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Idc if this gets NO likes or comments or anything, I think he’s fine and I want to share him with the world.

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(Gale is covering my Tav’s eyes)

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Namgyu twins supermarket visit and the kids „steal“ one candy bar ?

Summary: as above

Warnings: none

Nam-Gyu had already resigned himself to the chaos that came with taking his twins to the supermarket. Ru-Yeon and Sae-Hyun, now three years old, were tiny whirlwinds of energy, darting between shelves and gasping dramatically at every colorful package.

He had them strapped into the cart—at least, he thought he did—until Ru-Yeon somehow wriggled free and grabbed a bag of gummy bears off a display. “No, sweetheart, we’re not getting those today,”

Nam-Gyu said, plucking the bag from her hands.

Ru-Yeon’s lips wobbled. “But Appa, it’s beaaaars.”

“They’re candy, not real bears.” “Still beaaaars,” she huffed.

Sae-Hyun, watching the exchange, suddenly developed an intense interest in the snack aisle. Nam-Gyu didn’t think much of it—until they reached checkout, and he lifted his son out of the cart. A crinkle sounded.

Nam-Gyu paused. Slowly, he turned Sae-Hyun around. Sticking out from under the back of his tiny hoodie was a slightly squished chocolate bar.

“Sae-Hyun,” Nam-Gyu said, exasperated but also slightly impressed. “Did you put this in your hoodie?”

The boy blinked up at him, wide-eyed. “No.”

Nam-Gyu raised an eyebrow.

“…Maybe.”

Ru-Yeon gasped, betrayal in her voice. “Sae-Hyun! You stole it?” “I was just holding it,” Sae-Hyun mumbled, clutching his hoodie strings.

Nam-Gyu sighed, crouching down so he was eye level with his son. “Listen, buddy. We don’t take things without paying for them. That’s called stealing.”

Sae-Hyun pouted. “But I wanted to eat it.” “I know, but we have to ask first, okay? We have to buy things.”

Ru-Yeon, arms crossed, nodded sagely. “Yeah, Appa always says, ‘Money doesn’t grow on trees.’”

Nam-Gyu pinched the bridge of his nose. “Exactly. Now, what do we say to the cashier?”

Sae-Hyun fidgeted, then looked up at the woman behind the counter. “Sorry for stealing…”

The cashier, clearly trying not to laugh, waved it off. “No worries, cutie. At least you’re honest.”

Nam-Gyu sighed and pulled out his wallet. “We’ll pay for it.”

As they left the store, Ru-Yeon tugged on his sleeve. “Appa, can I steal next time if we say sorry?”

Nam-Gyu groaned. “Absolutely not.”

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I’m crying!!

more dad!thanos pretty pleaseee!! maybe shopping at the grocery store with reader and his kid? 🥺🥺🥺

I love your works and they really brighten up my day!

Shopping With appa and Eomma

Summary: as above

Warnings: none

The grocery store was always a battlefield. Not because it was particularly crowded, but because Choi Su-Bong—better known as Thanos—had a daughter who was just as strong-willed as he was.

Little Jun-Ha, barely five years old, had a firm grip on the tiny shopping cart meant for kids, her determined expression mirroring her father’s as she navigated the aisles. She took this responsibility very seriously.

You walked beside Su-Bong, trying to hide your amusement as he watched his daughter with cautious eyes. “She’s too confident,” he muttered, arms crossed. “This can only end in disaster.”

You bumped your hip into his. “She’s your kid. What did you expect?”

Su-Bong exhaled through his nose like a weary general preparing for battle. “Jun-Ha,” he called as she reached for a pack of cookies, her tiny hands struggling to lift it. “What’s the rule?”

Jun-Ha huffed but relented. “One snack, Appa.” “One snack,” he confirmed.

She dramatically sighed, putting the cookies back and reaching for her true goal: a pink bag of strawberry gummies. You gave Su-Bong a knowing look. “That was her plan all along.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “She’s too smart. We’re doomed.”

Jun-Ha proudly placed the gummies in her tiny cart and pushed forward, her eyes locked on the cereal aisle like a warrior charging into battle.

You leaned against Su-Bong’s arm as you both followed her. “You love it, though.” He grumbled but didn’t deny it. “She’s lucky she’s cute.”

Jun-Ha suddenly gasped, stopping so abruptly that her cart nearly toppled over. “Appa! We forgot the most important thing!”

Su-Bong tensed. “What?”

She turned to you for support. “Tell him, Eomma! We need banana milk!” You barely held in your laughter as Su-Bong groaned, already reaching for his wallet. “Fine. But you carry it.”

Jun-Ha grinned triumphantly and raced toward the dairy aisle, her little sneakers squeaking on the floor.

Su-Bong shook his head, but you caught the small smile playing on his lips. He might act exasperated, but you knew the truth—there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his little girl.

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Oh my GOODNESSSSSS! (I don’t read smut, but I read the sfw stuff and it’s so WHOLESOME!!)

Would you write a sfw or nsfw or both headcannon for any of the squid game characters with a chubby reader

thanos x chubby reader ✩ headcanons

warnings: 18+, smut.

a/n: thank you for the request anon!! i had a lot of fun writing this, and i hope this is what you envisioned! i decided to go with thanos bc i’m a sucker for thanos fluff. also, sorry if this is a little shorter than usual, i’m super busy this week but wanted to get this posted. :)

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• thanos is extremely protective over you. he has to constantly be touching you or in your presence. whenever you go out and paparazzi is extra overwhelming, his hands will tightly grip your hips, sometimes a little too tightly, but it’s only because you make him feel safe.

• thanos is constantly taking pictures of you and uploading them to social media. “yeah, pose like that, baby.” he’ll say, holding the phone camera up to you. “so pretty.”

• he loves cuddling with you. as much as his front makes him out to be a tough guy, he’s really just a big softie inside. he’ll lie in between your legs and trace circles on your thigh. “can you play with my hair?” he’ll whine.

• any hate comments about you will be instantly deleted and blocked by him. you try your best not to read what people say online, but unfortunately it’s always quite tempting. thanos will find you curled up in bed, silent tears escaping your eyes, and phone in hand.

“baby what are you doing?” he’ll ask, and upon seeing your state will instantly rush to you and pull your phone out of your hand and hold you close to his chest.

“what did i tell you about reading those?” he’ll give you a small smile. “what those people think don’t matter. you’re beautiful.”

• ever since you guys started dating, every song he writes has been about you. he’ll take you to the studio with him and pull you onto his lap, holding onto you tightly, and play you his most recent song. “what do you think?” he’ll ask, grinning up at you. “guess who it’s about.”

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• i don’t think thanos would treat you any different during sex, but that sense of normalcy is nice.

• he loves mirror sex. whenever he has you pushed up against the bathroom counter, entering you from behind, he’ll force you to look at yourself as you take him. “fuck, look at how beautiful you are.” he’ll murmur.

• thanos loves it when you sit on his face. the first time he brought it up, you were a little hesitant, “i don’t wanna hurt you.”

he just flashed a cheeky grin at you. “babe, you’re not going to. please?”

• this man will absolutely worship your body. you’re his muse, so of course he finds every single part of you absolutely perfect. after sex, he’ll pull you onto his chest, lighting a cigarette while slowly stroking your hair or tracing circles on your bare skin.

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He just really loves his crew ♥️

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Suddenly I'm a map 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

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JUNG BAE APPRECIATION POST!!

I LOVE HIM!!

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I’m so glad you did make this gif 🥰

Sorry but....freckles.

Edit: Turned off the Subtitles to take the pic then turned it back on...and they suddenly started speaking English mid-sentence lmao.

Also, his eyes are so pretty

No Kangaroo, you are NOT making fucking gifs just stfu.

Edit: Okay ONLY because he looks particularly pretty here, I think it's because he's missing his glasses

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NOOOO! (My brother has seen my edits…)

My notes were open and my brother saw my fics 😔

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Me with Roh Jae won

What it feels like to hyperfixate on a character/celebrity

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I finished it!!

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This is my wallpaper. It’s been some kind of picture of him for months now.

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These are so wholesome!!!

Hi mom!!! (Yes I'm gonna call u mom everytime I request smth) So what if namgyu (or) Seowan joked about smth but that made reader cry???

Yes, my child.

The joke

Characters: Kim Seo-Wan x Fem!reader, Nam-Gyu x fem!reader, Roh Jae-Won x fem!reader

Summary: as above

Warnings:

KIM SEO-WAN

Seo-Wan had always been good at making you laugh. His humor was dry, sometimes self-deprecating, but it always felt warm, like a soft blanket on a cold day. Even on the rougher days, when the weight of his mind pressed down on him, he still found ways to lighten the mood with a small joke or a playful quip.

So, when he made a joke today, he didn’t expect you to react the way you did.

You had been sitting together in the hospital courtyard, the faint warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the trees. He was telling you about his session earlier that day—how he had been talking to his therapist about feeling like a burden sometimes. You had been listening carefully, nodding along, giving him that soft, patient look that always made his heart feel a little steadier.

But then he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe I should just disappear for a while, give everyone a break from me.”

It was supposed to be lighthearted. He didn’t mean it. But the second the words left his lips, your expression changed. Your lips pressed together, your hands gripping your sleeves. Your eyes, once warm and full of quiet understanding, were suddenly glassy.

And then, to his horror, you started crying. “Wait—wait, Y/N,” Seo-Won panicked, his voice rising slightly as he scooted closer. His fingers hovered uncertainly near your hands, not sure if he should touch you or give you space. “I was just joking, I swear. I didn’t mean it like that.”

You sniffled, shaking your head. “That’s not funny, Seo-Wan.”

Guilt settled into his chest like a heavy stone. He had seen you sad before, but this was different. This was because of him. “I—I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I wasn’t thinking. I just—” His voice faltered.

You wiped at your eyes, exhaling shakily. “I know you don’t mean it, but…” You looked up at him then, and the rawness in your gaze made his heart ache. “What if you did? What if, one day, you actually did disappear? What if you decided everyone really would be better off without you?” (subtle foreshadowing?)

Seo-Won felt his throat tighten. He knew what you meant. He knew why that joke wasn’t funny.

“I don’t want you to joke about things like that,” you murmured. “Not when I—” You hesitated, then reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Not when I love you.” His breath caught. You had said those words before, but somehow, right now, they hit differently. They weren’t just a declaration—they were a plea.

Seo-Won swallowed, interlacing his fingers with yours. His grip was firm, as if holding onto you kept him tethered. “I’m sorry,” he said again, softer this time. “I won’t joke about that anymore. I promise.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand again before releasing a trembling breath. “Good.” For a moment, you both sat in silence, letting the weight of the conversation settle. Then, in true Seo-Won fashion, he cleared his throat and muttered, “Guess I really need to work on my comedy routine, huh?” You let out a watery laugh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah. Maybe stick to bad puns.”

His lips curled into a small smile. “Duly noted.”

And as the sun continued to warm the courtyard, he silently promised himself that he would never joke about disappearing again. Because he had you. And no matter how dark things got, he wanted to stay.

For you.

For both of you.

NAM-GYU

Nam-Gyu had always been a jokester. It was one of the things you loved about him—his ability to find humor in almost anything, to make you laugh even when life wasn’t going your way.

But today, his joke didn’t land the way he expected. You had been telling him about a mistake you made at work, something that had been bothering you all day. It wasn’t a huge mistake, but it made you feel embarrassed and frustrated with yourself. You had been hoping for comfort, or at least a distraction.

Instead, Nam-Gyu, ever the comedian, had smirked and said, “Wow, maybe I should start calling you ‘Clumsy-dumb Y/N’ from now on.”

The nickname was meant to be lighthearted, but something about it—maybe the way it reminded you of your own insecurities, maybe the fact that you were already feeling raw—made your chest tighten. Your throat ached. Before you could stop yourself, tears welled up in your eyes. Nam-Gyu’s grin faltered the moment he saw your face change.

“Hey, wait—” He reached for you, but you had already turned away, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes.

“I—I know it was a joke,” you sniffled, embarrassed by your reaction. “I just… I already feel stupid about it, and that just made it worse.”

Nam-Gyu’s stomach twisted with guilt. He wasn’t the type to upset people on purpose, especially not you. His jokes were supposed to make you laugh, not cry.

“Ah, Y/N…” His voice softened as he moved closer, his hands landing gently on your shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I don’t actually think you’re dumb, right? You’re, like, the smartest person I know.”

You took a shaky breath. “It didn’t feel like that for a second.”

Nam-Gyu frowned. He hated this—hated that he had made you feel bad, even for a second. He rubbed the back of his neck, then sighed, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m really sorry,” he murmured against your hair. “That was a dumb joke. If it helps, I’ll never call you that again. I’ll just go back to calling you the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Despite yourself, you let out a small, watery laugh. Nam-Gyu pulled back just enough to see your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

“There it is,” he said with a relieved smile. “I much prefer making you laugh.”

You sniffled again but leaned into his touch. “Maybe stick to funnier jokes next time.” “Noted,” he said, then, after a beat, added, “Can I still call myself ‘Clumsy-dumb Nam-Gyu’ when I do dumb things?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Fine.” Nam-Gyu grinned and kissed your forehead.

“Deal.”

ROH JAE-WON

You and Jae-Won were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phones, the warm hum of the TV playing in the background. It was one of those lazy evenings where the two of you just existed in each other’s space, comfortable and easy.

Jae-Won chuckled at something on his screen and nudged your arm. “Hey, look at this,” he said, showing you a meme.

You grinned but didn’t laugh, your mind preoccupied with the stress from earlier in the day. Work had been overwhelming, and you were already feeling a little fragile. But Jae-Won didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he playfully bumped his shoulder against yours. “You’re so serious today,” he teased. “What, did I finally make you lose interest in me?”

It was meant to be lighthearted, a harmless joke. But something about it hit differently. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the creeping self-doubt, or just the weight of everything you hadn’t voiced out loud. Before you could stop yourself, tears welled up in your eyes.

Jae-Won’s smile faded instantly. “Wait… You’re—?” His voice softened as he sat up straight, eyes scanning your face with concern. “Oh no, no, I was just joking, baby. I didn’t mean that.”

You quickly wiped your eyes, embarrassed. “I know, I just… I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Jae-Won frowned, then gently pulled you into his arms. “No, it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong.” He rubbed soothing circles on your back, his warmth grounding you.

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “I just had a hard day, and I guess I’m feeling kind of insecure. Your joke just… hit me the wrong way.”

Jae-Won exhaled, holding you a little tighter. “I’m so sorry, love. I was being stupid. You know I’d never joke about something if I knew it would make you feel like this.”

You nodded against his chest. “I know.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “From now on, I’ll be more careful, okay? And if you ever feel this way, you have to tell me. No bottling things up.”

You sniffled and let out a small laugh. “Okay.” Jae-Won pulled back just enough to see your face, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “But just so we’re clear—you losing interest in me? Impossible.”

This time, you really did laugh, and he grinned in relief. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s do something to make you feel better. Ice cream? A bad movie? Or do you just want me to hold you?”

You looked up at him, warmth filling your chest. “Just hold me.”

And he did, for as long as you needed.

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Please please please more twins and namgyu

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The birth

Character: Nam-Gyu X fem!reader

Summary: How he felt and acted while you gave birth to the twins (Girl: Ry-yeon, Boy: Sae-Hyun)

Warnings: none

Nam-Gyu had always prided himself on being cool under pressure. He could handle tense negotiations, difficult clients, and even a crying baby in a restaurant without breaking a sweat. But today? Today, he was a complete mess.

Your hand squeezed his like a vice, and he swore he could feel his bones shifting under the pressure. You were mid-contraction, your face contorted in pain, and all he could do was uselessly whisper, "You're doing so well, jagiya," even though he knew that wasn’t enough.

The hospital room smelled of antiseptic, and the beeping of monitors blended with the hushed voices of the medical staff. Nam-Gyu had read every book, watched every video, even practiced breathing exercises with you. But nothing had prepared him for this—watching the love of his life in pain and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

"Get them out, Nam-Gyu," you groaned, your forehead damp with sweat. "I swear, I—"

"I know, I know, baby, they're coming soon," he reassured, though he had no control over the timing. He glanced at the doctor for confirmation, but they were too focused on delivering your firstborn.

Then, after what felt like a lifetime—one final push, a sharp cry filled the room. "It's a girl!"

Nam-Gyu sucked in a breath. Ru-Yeon. Their daughter. His little girl.

"She’s here," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion as he caught a glimpse of her. Tiny, red-faced, and already wailing like she had important things to say. He wanted to hold her, to tell her how much he loved her already, but he couldn’t leave your side. And then—"One more, almost there!"

Your grip on him tightened as the contractions returned. He kissed your knuckles, whispering soft encouragements even as his own voice shook. "Almost, jagiya, just a little more."

Minutes later, another cry rang out.

"A boy!" Nam-Gyu let out a shaky laugh, pure relief washing over him. Sae-Hyun. His son. His firstborn son.

He looked at you, completely exhausted but still the most beautiful person he had ever seen. "You did it," he murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. "You’re incredible."

When the nurses placed the twins in your arms, Nam-Gyu felt something deep in his chest shift. A kind of love so profound it was terrifying.

Carefully, he reached out, running a trembling finger over Sae-Hyun’s tiny hand. The baby grabbed it instinctively, holding on tight. Ry-Yeon, nestled against your chest, let out a tiny sigh.

Nam-Gyu exhaled, overwhelmed.

He had been so worried about whether he would be a good father, about whether he could handle twins. But now, looking at them—his family—he realized something. No matter how much he worried, no matter how chaotic things got, he would love them with everything he had. And that was enough.

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Choi seung-hyun!☆