expected, life outside of the games hadn’t gotten any better. The games had been disbanded for almost a month now, and nothing had changed. You were miserable, still burdened by your remaining debt and toxic partner. 

They hadn’t let go of the fact that you had disappeared without a trace for three days, only to show up again in the dead of night. It was dangled above your head, used as a way to manipulate and guilt trip you. You felt lost, hopeless even.

Your mind was still plagued by Su-bong. You wondered how he was faring after being granted freedom. His promise to find you hadn’t come to fruition yet, but you still clung to it–it was the only thing keeping you going. But until then, you lived your life in misery.

You had convinced your partner to let you pick up a part time job at a local convenience store. It had taken a lot of convincing, because they were sure you were going to disappear again. But you pressed, telling them it was just to get some extra money, promising to get them whatever they wanted with it. In reality, you didn’t care about that. You wanted an escape, to be able to go somewhere where you weren’t constantly scrutinized. And thankfully, it worked. 

Late night shifts were your favorite. It was the only sliver of peace you had–where the streets were empty, where you could breathe, if only for a moment.

That’s where you were now, walking home from work, the cold biting at your skin. The chill didn’t bother you–in fact, it seemed to keep you grounded, stopping you from getting into your own head. The silence was welcome, nobody around to bother you. But that’s when you felt it.

A presence. 

It was subtle at first, something you could easily shrug off. Then, you heard footsteps. Directly behind you. 

Your breath caught, heart racing. You had to keep moving. Ducking into the nearest alley, you turned the corner almost too fast, nearly losing your footing. You didn’t dare to look back.  You weren’t sure who was behind you, but paranoia told you it was your partner. They had warned you. Told you they’d be watching. That if you ever even thought about running—

A hand closed around your wrist. You gasped, your fight or flight response kicking in. Before you could do anything, whether it be scream, fight or run–you were spun around.

Your mind took an extra second to catch up with your body, not registering who was in front of you. But when you caught a glimpse of purple hair, the chain around his neck, the ear piercing–your eyes widened. 

Su-bong.

The adrenaline left your body, your tense posture sagging with relief. You only stared at him, unable to form words, in disbelief that he was in front of you. But he spoke before you could. He lazily grinned at you, holding his arms out and gesturing to himself.

“I told you I’d find you.” He said, and hearing his voice set something off in your head. You wasted no time in throwing your arms around him. He reciprocated, his arms immediately snaking around you tightly. 

“Oh my god, you have no idea how happy I am to see you and hear your voice.” You admitted quietly, and he chuckled. After a moment he pulled back, holding your shoulders at arm's length. His eyes raked over your form, his smile slipping away as he took in your exhausted appearance. His smile disappeared further at the fact that you had tried to run, thinking he was someone more dangerous. 

“Did you think I was someone else?” He asked with a tilt of his head, and you swallowed hard. 

“Yeah..” you whispered, knowing there was no point in lying. He already knew your situation. 

He frowned, watching as you nervously played with the ends of your sleeves. Anger bubbled in his chest, easily interpreting what was going on. “You’re still there, aren’t you?” He murmured. Slowly, you nodded.

“...I’m still there, Su-bong,” you admitted, slightly ashamed. “I’m still not financially stable enough to get out and get my own place. Not with the debt I have, too.” You could feel his grip tighten at your words. Thankfully, he didn’t press, but his next words made you stiffen.

“Let me walk you home. That’s where you were going, right?” 

“Yes,” you said, hesitating as you chose your next words. “You can walk me home. But that’s it.” You warned, knowing he had some kind of underlying intention. He nodded, the grin returning to his face. 

“That’s all I need, señorita,” he slung an arm around your shoulder. “Such a pretty flower shouldn’t have to walk home by herself in the dark, anyway.” He began to walk, pulling you along with him. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but smiled–that was such a Thanos thing to say. 

Your walk back to your apartment was peaceful. But as soon as you reached the building, the atmosphere shifted. You turned to Thanos, and he looked down at you. You offered a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Thank you,” you murmured, and he nodded. He took his phone out of his back pocket, pulling up a new contact before handing the device to you. 

“Put your number in. Please,” He said as you took his phone from him. You typed your number in, and then to lighten the mood, you set your contact name as Player 243. Handing it back, you watched him shake his head. “You’re something else.”

“I try,” you said with a laugh. Then, you took a step back from him, signaling you were about to make your way to your apartment. “Goodbye, Su-bong.” You said, a warning edge to your voice. He grabbed your hand before you could get too far, lifting it up and pressing a kiss to the back of it. Your heart skipped a beat, face heating up. 

“See you later, (Y/N).” He said, letting go of your hand. He gestured for you to ascend the stairs, and you did. You didn’t disappear until you made sure he turned his back to leave the complex.

Sighing in relief, you slowly made your way to your door. It wasn’t like you actually wanted him to leave–you just didn’t want more unnecessary problems. You wanted to be smart about this. Pulling out your keys, you fiddled to find the correct one. As you moved to put it in the lock, you paused. 

“Su-bong,” you whispered, your eye twitching. “What did I tell you?” Looking over your shoulder, you shot him a glare.

He had his hands shoved in his pockets, looking around and avoiding your gaze like he had no clue what you were talking about. You had to give it to him, though, he seemed to materialize out of thin air. For someone who was typically so loud, he knew how to move silently when he wanted to. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said as he finally met your eyes. His expression softened. “Come on. Did you really think I was gonna let you go in here alone? Especially with the way you acted earlier?”

You only rolled your eyes. “What exactly is your plan here?” You asked while pushing the door open slightly, signaling for him to be quiet. Unfortunately, the universe hated you. 

“Maybe beat some ass–I mean talk some sense–into someone.” Su-bong responded nonchalantly. But his voice was a little too loud. 

“Who the fuck is at the door?” A voice slurred from inside, causing your stomach to drop. You were so screwed. 

You barely had time to react before Thanos reached forward, pushing the door open wider with one hand.

Your partner stumbled out into the entryway, rubbing their eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar figure now standing in their doorway. Confusion twisted into irritation. Then into anger.

“Who the hell are you?” 

Su-bong didn’t answer. He just stared, gaze cold and unreadable. It was like a switch flipped, his chill demeanor disappearing in an instant. 

Your partner sneered, stepping closer to you. "You screwing around on me, huh? That what this is?" They turned their glare on you, their lip curling. “You brought him here, didn’t you? You really think some asshole off the street can save you—”

A loud crack echoed through the apartment. It happened so fast, you barely registered it. 

Su-bong’s fist connected with your partner’s jaw, sending them sprawling backward. They hit the floor with a thud, groaning.

It was like something took over him, rage consuming his whole body. Before your partner could recover, Su-bong was on top of him. 

“You fucked up. You think you’re tough, treating a defenseless girl like that?” Su-bong spoke calmly–but there was a dangerous edge to his voice. It was a warning. 

Your partner sneered, rolling their eyes. “I don’t know who you think you are, man. But stay the fuck out of it.” They tried to shove him off. Before you could even blink, Su-bong struck again. His fist connected with their face–a hit that knocked the arrogance straight out of them. He channeled his blinding anger into every hit laid into your partner. His fists quickly became bloodied. Each hit was filled with fury; he wasn’t just fighting, he was punishing. 

“You like keeping her scared, don’t you?” Su-bong snarled between punches, eyes dark. “Makes you feel powerful. Makes you feel big.” He let out a humorless laugh. “Pathetic.”

You watched with a hand over your mouth, torn between horror, relief and some dark sense of satisfaction. No one had ever stood up for you like this. But as you watched, you realized he had no intention of stopping–you had to intervene before he literally killed them. 

“Su-bong,” Your voice was quiet, but he heard you loud and clear as he paused. “Please.” You whispered, a plea to stop only because you were worried about him. You didn’t want this to get him in trouble. He exhaled slowly, but wasn’t done yet. He grabbed your partner’s collar, bringing their bloodied face closer to his.

In a low, chilling tone, he delivered an ultimatum. “If you ever come near her again, I promise that I will finish what I started. Are we clear?” They nodded frantically, and he slammed them back to the floor. Su-bong got to his feet, finally turning towards you. His eyes softened upon landing on your shocked form. “C’mon,” He started casually, wiping his hands on his pants. “Let’s go get your stuff and get out of here.” You nodded, trying to will your legs to move. 

After the events that had transpired, you ended up in Su-bong’s apartment. You brought as many of your belongings with you as you could, with the promise that you could stay with him for as long as necessary. While he helped you get settled into his guest room, you tried to come up with the right words. You hadn’t spoken about what had just happened, how he almost just killed for you. You stopped what you were doing, watching him for a moment. He sat on the bed, his long legs dangling off the edge. 

“Hey,” You called out, and he stopped whatever he was doing to look at you. “I never thanked you,” you said softly. “I don’t think I would’ve made it out of there without you.” 

He reached out and grabbed your arms, pulling you towards him so that you were standing between his legs. “You don’t have to thank me,” He murmured, cupping your face with his hands. “I was just doing the right thing. I would’ve never let you walk in there alone, you know that. You never deserved that. I just want to make sure you’re happy.” 

And you smiled, the first genuine smile you’d shown in weeks. He grinned, running his thumb across your cheek. “That smile looks good on you, señorita,” He whispered, standing up and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks burned, not used to being complimented after being degraded for so long. “You should get some rest, flower. If you need anything you know where to find me.” You nodded and he left the room, giving you some space. You sat down on the bed and smiled to yourself.

Your heart was full; for the first time in a very long time, you finally felt completely safe. You knew you weren’t alone anymore. 

[devixncy]

going through the squid game tags and realizing it’s lowkey already dying off (or maybe im tripping idk)

(anyway send me requests) (even though im still working on old ahh requests)

[devixncy]

miss possessive

a/n: been having writers block bad while trying to do requests so i had to write something real quick lmao (i still don't even like this). been listening to tate mcraes album a lil too much so this is the result

✧ pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

✧ summary: a girl in the club seems a little too interested in your man. you eventually step in

✧ word count: 1.6k

✧ warnings: fem reader, swearing, alcohol use, violence, ooc thanos/su-bong yet again (oops)

The bass pounded in your ears, your body vibrating from the loudness of the music. You nursed a drink in your hand, already a couple in. 

Your boyfriend, Choi Su-bong or better known as Thanos, had just finished up his show at a local club. The club was packed with bodies, and you were front and center by the stage to support him. He had only gotten off stage a few minutes prior, so you pushed through the crowd to go find him. Downing the rest of your drink as you went, you threw the cup out. 

Walking into the backstage room, Su-bong was already sitting there waiting for you. As you approached, he grinned, his eyes sweeping over your body. 

“Hi, my flower.” He said and grabbed your hand as you got closer. He pulled you onto his lap, hands firm on your waist. You giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

“You looked and sounded amazing up there, as usual.” You whispered, and he teasingly pressed a kiss to your neck. 

“I’m glad you think so, my love.” He chuckled, digging his fingertips into your hips. However, you suddenly jumped up from his lap, grabbing his hand and attempting to pull him up. 

“Come on, I wanna go dance for a little bit!” You exclaimed, the alcohol starting to talk for you. Su-bong grinned, standing up from his spot and letting you pull him back out onto the floor. He moved his hand to your waist, making sure he didn’t lose you as you made your way back through the crowd. You stopped in the middle of the floor, turning to face him. Your hips swayed to the beat of the song that was playing, the thrum of the music in your ears mixed with the alcohol feeling euphoric. Su-bong’s hand stayed glued to your waist, eyes roaming your body as he took in how the dress you were wearing hugged your body. 

After a while, he leaned in close, lips brushing against your ear as he did so. You felt a shiver go down your spine at the proximity. 

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks, señorita. Your usual?” He asked, and you nodded. 

“I’ll meet you at the bar in a minute, I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” You said as he nodded, making sure to see you off before he made his way to the bar. 

Once you finished up, you left the bathroom with a slight stumble to your steps. You pushed through the sea of people to make your way to the bar, instantly spotting your boyfriend in his leather jacket. His stylist really did him good. 

As you got closer, your steps faltered. Su-bong stood at the bar, both of your drinks in hand. However, there was a blonde girl standing next to him, very obviously undressing him with her eyes. He either wasn’t noticing or choosing to ignore it, waiting for you to come back. You could see her mouth moving so she was definitely saying something to him. It was only when her hand reached out to touch his shoulder that you started moving again. Plastering a sickeningly sweet smile on your face, you walked up to them. Su-bong's eyes brightened at the sight of you. 

“Hi baby,” you said as you walked right up to him, reaching up to give him a kiss as he placed your drink in your hand. You turned towards the girl next to him, tilting your head as you eyed her distastefully. “Who are you?” 

She scoffed, rolling her baby blue eyes before walking away. You pursed your lips. Most people knew that you and Su-bong were dating, he definitely didn’t keep it a secret. Especially if he was performing and you were in the crowd. Did she not know or just not care? 

You huffed as you took a sip of your drink. Or maybe it was more than just a sip, because your boyfriend reached out and lowered the cup away from your lips. 

“Slow down!” He laughed. You looked at your cup, realizing you’d already downed a third of it. You pouted, holding it up next to your face as you shook around the ice. 

“Another one?” You asked, knowing you’d probably regret it later but not caring in the moment. You felt warm and fuzzy, the perfect buzz going through your body. Su-bong sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to face the bartender. 

“I hope I’m not going to be taking care of you tonight.” He teased, knowing he didn’t care either way and he would do anything for you. He started ordering your drink as you leaned against the bar, scanning over the crowd. You finished your other drink as your eyes landed on the same girl that had approached your boyfriend earlier. She was looking right at him as she danced with her friends, a hungry look in her eyes. Anger bubbled in your chest, but you suppressed it. You did not notice that you had crushed the plastic cup in your hand until Su-bong gently removed it from your grasp, finally catching onto what your problem was.

“Baby, don’t worry about her. You know I only have eyes for you.” He murmured into your ear and handed you the drink he’d just ordered for you, silently vowing to cut you off after this one. 

You nodded, leading him away from the general area where she was lurking. You danced away, Su-bong’s hands not leaving your waist (mainly to keep you steady). His chest pressed against your back as the two of you swayed to the music, not having a care in the world.

“You ready to leave yet, love?” He asked after a while, noticing that you were most definitely drunk. You nodded, finishing the last sip of your drink.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom one more time,” You slurred, and he nodded, walking you over to the restroom himself with an arm around your shoulder. Once you disappeared inside, he leaned against the wall outside the door to wait for you.

You stumbled over to the sink once you were done, splashing cold water onto your face and probably ruining your makeup. You had definitely overdone it, knowing you were in for an awful hangover the next morning. Patting your face dry with a paper towel, you headed out to where your boyfriend was waiting for you. You stopped in your tracks, immediately noticing that blondie was back. Su-bong clearly looked uncomfortable but hadn’t wanted to walk away and leave you by yourself. He had already brushed her hand off of his arm once but she was persistent, placing her hand right back onto his bicep. 

You stormed over, ripping her hand off of him. She looked at you, shocked, before giving you a fake smile that made your adrenaline spike. 

“Oh, is this your man? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” She tilted her head while you glowered at her. 

“Cut the shit, you absolutely know who I am. Back the fuck off.” You seethed, while Su-bong grabbed your arm. He started to pull you away, but as you brushed past the girl you felt something cold go down the front of your dress. Your jaw dropped as you halted immediately, causing Su-bong to stop as well. You slowly turned while she grinned.

“Oops! So sorry! I didn’t mean to do that.” She laughed, dropping her now empty cup. You saw red, ripping out of the grip on your upper arm with a strength you didn’t know you had. You took one step forward and wound your arm back, striking her in the face with your fist. Your knuckles collided with her cheekbone, the feeling of her head snapping to the side satisfying you. Not even giving her a second to figure out what happened, you shoved her to the ground, which wasn’t difficult considering she was also drunk. You crouched next to her and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head closer to yours as she cried out in pain. 

“Leave me and my man alone, bitch.” You hissed, only being forced to let go when someone yanked you up and spun you around. You were quickly thrown over a shoulder, quickly recognizing it as Su-bong as you could see the lettering on the back of his jacket. The adrenaline quickly left your body and you slumped against him, hanging limply as he carried you out of the club. 

The coolness of the night felt good against your skin as you exited the club, closing your eyes. Su-bong hadn’t said anything yet, only stopping to unlock his car and put you in the passenger seat. He took your heels off of your feet and put them on the floor of the car before he got into the driver's side. Your head lolled to the side to look at him through half lidded eyes.

“Are you mad at me?” You whispered. He turned to look at you, brushing your now messy hair away from your face. Then he smirked, shaking his head.

“Of course not, señorita. Didn’t take you for the jealous type,” He moved his hand to rest on your thigh, running his thumb over your bare skin. “It was kinda hot.”

You let out a drunken giggle, then pouted. “She wouldn’t leave you alone! And she spilled her drink on me, what else was I supposed to do?” 

He chuckled, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. “You did exactly what you should’ve,” he said as he pulled away while you whined in protest. 

“That’s my girl.”

[devixncy]

Hey! I’ve got a heavy hurt/comfort request here that is pretty angsty, so if it’s too much please just ignore this.

Anyway if you’re comfortable could I request a Thanos x reader (no games AU) where is read of the recruiter finding him in the bridge, the reader does? Maybe they were good friends before his career fell apart.

I just wanted to hug him so bad when he was telling his backstory to Minsu 😭 and I can in fic form

a/n: i wrote this one so fast. ty for this request (hopefully i did it justice)

✧ pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x reader

✧ summary: you come face to face with your best friend on the bridge instead of the recruiter

✧ content: heavy themes (suicidal ideation, thanos at the bridge as mentioned in squid game), angst, no games AU, swearing, some comfort at the end bc that's how i roll

✧ word count: 2.3k

‘Your call has been forwarded to voicemail. The person you’re trying to reach is not available. At the tone, please record your mess-’

Your thumb hit the end call button, letting out a sigh of frustration. You weren’t sure why you kept trying, maybe it was because you always held out hope and your heart didn’t want to give up. At this point, your name had probably flashed across what used to be your best friend's screen hundreds of times–only to never receive a response. 

Su-bong’s radio silence worried you to no end. The two of you had been inseparable once, from pre-teens all the way into early adulthood. He was your best friend, your partner in crime. You helped each other through heartbreak, you consoled him when no one else understood what he was going through at home. You had shared countless late night talks, discussing quite literally anything you could think of because there were no secrets between you. Unfortunately, you hadn’t realized how much of a crush you had developed on him until it was too late.

When he began his rapping career, you were nothing but supportive. He was following his dream, wanting to make a name for himself under the alias ‘Thanos’. You always reposted his music on social media to help promote it, and always went to his shows once he began performing at small venues and clubs. As always, rising to fame didn’t come without consequences. It started with small, miniscule things that you brushed off as nothing at first. He started to take longer to answer your texts; what used to take seconds would now take him almost a full day until he was basically ghosting you. He began to “forget” to tell you when his shows were scheduled, disappointing you to no end because you wanted to be there for him.

Then, there was the night he showed up at your apartment, stumbling and pupils blown so wide you almost couldn’t see the blue of his eyes anymore. He was high out of his mind, coming to your door to beg for money so that he could pay back some of whatever debt he had accumulated. Your heart broke when you had to kick him out without sparing anything, as you had very little money to spare yourself. He was erratic and loud, and you couldn’t have him in your apartment that late in the state he was in. You had cried that night, seeing what was happening to your best friend.

After that night, you hadn’t heard from Su-bong again. Your desperate attempts to contact him were futile, you never received a response. It left you angry and defeated, wondering what you had done wrong. You missed him dearly, and it had been almost a full year since you’d spoken. 

A pebble went scattering across the concrete as you kicked it, lost in thought while you walked. It was getting late, the sun disappearing behind the horizon as the stars began to brighten the dark sky. You shoved your hands in your pockets, a shiver running down your spine as the cold air nipped at you. You wandered aimlessly, having no real destination–yet it was another reminder of Su-bong. Walks to clear your minds was something you both did together often, and now it was just you. He used to boast about how he would protect you and that no one would bother you if you were with him, not that anybody ever did. 

Something wet landing on the tip of your nose broke you out of your thoughts yet again, causing you to tilt your head up and look into the sky. The light patter of rain began to hit your face, starting as a sprinkle and gradually turning into a steady rainfall. Great. You grumbled, knowing you still had a while to walk and no umbrella. Pulling up your hood, your feet carried you in the direction of your apartment. Eventually, you began to approach the bridge that you had crossed not too long ago, signaling you weren’t very far now. A sigh of relief began to escape your lips, no longer wanting to be out in this weather as you were already soaked. However, whatever air you had in your lungs was immediately sucked out, leaving you frozen in shock. A figure was standing eerily still by the rails of the side of the bridge, their grip on the steel bar tight. 

You had no idea what to do in this situation. Your heart sped up, thumping against your rib cage. Your eyes diverted from the figure to the unforgiving river below, the dark water angry as rain beat down against it. Its currents roared, jagged rocks lurking beneath the churning surface. Your stomach twisted, hoping this wasn’t what you thought it was. Taking a deep breath, you began to move slowly and silently. You knew the person couldn’t hear you and you hoped they wouldn’t see you from their peripheral vision even though they had their hood up. Creeping closer, you almost had a heart attack as they suddenly hopped up onto the rail, swinging their legs around so that they were sitting facing the water. Moving quicker now, you were merely feet away.

Deep breaths. You had to act quickly. The glow of the city in the distance seemed dampened by the rain, and time seemingly slowed down. You took another slow step forward, not too fast or eager. The figure’s hands clenched tightly against the railing, knuckles turning white. Their breath came in shuddering bursts, visible in the coldness of the night. 

“You don’t want this.” Your gentle voice carried through the wind. 

They flinched at the sound of your voice, but didn’t turn around. 

“I know it feels like there’s nothing left. I know it feels hopeless, like the weight of the world is crushing you,” you continued. “But I promise this is not the way. Not like this. There is someone out there who cares about you, who would be devastated if you made this choice.”

They shivered. Whether it was from your words or from the chill in the air, you weren’t sure. You took another small step forward.

“Please,” you whispered. “You’re not alone. Please come down and let me help you.” 

For a moment, time paused. The silence was loud, and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears. 

And then–slowly, cautiously–they turned.

And you felt as if somebody had punched you in the gut, all of the air sucked out of your lungs in an instant. The weight of a million tons felt as if it were crushing your body. The world blurred at its edges, sounds turning distant as if everything was underwater.

Su-bong, your Su-bong, was staring back at you. His cheeks were tear-streaked, noticeable even in the pouring rain. His eyes were distant, hollow–though you could clearly see the blue in his irises, meaning he wasn’t high at the moment. He showed no emotion in his face, something you weren’t used to seeing. 

“Su-bong…” You whispered, and it came out strangled, like somebody was squeezing your lungs. You stood there with your arm slightly outstretched, lips parted in shock. He stared back at you, unmoving, no words coming out of his mouth. The tremors began, your fingers shaking uncontrollably as the weight of the truth settled in like ice. Your best friend, the person you loved the most, was about to kill himself. 

“You shouldn’t be here, (Y/N).” His voice was strained, raw, like he had been screaming. It was devoid of emotion, but his eyes told a different story. There was conflict flickering in them, maybe uncertainty, you couldn’t tell. 

Your knees nearly gave out as he turned back around, seemingly having his mind made up whether you were there or not. Panic set in, adrenaline coursing through your veins like fire as you lurched forward, although stopping yourself before you made a dumb decision.

“Su-bong, please! Please don’t do this, don’t you dare,” You cried, your breaths coming in short gasps as desperation clawed at you. Logic went out the window, your mouth was moving faster than your brain. “I love you, please don’t do this. I need you here.” 

He didn’t say anything. But mere seconds later, his shoulders began to shake violently. You began to hear sobs escape from the man in front of you, tearing your heart into a million pieces. And after a long, excruciating moment that seemed to stretch on forever, he slowly turned back around. Your hand, although violently trembling, was outstretched towards him. “Please come down.” You tried once more, barely audible over the unrelenting rain. Your eyes betrayed you, his outline blurring as they were swimming with tears that wouldn’t stop coming. 

But you felt his touch, his hand hesitantly grabbing yours. Slowly, but surely he swung his legs back around until he was facing you instead of the water below. As soon as he was facing you, you yanked him towards you with all of the strength you had left. His body collided with yours, and like something awakened in him, he threw his arms around you. His grip was tight, crushing–but you paid no mind, your arms finding their way around his back and clutching onto the fabric of his hoodie so tight he might fly away if you let go. He sobbed, his head dropping onto your shoulder. His knees buckled and you followed suit, lowering the two of you onto the ground. 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), god I’m so fucking sorry,” He cried. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t find words. Your chest was heaving, emotions all over the place. You just rocked him gently, quiet hiccups coming out of your mouth as you tried to grapple with reality. “I thought your life, and everyone else's, would be better off without me in it. I’m so sorry, I-I wasn’t thinking, I’m just such a fuck up-”

You cut him off, leaning back so that you could grab his face. “Do NOT say that to me, ever! You are one of the most important pieces of my life, you always have been and that has never changed. My life got better the day you came into it. Even if you feel like you have nothing else, you have me. You always have,” You took a deep breath as he rested his forehead against yours, shame written all over his face. “I love you so much, whether you know it or not. But the point is, I will always be here for you. Through the good and the bad.” 

Su-bong closed his eyes, tears still running down his face. The rain chilled the both of you to the bone, soaking through every inch of your clothing. You wiped his tears, holding him close. 

“I want to get out of here. Please, let’s go anywhere but here.” He finally whispered. You nodded, not saying a word as you slowly helped him to his feet. You kept an arm wrapped around his waist, helping him keep upright as you walked as he was unsteady on his feet. He was exhausted–emotionally, physically, and mentally. 

No words were exchanged as you brought him into your apartment. You led him into your small bathroom, sitting him on the edge of your bathtub. Grabbing multiple towels, you stood in front of him between his legs. His trembling hands didn’t go unnoticed by you, your chest aching as you looked at him. He looked distant, but was watching you. You offered him a small smile, one that was filled with warmth and familiarity. With gentle hands, you began to towel dry his soaking wet hair, bringing back some of the vibrant purple as it no longer stuck to his forehead. You had him strip out of his wet clothes, bringing him some spare of his that had been left at your apartment from long ago. Making sure he was dry and comfortable was your number one priority at the moment. 

“You’re still soaking wet.” He murmured as you were hanging the towels up to dry, making you pause. You turned, frowning as that was the first thing he’d said in a while. 

“No, you’re not worrying about me right now.” You said sternly, dropping your hands to your sides. He grabbed one of your hands, pulling you towards him. You stopped in between his legs and he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your stomach. Your hand instinctively came up to his hair, running through it like you had done many times before. After a couple of moments, he lifted his head, chin now resting on your stomach as he looked up at you. 

“Thank you,” He said softly, vulnerability shining in his eyes. “For everything. I owe you my life. I promise that I’m going to get help. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He whispered as you cupped his cheek. 

“I’ll be with you every step of the way, my love. Anything you need, I’m here. You’ll always have a home here.” You replied sincerely, your heart hurting for the man in front of you. 

“I know. I don’t know why I didn’t come home sooner.” He whispered, and the back of your eyes stung.

You went to bed that night with hope for the future, holding Su-bong close and him holding onto you all night like a lifeline. You didn’t know what exactly he had gone through in the time you were apart, but none of that mattered now. All you wanted was to protect him from his demons, and you so badly hoped that he would let you in. It would take time, but there was nothing more you wanted than to help him heal. 

[devixncy]

Could you do a Thanos fic with a sweetheart reader. Just her being kind and talkative to everyone, and him supporting her: but also acting as a bodyguard and keeping anyone from taking advantage of her kindness. 

a/n: loooved this request, kinda hate how this turned out tho but i was writing this off of nyquil and whatever braincells i have left

✧ pairing: thanos/choi su-bong x sweetheart!reader

✧ content: fem reader implied, probably (def) ooc thanos, brief mention of drugs/alcohol/sex, mention of the games but deviates from the story line, basically post squid game au, swearing, tiny bit of violence, i think that's it??

✧ word count: 2.0k

All your life, you had been a bundle of joy. Your kindness radiated off of you wherever you went. There was nothing that made you happier than helping those in need, saying hello to people passing on the street, or picking flowers for strangers. You had been a victim of bullying as a young kid, and from there on out you vowed to never treat anyone else the way you were treated. Thus, you earned the nickname ‘sunshine’.

That’s why many were confused as to how you ended up with Thanos. Your bubbly personality and his arrogant, stubborn, cocky personality clashed like fire and water. That was how the two of you worked, though. You were his sun, and him your moon. You kept him sane on his worst days, the reason that he was on the road to giving up his habits of drinking and taking pills. It wasn’t easy, and it had been a long journey. His rapping career had taken a nosedive, losing most of his money to crypto scams and stupid decisions. Before he met you his life had revolved around meaningless sex and drugs, partying every weekend until his brain turned to mush and he couldn’t feel anything. 

During the games, though, you had captured his attention like no one else ever had. He had been mildly confused at first. 

“Hey, Señorita. Why don’t you come and join my team, yeah? I, Thanos the great, will keep you safe.” He and his partner, player 124, snickered. His cockiness didn’t bother you, though. You beamed, eyes lighting up as you were thrilled somebody wanted you to join them.

“Really? Yeah, for sure!” Your reply was genuine, throwing Thanos off. Most girls played hard to get, adding an element of thrill for him. He loved the chase, and for the first time there apparently was no chase. He and Nam-gyu exchanged confused glances, with the latter looking disappointed.

“Yeah, never mind. We can find somebody el-” Thanos was quick to shut Nam-gyu up, a grin adoring his face. He threw his arm around your shoulder, giving you a squeeze. 

“Why would we need anyone else when we have this beautiful flower right here?” Thanos replied as he looked at you with his pupils blown wide. Instead of being scared away, you felt sympathy tug at your heart. You could tell that the purple haired man was struggling, fighting demons that only he knew about. With that, you decided to stick with him. And it stayed that way through the rest of the games. He tried many advances, and was only met with sincerity. His constant unnecessary flirting was met with smiles and laughter from you, so carefree that it genuinely confused him even in his incredibly high state.

He continued to watch you during the games and within the dormitory, noticing as your small acts of kindness didn’t just apply to him. He saw you give some of your food to Jun-hee, insisting that she eat more. When tension arose between players, you were there trying to break it up and most of the time, it worked. You tried to be there for Min-su when you could tell he was scared. After so long, Thanos began to grow a soft spot for you, though he would never show it.

Once the games had disbanded as the vote to leave finally won, he spent many days with you lingering in the back of his mind.  He returned to his old habits, knowing it wasn’t like him to let his thoughts be consumed by a woman. His fascination with you really just stemmed from how you managed to be a beacon of light even in the darkest of times, and how even if you were feeling low it would be impossible for anyone to tell. Everyone else's needs came before your own. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to seek you out. 

Now, while his life was still anything but quiet, he had you. While he had a funny way of showing his appreciation most of the time (he still held that same arrogant personality that you had come to know during the games), deep down he was grateful to have someone like you in his life. He knew the kind of person you were, and he couldn’t believe you stuck by someone like him. You two were walking in the street and a fan came up to him? You would quietly step back, a smile on your lips as you watched them interact. He had a show? You were there front and center every single time, being his biggest supporter. He slipped up and took a pill? You didn’t look at him differently or hold any ill will towards him. You’d stay by his side, making sure he was okay and fussing over him until he came down. That never came without a stern lecture though, of course.

What he absolutely hated, however, was when people took advantage of your kindness. There were bad people out there, but you tried to see through it, always trying to find the good in everyone. He considered you a doormat at times; you let people walk all over you just because you had such a good heart.

The two of you were walking down the street late at night. He had his hood up and sunglasses on, trying to mask his identity even though it was dark out. A cigarette was held loosely between his fingers, lazily taking a puff every now and then. You walked by his side, your fingers intertwined with his free ones. He always had to be touching you in some way whether it was holding your hand, his arm around your shoulder, or sliding his finger into the belt loop of your jeans. The man did not care about PDA, he just wanted to show you off and let everyone know you were his any chance he got. 

He was stressed, wanting nothing more than to get back to your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait to unwind and get into bed with you, imagining as you put on one of his shirts that was far too big for your frame. While he was lost in thought, he noticed that your hand had slipped out of his. Turning around, he inwardly groaned as he noticed that you had stopped by a man on the ground. He stopped, watching the interaction warily. While he knew that you were too sweet for your own good, he supported it, just always keeping a watchful eye on the situation. 

You approached the man, frowning as you felt the chill in the air. No one should have to live like this, you thought. It completely saddened you. 

“Hello sir,” you spoke softly as you began to pull money out of your purse. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to be able to get some food and hopefully some water. You could smell the alcohol wafting off of him, making your nose scrunch but that didn’t deter you. “Here. I hope this helps.” You held out the money towards him. He eyed you suspiciously, snatching it out of your outstretched hand. Before you could pull your hand away, he grabbed your wrist. Your smile faltered slightly. 

“You think this is enough, bitch?” He sneered, clearly very intoxicated. His grip on your wrist tightened and you winced, trying to pull it away. “I know you have more in there. Let’s see what else you got, huh?” He went to reach for the straps of your purse with his other hand. 

“Hey, motherfucker! I’ll fucking kill you for that!” 

Thanos shouted from behind you, wasting no time in storming up and swiftly kicking the man. The impact was enough to cause him to let go of your wrist and you stumbled back, eyes wide in shock. Thanos delivered a punch, and then another one, and you couldn’t bear to watch anymore. You knew he actually would kill the guy.

“Su-bong!” You yelled out, grabbing his arm and pulling him away with all of your strength. His nostrils flared, seething as he snatched the money right back out of the man’s hand. Instantly, you shook your head, pulling the cash out of your boyfriend’s hand. “Don’t kick him while he’s down.” You said quietly as you placed the money back down by the man, not concerned as he was too busy trying to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. Thanos rolled his eyes so hard they could’ve gotten stuck in the back of his head. He quickly pulled you away, gripping your upper arm. 

“This is why I hate the way that you are sometimes, sunshine,” He hissed, and his words stung only for a moment as you knew he didn’t really mean it. “What if I wasn’t with you, huh? Then what?” 

“I’m completely capable of taking care of myself, Su-bong.” You murmured, shaking your arm out of his grasp. You rubbed your wrist with your free hand, already being able to see the redness forming under the street lights. He grumbled, cursing as he grabbed your hand. 

“Let me see.” He inspected your wrist, anger bubbling to the surface again. He whipped around and glared at the guy on the ground, causing you to grab his shoulder and force him to keep walking. You knew his temper was like a ticking time bomb, especially when it came to anyone messing with you or even so much as looking at you the wrong way. 

“It’s okay, my love. I’m fine, we’re fine. My wrist is okay. Relax.” Your reassuring voice spoke quietly as he looked down at you, that painfully optimistic smile plastered on your face. He stopped walking and grabbed your face, smashing his lips onto yours. You reciprocated, kissing him back with a softness that rivaled his neediness. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that señorita?” He whispered, peppering kisses on your jawline and down your neck as you giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“I have to keep you on your toes somehow.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off of the ground momentarily as he squeezed you. 

“You sure do, sweetheart. I just want you to be careful, you know? You're too…nice, for your own good. Can’t have anyone taking advantage of my beautiful flower.” He growled, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder like it was nothing. Your giggling fit continued at his dramatics, although you didn’t protest. He didn’t show his protective side often so when he did you secretly loved it. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Su-bong. You don’t have to worry,” And god, he hoped you were right. You had become his lifeline, the very thing keeping him on this Earth. His past meant nothing when he had a future with you in it. “As long as I have Thanos the great as my bodyguard, I don't have to worry.” He rolled his eyes at that comment, his free hand coming up and smacking you on the ass. He heard you gasp and could almost feel the wind up as you did it back, making him chuckle. 

“Alright now, my sunshine. Let’s get you back to the safety of my bed.” He hadn’t put you down but you didn’t mind even if you were getting slightly lightheaded. You whispered an ‘I love you’, so quiet he almost didn’t catch it. He did, though, and his breath hitched. You knew he wasn’t good at showing his emotions, so whenever you did tell him you loved him you took no offense when he didn’t directly say it back. Most times, he deflected and would just answer with something along the lines of ‘yeah, you too’. He was far from the sappy type, the polar opposite of you. This time, however, you heard him loud and clear when he whispered it back. A jolt of shock ran through your body, not expecting this to be the moment he finally said what you’d been waiting to hear. 

“Wow, you must’ve really been worried about me, huh?” You couldn’t help but ruin the moment.

“Aye, don’t push it now. Next time I’ll stand by and let him rob you.”

[devixncy]

hellooo:) can you please do a gi hun x sick reader? i have been so sick for the past few days and would love to read some comfort. tysm!!!

crazy bc as soon as i received this request yesterday i got sick LOL i actually feel like i'm dying so i feel you

✧ pairing: seong gi-hun x sick!reader

✧ summary: you're sick, gi-hun takes care of you :')

✧ content: no warnings, just fluff and comfort. no games au

✧ word count: 1.0k

As soon as you began to wake up, you immediately knew something was off. Although you were still drowsy you could feel the fire in your throat and how it hurt to swallow. Even though you were under the blankets and Gi-hun’s front was pressed up against your back with his arms around you, your body felt cold yet uncomfortably hot at the same time.

‘Son of a bitch’, you thought to yourself, letting a long and dramatic sigh out of your mouth. You were undeniably getting sick. As you adjusted slightly and closed your eyes, you attempted to gaslight yourself. ‘It’s probably nothing. The air is probably dry in here and it’s bothering my throat, and if I go back to sleep I’ll be fine once I wake up again.’

Unfortunately, the gaslighting didn’t work. You awoke to a hand shaking your shoulder gently, murmurs of your name barely registering as you groaned and buried your face into the pillow. That was short lived as you were rolled onto your back, the back of a hand being pressed against your forehead. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, Gi-hun slowly starting to fill your field of vision as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you. A frown was plastered to his face as he took his hand off of your forehead and placed it on your cheek. 

“How are you feeling, my dear?” He asked as you coughed a couple of times, feeling like it was rattling your entire chest. “You were sleeping so late I was starting to get worried.” 

“Like shit.” You replied bluntly, the chills creating goosebumps all over your body. He noticed this and quickly brought the comforter up over your shoulders, tucking you in until only your head was peeking out. He stood up from the bed as he brushed your hair out of your face, grimacing as he once again touched your burning hot forehead. 

“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move a muscle, just stay right there.” He spoke quickly and rushed out of the room. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, knowing you were absolutely not moving from your spot any time soon. Your entire body felt fatigued. You had not a single drop of energy and the body aches felt like they were reaching into your bones. Closing your eyes again, you began to drift in and out of sleep until Gi-hun eventually rushed back into the room. Huffing, you opened your eyes due to the noise. He immediately got to work, firstly placing more pillows behind you to prop you up a little bit more. He placed a glass of ice water on the nightstand. On top of that, he had at least four different kinds of medication in his arms, placing them beside you as he grinned sheepishly. He left the room again only to return seconds later with extra blankets slung over one arm and the other hand carrying a bowl of juk. He placed the bowl down on the nightstand, then proceeded to delicately place the few extra blankets on top of you. You watched as he turned the TV on, putting on one of your comfort shows that he knew off the top of his head. “Do you need anything else?” He asked sincerely, hoping he grabbed everything you could’ve possibly needed. As you shook your head, he grinned and sat down next to you. 

The first thing he did was make sure that you took medicine (even if it made you gag). You washed it down with water as he held the cup up to your lips, ensuring that your arms didn’t move from underneath your warm cocoon. Then, he picked up the juk. You shook your head.

“I’m really not that hungry right now babe.” You said as you watched his smile turn into a frown, knowing he wasn’t accepting that as an answer. 

“You need to eat when you’re sick,” Gi-hun lectured as he picked up the spoon out of the bowl. “It will help soothe your throat. And it’ll make you feel warmer.” The spoon was slowly inching closer to your mouth and you glared at him, knowing you couldn’t refuse. You ate a few small bites and then shook your head again, signaling that you were done. He placed the bowl to the side, satisfied that he at least got you to eat a little bit.

“You know what would really make me feel warmer right now?” You asked as you looked at him. He hummed in response, brushing your hair out of your face again. 

“What’s that?” He asked as you smiled, wiggling your arms free from underneath the blankets. You stuck them out, making grabbing motions with both hands. 

“Come lay with me. Please.” You whined. You knew he would, even if it meant getting sick himself. This man would do anything and everything that you asked him to no matter the consequences. 

Your sentence had barely ended before he was peeling the blankets back from his side of the bed. He slid into the spot next to you and you wasted zero time. You immediately clung to him, wrapping your arms around him as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. One arm wrapped around you, his free hand pulling the comforter back over the two of you. He made sure it was snug before practically pulling you on top of him, arms secure around your back. 

You giggled as he turned his head just enough to pepper kisses all over your cheek and temple, you in turn placing one gentle kiss at the base of his neck. “Gi-hun, now you’re definitely gonna get sick.” Your warning was emphasized by you clearing your throat (although you really did need to). You could feel him shrug.

“Well that just means I’ll have even more time to spend with you, doesn’t it?” He whispered, making you roll your eyes.

“Gi-hun, I can think of a million different ways we could spend more time together that doesn’t involve both of us being miserable.” You huffed as he rubbed your back, feeling his body shake as he let out a chuckle. 

“Hush. Quality time is quality time.” 

[devixncy]

could you do a dae ho fic please? Like the reader was a barista he has a crush on but never had the courage to ask out previously to the games. And then once they get into the games he protects her and she reveals she always found him cute as well. Thanks :)

so, i may have gotten carried away while writing this one. pretty sure i typed out wayyy too many unnecessary details oops! (but i can't help it i'm sorry). anyways, i love dae-ho so so much like <3333 such a cutie

✧ pairing: kang dae-ho x fem!reader

✧ summary: dae-ho happened to be a regular at the cafe you worked at as a barista, and you had started to grow feelings for him over time. when you find yourself in the games, he ends up there as well and ultimately saves your life. fearing for your life and the fear of the unknown leads to late night confessions.

✧ content: typical squid game violence, mentions of death, i think that's it. literally just straight fluff

✧ word count: 4.8k

Your life was quiet, but you enjoyed it that way. Being a barista was the perfect job for you, it was relaxing and there was nothing you loved more than interacting with customers, especially the regulars. Unfortunately, while you loved your job, it wasn’t enough. You lived in a cramped apartment that was cozy, but your job just barely covered the rent. On top of that, you couldn’t cover your debt. You were swimming in debt, trying your hardest to help pay for your younger sister's medical bills. She was ill, and constant hospital trips and stays started building up fast. It was just the two of you, your parents having passed a few years prior. You would do anything for your sister, but having the loan sharks breathing down your neck constantly was beginning to drive you insane. You needed more money and fast.

Lost in thought, you absentmindedly drew shapes into the counter with your fingernail. The cafe was quite slow, but with the gloominess and light drizzle outside, it made sense. The bell above the door rang, signaling that someone had entered. Looking up, you immediately began to smile. One of your favorite regulars, Dae-ho, had stepped inside.

His eyes immediately met yours and he smiled at you, making your heart flutter. Dae-ho was the most kind, genuine soul you had ever met. He never failed to light up your day, even just by being in his presence. He truly was a gentleman, most likely thanks to growing up with four sisters.

“Just the usual?” You asked as he walked up to the counter.

“What, no ‘hello Dae-ho, how are you’?” He asked teasingly as you rolled your eyes.

“Hello Dae-ho, how are you?” You feigned annoyance, however you truly did want to know how he was doing. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t developed a crush on the man in front of you. He was incredibly sweet to you (and incredibly handsome), so how could you not fall for him?

“I’m great, (Y/N). And yes, I’ll take my usual.” The grin on his face was contagious, and you smiled, nodding as you began to make his order. He was a man of simple taste, ordering an Americano every time he came in. While you made it (and grabbed him a free pastry), you could hear him ask how you were doing.

“Oh, you know. Same shit different day. Just trying to get by,” You replied as you snapped the lid on his drink. Turning around, you slid it across the counter along with the bagged pastry. Dae-ho furrowed his brows at the sight of the pastry, looking at you questioningly. You shook your head before he could say anything. “Just take it, Dae. It’s on me.”

His cheeks turned a little pink at the sound of the nickname, but he nodded gratefully. He placed his money for the coffee in your hand, your skin tingling as his fingers brushed yours. You took the money and put it in the register, handing him back his change. Of course, he took his change and put it in your tip jar.

Before he picked up his items, he looked at you as you leaned on the counter. Your eyes were so full of life, the smile on your lips making his heart thud. But he could see the exhaustion in your face, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Without thinking, he leaned over and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed against your jaw gently. Eyes wide, you looked at him, cheeks starting to burn. He smiled softly, dropping his hand and picking up his coffee and pastry.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He asked, even though he knew your work schedule like the back of his hand. You nodded, still dazed, as he chuckled and walked off with a small wave.

Once outside the shop, he cursed to himself. Oh, how he wishes he were bold enough to ask you out. Every time he thought he could do it, he backed out, fearing rejection. He didn’t want to mess up the friendship the two of you had. One day, he promised himself.

— Once you had closed up shop for the day, you locked the doors to the café and headed towards the subway.

You sat down on a bench, placing your bag directly next to you. While you waited, you stared at the ground in front of you as you absentmindedly picked at your cuticles. When you weren’t working and keeping yourself distracted, the stress started to take over.

Your body tensed as someone sat next to you. Turning your head, you saw a man dressed in a nice suit, a briefcase by his side. Sighing, you scooted away a little bit more. “Whatever you’re selling, I’m definitely not interested.”

“I’m not selling anything. In fact, I would like to let you in on a great opportunity. Would you like to play a game with me?”

You frowned, confusion evident on your face. A game? Seriously? Turning towards him, you studied him for a moment. Something about this man was off putting. As you were about to open your mouth to decline his offer, he opened up a briefcase. The words died on your tongue as you saw the stacks of money.

“I’m sure you’ve played ddakji before, yes?” He asked as he picked up the red and blue squares. You nodded slowly. “Play a few games with me. And each time you win, I’ll pay you a 100,000 won.”

You stared at the money as you pondered. You needed this. A couple games of ddakji couldn’t hurt, right?

And you played. You had won most of the rounds, earning a couple of slaps in the face when you didn’t. By the time the game was over, you had accumulated a decent amount of money. Of course, not nearly enough to cover what you needed it for. As you sat there counting the money, the salesman began to speak.

“You know, miss. There are more games like this where you can win even more.”

You paused, looking up at him. It sounded too good to be true. As you were going to decline, he began to list all of your personal information. He knew your name, your occupation, the amount of debt you had accumulated. Your mouth dropped, unable to get a word out. He smiled smugly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a card. He handed it to you, and you snatched it.

“We don’t have many spots left.”

Those words resonated with you as you sat in your apartment. Taking a deep breath, you called the number on the back of the card.

“Do you wish to participate in the game? If you wish to participate, please state your name and birthdate.”

Next thing you knew, you were standing on a street corner in the dark. You rocked back and forth on your heels anxiously as you waited. Soon enough, a car pulled up next to you, rolling down the window. A masked person donning a pink suit turned his head in your direction.

“Ms. (Full name)?”

You nodded, following up with the password they had given you over the phone. The back door slid open and you climbed in, noticing the other people in the seats who were seemingly asleep. You shook off the uneasiness, trying to get comfortable in the seat. Seconds later, steam began to fill the car, making you cough. And then the world went dark.

~

When you awoke, your brain felt fogged and you were incredibly groggy. You screwed your eyes shut as the overhead lights threatened to blind you. Classical music filled your ears, and you groaned as you sat up. Opening your eyes, you scanned your surroundings. Numerous people were getting out of their beds, all wearing the same green tracksuit with numbers plastered on the back. Quickly looking down, you saw that you wore the same thing. Then you noticed your number in bold white, 301. You got out of the bed, making your way down the stairs the same way everyone else was. As you were taking it all in, the doors at the front of the room underneath the screen opened. Multiple masked figures stepped out, walking forward. The one in the front began speaking.

“I would like to extend a hearty welcome to all of you. Everyone here will participate in six games over the course of six days. Those who win will receive a handsome cash prize.”

Players began to speak up. All made good points, and you agreed that you all being basically kidnapped and the masked guards were a little strange.

Then, you gasped as multiple players were shown on screen playing the game of ddakji, announcing their names and how much debt they were in. Thankfully, your name didn’t come up.

When it came time, you got in line and signed the consent form. You didn’t bother reading it, you were just here to play some games after all. You were sure it was just some dumb fine print that didn’t really mean anything.

Soon enough, yourself and all of the other players filed into a multi-colored room. There were stairs leading up, and as you looked around you noticed multiple guards stationed in different spots. Shaking off your unease, you stepped up to the photo booth and turned to face the camera. Upon hearing the ‘smile!’, you mustered up a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“The first game will begin momentarily. After having your picture taken, follow the staff’s instructions and proceed to the game site.”

You followed behind the other players up the stairs, coming up to a large door where everyone was filing into.

“Welcome to the first game. All players, please wait a moment on the field.”

You entered the large clearing in front of you, squinting as the sunlight hit your eyes. As your eyes adjusted, you looked around at the four large walls and the comically large doll with the tree directly ahead. There were two guards standing on either side of it.

Suddenly, the three large doors slammed shut behind you with a loud clank. You gasped and turned around, as did many others.

“The first game is Red Light, Green Light. Cross the finish line without getting caught in five minutes. If you do, you pass.”

Suddenly, someone pushed past you to get to the front of the group. He seemed frantic, turning towards everyone.

“Everyone!” he shouted, waving his arms in the air. He had your full attention now. “Everyone listen up, pay attention!”

“This is not just a game! If you lose the game, you die!”

Your breath caught in your throat. There’s no way he was serious, right? How could you possibly die playing a children’s game? Others seemed to think the same thing, as someone asked him what the hell he was talking about. “We’re going to die playing Red Light, Green Light?” someone asked with a scoff.

“Yes, that’s right! If they catch you moving, they will kill you! They will shoot you from somewhere! Stay on your toes. That doll’s eyes are motion detectors!”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, no one seeming to take his word for it. Many were voicing their thoughts that this was just some ploy to get all of the money for himself.

“You have to believe me!” His voice was laced with desperation. As he finished his sentence, the doll began to whir to life, turning to face the tree. Its arm raised up, placed against the tree. The man, player 456, whirled around, panic evident in his movements.

“Do not be alarmed or panic! No matter what happens, do not panic and start running!”

Your heart began to hammer in your chest. Something in your gut told you to believe him. He seemed way too genuine to be making this all up.

“Let the game begin.”

The timer across the room flickered to life, displaying a red five minute timer.

Mugunghwa Kkoch-i Pieossseubnida

You began to move forward, freezing as the doll whirled back around and player 456 held up his hands. “Freeze!” He yelled out. Everyone stayed as still as a statue.

“Well done! You just need to stay calm like this!”

Once the doll turned again, you started to run forward, freezing again moments later. The doll's head turned, its eyes calculating everyone’s movement. Player 456 continued to yell out instructions, and so far everyone seemed to be listening despite calling him crazy.

Mugunghwa Kkoch-i Pieossseubnida

You began to run forward again, stopping dead in your tracks along with everyone else. This continued successfully for a couple of cycles. For a moment though, while you were all paused, someone began to scream. Yourself and many others side eyed the girl in shock.

“Crap. I just moved.” And with that, moments later, a gunshot rang out. Your eyes widened, unmoving, but terrified.

“NOBODY MOVE!! You must not move!” Player 456 shouted frantically, not wanting panic to ensue. Unfortunately, it was far too late for that. Multiple gunshots began to follow the first, people dropping around you left and right. Blood began to cover the field. It seemed non-stop. Your body began to tremble, feeling nauseous as the chaos unfolded around you. Player 456 was screaming at this point, trying to save everyone that he could.

“Let me repeat. You can move forward while the tagger shouts ‘Green light, red light’. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

After the announcement, the game resumed. This time, nobody dared to move from their spot. Once the green light was given again, the only person to move was player 456. And then again, he was the only one to move. Everybody was glued to their spot, too terrified to move. He began to shout instructions again, telling everyone to get behind someone bigger than you. That’s exactly what you did at the next cycle, getting behind players 120 and 124. You stayed close behind as they moved forward, trying to make sure your movement was minimal. This continued until you were almost at the finish line.

“LETS GO!” Player 456 screamed, everyone beginning to push forward as fast as they could. You did the exact same, until your foot slipped as you were trying to come to a stop. Fear coursed through your body as the ground got closer, the doll about to turn around. Everything was moving in slow motion. This was it, this was how you were going to die. Your eyes screwed shut, waiting for the impact from the ground and the bullet. Suddenly, though, you weren’t moving anymore. The back of your jacket was held tightly by somebody behind you, right as the doll said red light and turned. Your eyes flew open in shock, not daring to move a muscle. It was the longest moment of your entire life, praying whoever had their grip on your jacket didn’t lose it. As soon as the doll turned back around, whoever was behind you instantly pulled you back up. Your arm was grabbed and you were hastily pulled towards the red line, being shoved over it as the doll said red light. You stumbled and fell to your hands and knees, wheezing as you tried to catch your breath. Then you paused, whipping around to see who it was.

And there he was, standing mere inches from the finish line. You stared at him, mouth agape. Dae-ho was standing right in front of you, the number 388 plastered to his jacket. Your heart thudded in your chest, your ears ringing. You couldn’t even process it, that he was in this mess just like you were. Moments later, he crossed the line, running straight to you. He crouched down next to you, gripping your face in his hands like he was making sure you were real. Your lips parted, but words refused to come out. He had just saved your life and there you sat trembling like a leaf, not even able to muster a ‘thank you’. However, he didn’t say anything either. His eyes said it all. He was completely terrified.

“Dae-ho…” You whispered, your voice shaking. Before he could respond, everyone’s heads shot up towards the sky. A retractable roof was closing over the top of the arena, closing you all in like animals in a cage.

Before he could say anything, you were all being herded back to the main room. The guards gave you no time to process anything, forcing you to get moving. Dae-ho stayed right next to you, a gentle grip on your upper arm. The atmosphere entering back into the main room was dark, the obscene amount of death and bloodshed looming over everyone’s head like a dark cloud. You sat next to Dae-ho, silent as a mouse. Everyone was silent. What could possibly be said after what you had all just witnessed? Your gaze bore into the ground in front of you, knees tucked into your chest with your arms wrapped around them. Dae-ho was lost in thought, his side pressed up against yours. The touch kept you somewhat grounded, though just barely.

Suddenly, the bright overhead lights flickered to life and the door opened. Everyone's attention turned towards the guards that stepped into the room. Upon seeing them, everybody scrambled back further, clearly terrified. You were no exception, pushing yourself backwards up the stairs behind you. Dae-ho did the same, a protective grip around your body.

“Congratulations for making it through the first game. Here are the results from the first game.” The board above them began to change, the number 456 changing to 365.

More chaos began to ensue. People begging for their lives, the promise of a fair voting process. The voting process was anything but smooth, tensions beginning to rise between the players. You chose X with no hesitation. While you needed the money, you had to be there for your sister. You couldn’t help her, the only family she had left, if you were dead. Dae-ho had voted X as well, much to your relief. Unfortunately, your relief was short lived, as you lost the vote to leave by one. You were devastated, wanting nothing more than to curl up and cry. Showing weakness may not be the greatest idea, though. Not in a place like this.

Once it was meal time, you sat on the stairs with your tin of food in one hand and water bottle in the other. You had zero appetite. Dae-ho, who was sitting next to you, wasted no time in digging into his. You turned your head towards him and he paused.

“What?” He asked halfway through shoveling food into his mouth. You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “You need to eat something too, (Y/N). You can’t let yourself go hungry, gotta retain your strength. Here,” He said, scooping some of his onto his spoon and putting it up to your mouth. Your lips tightened into a thin line, silently refusing. He frowned. “I’m serious-”

“What are you even doing here, Dae-ho?” You cut him off, turning towards him a little more. He swallowed, frown still on his face.

“I could ask you the same thing.” His tone was completely serious now, setting his tin down next to him. You set yours down as well, refusing to meet his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re both in this mess, and now we both have to somehow make it out alive.” You hoped you didn’t come off as hopeless as you felt. Dae-ho decided not to press any further. He nodded in agreement. There was nothing the two of you could do about it now.

“We’re going to get out of here, you and I. Together. I swear to you,” He grabbed your hands in his, running his thumb across your knuckles. That was his typical positive attitude coming out. You sighed, finally meeting his eyes. “Now come on. I was serious before, you need to at least try to eat.” He said, his usual grin returning to his face. You couldn’t help it, your lips twitched up into a smile. If it were possible, his smile got even wider, gently pinching your cheek with his fingers. “Aha! There’s that smile that I know and love.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a light shove. He laughed, and you gave in, picking up your tin. You ate in small bites, finally realizing how hungry you truly were. Dae-ho resumed eating, scarfing his down before you were even a third of the way done with yours. He patiently waited until you were finished with yours, taking your tin from you and setting it aside.

After meal time, you and Dae-ho had begun conversing with player 456 and player 399 who were nearby. As it turns out, player 399 whose name you found out to be Jung-bae, was a former marine just like Dae-ho. They saluted each other, their interactions causing you to giggle, letting some of the tension leave your body. Dae-ho’s eyes lit up at the sound, warmth spreading through his body. The rest of the night went as smoothly as it could save for the scuffle that occurred between players 230, 124, 333 and 001.

Then, it was time for lights out. Most players were fast asleep, but you laid in your bed, staring up at the glowing piggy bank. Alone with your thoughts, your mind was racing. There was no way you could sleep. Your head was pounding and you sighed as you turned onto your side. Lucky for you, Dae-ho’s bed was right next to yours. Realistically, he had claimed it as soon as he saw it was empty, assuming the person who was there previously was eliminated. From what you could tell, he was fast asleep. However you really needed some company and reassurance at the moment.

“Dae,” You whispered. He didn’t budge. Of course, you thought as you rolled your eyes. He would be a heavy sleeper. “Dae-ho!” You whisper-shouted, hoping you didn’t have to say it again. Thankfully, you saw him starting to stir. His eyes fluttered open, opening completely as he realized it was you who had awoken him. Quickly, he sat up.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He whispered, concern gracing his features. You shook your head, starting to feel a little silly for waking him.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up. You can go back to sleep.” You whispered back, realizing he was probably exhausted.

He shook his head, getting up from his bed and coming over to yours. He knelt down next to you, tucking your hair behind your ear. You felt pitiful.

“Will you lay with me?” Your voice came out as barely a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear. His heart skipped a beat, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Of course, love. Scoot over.”

You blushed at the nickname but immediately moved over to make room for him. Without hesitation, he hopped into your bed, laying on his side so that he was facing you. He cupped your face gently, running his thumb over your cheekbone. You didn’t say anything, but he read you like a book. “What’s wrong?”

You could feel a lump forming at the back of your throat, and you stared into his eyes. Truth be told, you were so terrified. This was a fear you had never felt before in your life. If it wasn’t for the man next to you, you wouldn’t even be alive. How did you go from casually flirting with each other in the coffee shop, not a care in the world, to arriving at death’s door together? Tears burned at the back of your eyes, threatening to come to the surface.

“I’m scared, Dae-ho. I’m so scared,” Your voice cracked, tears spilling over your eyes slowly. Dae-ho was quick to wipe them away, his heart breaking. “I just wanted to save my sister. I thought that if I joined the games and won some money, I could take the stress off of both of us. I wouldn’t have to worry about the medical bills, or the loan sharks, or anything. I would be able to work without having the weight of the world on my shoulders, and it would just be us in the cafe, and nothing else would matter. You and my sister were the only things keeping me going, and now you and I are both here and one or both of us could die.” You cried quietly as Dae-ho looked at you sadly. He pulled you into his chest, shushing you as you wept into his shirt. He let you cry it out, not saying anything as he rubbed your back. Eventually, when you became silent, he pulled back so he could look at your face. Your eyes were red, cheeks tear streaked.

“(Y/N), listen to me. As long as we’re in here together, I won’t let anything happen to you. Truly, you’re the light of my life and if something happened to you I don’t think I could forgive myself. You’re my anchor, especially in a place like this. I have something here to keep me going, you know?” He murmured. You sniffled and nodded, but he kept going. “The moment I saw you in that cafe I knew I was in trouble. I thought you were the most perfect thing to grace this earth, and if I wasn’t so stupid, I would’ve asked you out a long time ago.”

Your eyes widened at that, looking at him as he smiled at you. “You really mean that?” Your pulse quickened at the confession.

“Every word,” He chuckled as he drew shapes into the fabric of your jacket. “This is gonna be awkward for me if you don’t feel the same.” At that, you gave him a light shove and he laughed.

“Of course I feel the same, you idiot. Why do you think you were getting so many free pastries?” You joked, then became serious. “Seriously though, Dae-ho. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. I wish you would’ve asked me out a long time ago, I’ve had a giant crush on you for a while now. I thought it was obvious.”

“It was obvious,” you rolled your eyes at that. “I was just too scared to do something about it. I didn’t wanna mess anything up between us. And now here we are, in the worst possible situation, and I’m finally confessing this to you.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes as he thought about the circumstances. “How about when we get out of here, I take you out on a date, yeah? We’ll go somewhere nice with my share of the money.”

“It doesn’t have to be fancy, Dae-ho. As long as I’m with you it doesn’t matter,” You said sincerely, a small smile gracing your lips. “But I would love to.”

He grinned at that, his entire face lighting up. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You grabbed one of his hands and he gave it a gentle squeeze. To his surprise, you craned your neck up and placed your lips directly onto his. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you could feel him smile against your lips as he moved his free hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. He pulled away after a few moments, before leaning back down and placing another quick peck to your lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He teased, excitement present in his voice. You giggled, feeling over the moon with happiness even if it was just for a moment. Dae-ho shifted to lay flat on his back, pulling you with him. Your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He had his arm around you and you threw your leg over the top of his, making yourself comfortable

“Thank you for saving my life earlier.” You spoke quietly as you wrapped your arm around him, soothed by the rise and fall of his chest. He was quiet for a moment.

“I would do it all over again. I’m not leaving your side so long as we’re still playing these games.”

Those were the only words you needed to hear, shutting your eyes as you finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber as you could feel him pull the blanket over the two of you. For the first time in a while, your body felt at ease. You felt safe, like there was nothing in the world that could harm you. Even if it was just for the night.

[devixncy]

hii!! could you please do a gi-hun fluff? maybe the reader is stressed and gi hun comforts them? honestly, i don't mind the details as long as it's sweet! thank you!! 🫶

yess!! gi-hun deserves sm love

✧ pairing: seong gi-hun x reader

✧ summary: the games are getting to you more than you thought. gi-hun tries to help you through it.

✧ warnings: mention of anxiety

✧ word count: 1.1k

To say you were terrified was an understatement. The fear of death lingered in the back of your mind at all times, taking over your thoughts at every opportunity. You didn’t want to die-not here, not like this. When you made the decision to join the games, you thought it would be easy money. Playing some games similar to ddakji that you played with the man from the subway couldn’t be that bad, right? Oh, how wrong you were. 

Although you had successfully made it through the first two games, thanks to Gi-hun and the rest of your group that had formed, you couldn’t help but have a constant, overwhelming sense of dread. As pessimistic as you were, you didn’t want to drag anyone else down with you. That’s why you were currently sitting alone on the cold, metal stairs, head in your hands. The red patch on your chest, showing that you voted to leave, didn’t make things any better. The fact that you were stuck here because more players wanted to stay than leave loomed over you as well. It stuck out, almost painting you as a target to anyone that had voted O. As much as you wanted–needed–the money that the games promised, your life just didn’t seem worth the risk. There were other ways to get money that didn’t involve a brutal death. 

It felt like you were drowning. The screams, the gunshots, all of it replayed in your mind and you couldn’t turn it off. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, ears starting to ring. You couldn’t shake off the anxiety, it threatened to swallow you whole. Nothing was even going on at that moment, all of the players just milling around until lights out, which made you feel incredibly weak. Pathetic even. A lump formed in the back of your throat, and it felt harder to breathe. The anxiety attack that was coming was inevitable at that point, and you tried to make yourself look as small as possible, alone in your corner. Clutching at your chest with one hand, you tried to control your breathing before it got out of control.  

While you were deep in your own head, out of the corner of your eye, you could see that someone had sat down next to you. Turning your head slightly, you saw that it was Gi-hun. Once he realized that you had noticed him, he gave you a smile that made your heart flutter. Yes, you thought he was attractive and you could tell he had an incredibly kind soul. While he may have come off cold at first (and he had his reasons), he quickly warmed up to your group, especially you. His goofy personality began to shine through around you, drawing you in. But what was the point in trying to get close to someone when they or yourself could be dead at any time?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He asked sincerely, clearly noticing your distress. Giving him a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, you shook your head and exhaled slowly. 

“Nothing, just…thinking.” You answered quietly, not wanting to appear weak in front of him. Even though he more than likely knew exactly how you felt, having been in the games before. However, you knew he could see right through you.

Your leg shaking up and down and the subtle tremble of your hands didn’t go unnoticed by him. To your surprise, Gi-hun slowly knelt down in front of you, gently grabbing your hand that wasn’t locked onto the fabric of your shirt and grasping it in his. He placed his other hand on your knee, ever so softly running his thumb over the fabric of your pants in a soothing motion. 

“I promise you, (y/n), that I will do everything in my power to get you out of here. To get all of us out of here,” he nodded his head towards Jung-bae, Dae-hoe, Young-il, and Jun-hee, who were all deep in conversation in the distance. “I swear to you, we will leave here unharmed. I vowed to stop these games once and for all and I don’t plan on failing.”

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes, tears building behind them. “Please don’t make a promise like that. That you know you might not be able to keep.” You so badly wanted all of you to get out together. Especially your little group, they had become like family in such a short time, everyone looking out for each other. However, you knew it wasn’t a possibility that you all make it out alive. It was a devastating thought, one that threatened to pull you right back under.

Hands cupped either side of your face, wiping away tears that you weren’t aware were falling. Opening your eyes, Gi-hun was looking at you, smiling once he noticed you were looking at him. He had a determination and sincerity in his eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you knew he was hell bent on keeping that promise. He pulled you into his arms gently, and you quickly reciprocated, circling your arms around him and burying your head into his chest. Slowly, one of his hands rubbed up and down your back, making you melt into his arms. You hadn’t realized how badly you just needed some sort of comfort, anything to take away your fear even if just for a moment. Listening to Gi-hun’s heartbeat, yours slowly fell into rhythm with his, your tremors subsiding. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed like that, but eventually, he pulled back slightly. His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, looking into your eyes.

“I will stay awake all night tonight if it means keeping you safe,” he said sincerely. Oh, right. You had forgotten what he had said, about what happened last time he played. Players coming after one another, picking off the weaker ones after lights out. A surge of panic went through you, and he noticed, rubbing your shoulders. “I mean it. No one will touch you.” 

Standing up slowly, he grabbed both of your hands, pulling you up with him. He slung his arm around your shoulders, giving you a light squeeze. “Now come on, we’ve gotta go build up some kind of defense so that I can better protect you, right?” 

That got a smile out of you and Gi-hun grinned, leading you down the stairs and over towards your group. 

Once your barrier had eventually been assembled and everyone else was calling it a night, yourself and Gi-hun decided to take the first watch. You sat side by side, your leg pressed against his, the simplicity of the touch keeping you grounded. Your eyes wandered around the room, thankfully not seeing much of anything going on. Subconsciously, you leaned into Gi-hun, resting your head on his shoulder. He looked down, smiling and wrapping his arm around you. Your body completely relaxed and for the first time since you woke up here, you felt safe. 

You knew he would keep his promise, and now you were just as determined as he was to make it out alive.

[devixncy]

do you accept platonic request?

yes i do!

[devixncy]

hii all! i want to start taking fic requests for squid game (especially season 2 lawd). i have not written for a fandom in honestly years and this is my opportunity to get back into it considering my current hyperfixation.

i will write for: seong gi-hun (player 456), kang dae-ho (player 388), hwang in-ho (frontman/player 001), hwang jun-ho, lee myung-gi (player 333), choi su-bong (thanos/player 230), cho sang-woo (player 218), and the recruiter/salesman :)

send in your requests! the only thing i won’t write is smut (not my thing, i’m not good at writing it hahah). it may take me a while to get to requests as i’m quite busy with work, and i will write what i’m comfortable with:)