idkshithead

[idkshithead]

i need this typa comfort rn

"don't go." you whispered, emotion clawing up your throat as you ghosted your fingers over adam's shoulder.

he looked at you, half his face still buried in the pillows. "what do you mean? i'm right here."

tears burned your eyes as you brought your hand up to brush his hair off his forehead. "i just...i don't want you to go."

he frowned at you then, finally understanding what you were talking about.

"i'm not going anywhere, i promise." he said quietly, reaching out and pulling you against him. "i'm here, okay?"

"okay."

[idkshithead]

Rockstar.

adam faulkner-stanheight x fem!grunge!reader

a/n: this was inspired by that one deleted scene where adam and amanda meet except instead of him meeting amanda, he meets reader 🫶 lmk if u want part 2 🤞

summary: as adam is passing out flyers for his friend’s band, he unexpectedly meets his new muse.

genre: fluff. duh. what else.

cw: no trap au/nothing bad happens au

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adam was stuck with handing out flyers for his friend’s band on a saturday night.

as for y/n, she was working the night shift at her job.

when she descended the stairs of her apartment complex to leave for work, she saw a man with dark hair and a camera hanging from his neck and holding a stack of flyers. “very rockstar.” he said. she didn’t quite know if he was talking to her so she looked at him in silence for a moment, before he clarified. “your style. it’s very rockstar.” he chuckles awkwardly before regaining his composure and clearing his throat. the young woman smiled softly at his nervousness. “speaking of rockstar, my buddy’s band is playing tonight. you should check them out. they actually don’t totally suck, as far as buddy bands go.” he smiles again. “maybe i will.” she smiled and took the flyer he handed her. as she was about to keep walking, he stopped her. he didn’t want to pass up this opportunity to talk to such a pretty girl. he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t.

“you from around here?” he asked. “i just moved here actually. i’m y/n.” she introduced herself. “adam.” he grinned softly, which she reciprocated. after a bit of an awkward silence, he picked up his camera. “can i… take your picture?” he smiled sheepishly. “me?” she tried to clarify in surprise. “yeah, it’s okay if not but i just think your style is really cool and y’know you’re very p-pretty and all…” he stammers, internally cursing himself for being so awkward. y/n’s grin grew wider and she tried to suppress her smile by biting her lip as she nodded to give him consent. he seemed relieved and his grin widened as well as he raised his camera and snapped a picture of the young woman on the stairs.

the two gave each other a shy smile and nod, and y/n kept walking towards the exit of the apartment complex. “i’ll see you there then.” adam said. “…i won’t see you there, will i?” y/n giggled a bit, “if you were anybody else, no, you wouldn’t.” she smirked at him. “but i might make an exception. and maybe you could show me that picture you took sometime. here’s my number.” she scribbled:

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx

y/n <3’

on adam’s hand with a pen from her bag. “see you around, adam.” she smiled softly as she left through the door of the complex. adam stood there in shock for a minute before his face broke out into a huge smile. he couldn’t believe such an interesting and beautiful girl gave him her number. he looked at his palm where she wrote her name and number. y/n. he would definitely be showing her the picture he took.

[idkshithead]

"How do you think i got to where i am now?"

"I don't care how you became their dog"

HE ATE

[idkshithead]

[idkshithead]

sometimes i see people saying that gihun has no physical prowess and wouldn't hold his own in a fight. and yeah i agree up to a point.

gihun has no training, that's true. but he fights dirty.

i think we all collectively forgot that gihun bit a chunk out of sangwoo's ankle during their fight.

he didn't just bite him, he bit through him. he literally spits out a piece of sangwoo's skin like 😭

AND he got stabbed three times and kicked in the face and strangled, and still he literally pulled the knife out of his own hand to use it against sangwoo.

that doctor pulled his tooth out with no anesthesia, and gihun cut out a tracker out of the back of his ear.... that's an insane pain threshold 😭

yes, inho would ultimately kick his ass with his cop training but gihun looks like the type to dig his thumbs into someone's eyes if he's cornered and scared.

[idkshithead]

my shayla 😭

[idkshithead]

"Quit Yelling!"

{Hey guys :3, I'm like super sick rn so like I'm gonna do this fic for the anon that suggested it! Sorry it took so long. Anyway, my winter break is almost over and I am like devastated. Hope everyone had a great New Year! Anyway, this takes place after the bathroom trap, reblogs and likes are appreciated, thank you! ♡}

Story Contains: Arguing, harsh language, mentions of truama, angst, comforting words and actions, fluff

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The look in Adam's eyes says a lot. He's mad, pissed even. He's tried being soft with you, tried being kind and emotionally there, but it hasn't seemed to work for the both of you. Every time you have a problem with his actions or what he says, you keep it inside, letting it marinate in your mind and heart. Whenever he has a problem, despite trying to talk it out like adults, he just criticizes all of your actions harshly, always picking fights with you even though he hates these arguments.

The current situation that lies here revolves around communication. He's mad because you can't seem to speak out about your feelings, which causes him to feel like he's in the dark about your emotions and how you actually feel. In all honesty, you can't blame him for feeling this way. He is absolutely correct, and he does deserve someone who can communicate their emotions thoroughly without having to act immature and keep them hidden away. Yet, you know that he also has a problem with communication, so he must learn how to own up to that as well.

"Listen, I just think you should calm down. I mean, it's clear you have a problem with everything I do, so why do I even bother anymore!? Just quit yelling, you're utterly exaushting to deal with!" You spit out, watching his anger contort into something worse. He can feel his veins fill with hot blood at your words. He's always been a bit of a hot head, yet he's different this time. You know that it's not only your communication skills that are pissing him off. It's something more. Something deeper.

"You wanna talk about my problems when you can't even talk about your own? Isn't that fucking ironic, huh!? You're such a child, you can't even talk to me. I'm so fucking sick of your stupid little attitude, your tone, your personality, everything! Fucking everything! I can't even look at you without wanting to strangle the next living thing that walks its way past me!!" Hes practically going insane over this small altercation, causing you to stare at him like he's actually lost his mind.

And then, the realization comes crashing down onto your shocked face. This isn't the same boy he was before the trap. Adam isn't the boy he used to be. That boy, the one who used to sit outside with you, smoking cigarettes and feeding cats as he complimented your pretty features, has now changed into a traumatized, scared man. What he went through, something you have no idea what it was like, fucked him over more than anything else has. Well, anything but his childhood truama. When he does actually show his emotions, they're heavy. He's never just sad or angry. He's depressed or livid. He needs help.

"Adam.. You need fucking therapy. Go and find someone who cares, because I sure as hell don't. You're a pathetic excuse of a man. You're a boy." You manage to choke out, knowing that every word that escaped your lips were pure lies. You can see his jaw unclench, definitely hurt by your sudden words of anger and sorrow. His ocean eyes look down at the dirty, wooden floor, his nose breathing in the cold air that flows around his dark apartment.

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The apartment is silent for the next couple of hours. You shower under some some cold water, leaving a chill down your spine as the shower head spits out the liquid. While stepping out of the cold tub, drying yourself off, brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror with solemn eyes, you just can't seem to stop thinking about his face, his emotional eyes that make puppies jealous. You only want him to feel loved, yet your words of poison stung his deepest insecurities. You know your souls are intertwined, which makes this pain hurt worse.

Sliding on your long sleep shirt, you slip down to the floor, leaning against the wall that's slowly peeling due to the poor quality. His words linger in your mind, which causes your breathing to hitch. Warm tears sting your eyelids worse than what his words ever did. He's supposed to be your everything, but it seems like neither of you are good for the other. This can't happen, you think in your head. Something needs to change because you know you can't lose your boy.

Suddenly, a knocking sound occurs at the bathroom door. Lazily pushing yourself off the floor to reach for the knob, you turn it and pull the wooden door open. Once you do, you're met with Adam and his regretful face. He's holding his headphones and Walkman in his right hand, his left still raised against the door. "Love.. I'm sorry. I— I was thinking I could maybe brush your hair as you listened to our Playlist on here." He raises the Walkman. "I know I don't usually let people touch this old peice of junk, but I love you, and I want you to know that. I shouldn't have said those things to you, but it's really hard not to lose my temper when you don't talk to me about your emotions. Can you forgive me, babe?"

The sight itself causes you to shed more tears. He's changed into your favorite shirt of his, knowing that it's the one you like to lie against after having a bad day. He's never been the domestic type, but he's different for you. With a sniffle and a nod, you walk right into his arms, burying your sad face into his warm neck.

Sitting in bed, you have the headphones on, listening to whatever song that graces your eardrums. A brush glides through your hair as Adam holds it. Gently and calmly, he makes sure you're okay and that you feel nothing but loved and cared for. These moments are rare, so you know you shouldn't take them for granted. A sudden feeling of Adam's lips graze the back of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He slips the headphones off your ears, gently peppering your shoulder with soft pecks. "I hope you're not mad anymore. I shouldn't have said what I said. I— I have no excuse for my actions, but I hope you still love me because I know I love you. I'm going to change, so nothing like that happens again, but it means you have to change too. Talk to me. Don't hold it in. Alright?" His words fill your ears, proving his love and devotion for you.

"You're right.. I know. I'll change, love. I will. I forgive you.. Now, can you keep me close?" You ask, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his. He agrees, pulling you closer and showering your plump lips with his.

Okay! Uhm, hope you guys liked it! Likes + reblogs are encouraged. Thank you for reading :) ♡

[idkshithead]

you remind me of someone...

seong gi hun x f!reader x male!OC

when you say something that reminds gi hun of someone he used to know

warnings: the pairing is platonic but romantic if you squint. reader is intended to be around twenty years younger than gi hun. death, mentions of death. the OC is nameless, but he could be ali from season one if you want him to be <3

the room is eerily silent, the kind that presses into your chest and makes it hard to breathe. you've been here for four days now, but it feels like a lifetime. 

the cold metal walls, the dull hum of the overhead lights, the lingering scent of sweat and fear…it's all becoming too familiar and you hate how you are getting used to it. you sit on one of the lower bunks, your knees pulled to your chest, eyes scanning the room filled with faces both terrified and hardened. 

people are mingling in groups now, alliances forming out of necessity rather than trust.

it still plays over in your mind…the red light, green light game. the giant doll’s twisted face, its mechanical eyes scanning the field. the way it turned so slowly, calling out "green light" before its head jerked back around, "red light"... and then the sound of gunfire. 

you hadn't fully believed the man, gi-hun, when he shouted warnings about moving on anything thats not green light. 456’s voice had cracked, laced with panic, but something about it struck you. 

maybe it was the raw fear in his eyes, the desperation. or maybe you just wanted to believe someone in this nightmare where you shouldn’t believe people at all.

"you saved me back there," you had said quietly to him after the game, when the chaos had thinned and people started realizing what they had signed up for.

he had looked at you, surprised, his face streaked with dirt and sweat. 

"i didn't do much. just... didn't want to see more people die."

"still. thank you."

that small exchange had been enough to tether you to him, even if only loosely. now, on day four, you found yourself part of his group. there were five of you…gi-hun, young-il, jung-bae, jun-hee, dae-ho, and you. they had accepted you without much question, which was rare around here. 

people had started to realize that anyone could be a threat.

young-il, one of the older men, sat next to you now, fiddling with a piece of bread from his rations. the man’s face was lined with age, but he still looked a little younger. 001’s eyes held a sharpness, a kind of wisdom that made you feel slightly safer.

you glanced at gi-hun across the room, where he sat talking quietly with dae-ho. he caught your eye for a brief second, giving you a soft, almost sad smile. there was something in his look that made your chest ache…a mix of fear, determination, and something else you couldn't quite place.

the six-legged game still haunted you. the grotesque way the players had been strapped together, forced to rely on each other completely. if one leg failed or someone messed up on a game, you died if you didn’t finish on time.

"so, what’s your story?" young-il asked suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts.

you hesitated, fingers tightening around your knees. 

"nothing special. just... debts."

"that’s everyone here," he chuckled dryly.

"yeah, but i don’t feel like telling everyone exactly what i owe or why," you said, your tone sharper than intended. you sighed after, feeling bad. 

"sorry. it’s just…."

"understandable." he nodded, his eyes softening. 

"just know, gi-hun and anyone else right here… we’re not here to stab anyone in the back."

you offered a small smile, grateful but still guarded. 

"thanks. i’ll try to remember that."

gi-hun made his way over, sitting down beside you and young-il, his presence was calming in a strange way. he was rough around the edges but seemed to genuinely care about people, which was rare here.

"they’re watching us now," gi-hun said quietly, his eyes flicking toward one of the many black cameras mounted on the walls. 

"then we should give them a good show," you joked lightly, though your heart wasn’t in it.

gi-hun chuckled softly. "yeah. maybe one where we all make it out."

you didn’t respond, the hope in his voice too painful to touch but your hand brushed against his for a moment, barely there, before you pulled it back. 456’s eyes met yours, a flicker of something deeper passing between you. in this place, with death around every corner, neither of you said anything about it.

later on before lights out, after everyone was served ‘dinner’, the boiled egg sat heavy in your palm, untouched, its warmth fading as your fingers curled around it. the dim lights overhead cast long shadows across the barracks, where the others sat in their own corners, eating in silence or whispering low conversations. 

the thin glass of water by your side barely seemed enough to wash down the lump in your throat.

you stared at the egg, your mind distant. it wasn’t about the food…if anything, the hunger poked at your insides…but the sight of it brought back something heavier. memories. 

you and your brother, sitting in your tiny apartment’s kitchen after your parents died, boiling eggs together because it was the only thing left to eat. somehow, it had become your little ritual. the both of you cracking the shells, peeling them messily, and laughing about how something so simple could taste so good. 

now, just looking at the egg made your chest ache.

“you gonna eat that?” dae-ho’s voice cut through the fog in your mind. he stood over you, eyeing the egg with raised brows, his own finished quickly like he wasn’t sure when his next meal would come.

you blinked, forcing yourself back into the present. “yeah,” you mumbled, trying to make your voice steady. 

“just… not yet.”

he shrugged and dat back down beside jung-bae, but another pair of eyes lingered on you. gi-hun. he sat across from you, holding his own half-eaten egg, but his attention was on your face, not the food. 

you tried not to meet his gaze, but it was impossible to ignore. there was something in his eyes, something gentle, and understanding. it made it harder to keep your walls up.

he didn’t say anything right away. instead, he leaned in a little, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. 

“you okay?” he asked, soft but sincere.

you swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears building behind your eyes. you shook your head, trying to will them away. 

“it’s nothing,” you whispered.

gi-hun didn’t let it go. he set his egg aside and moved closer. “come on. you don’t have to say much, but… i can see it. you’re not okay.”

the tears slipped before you could stop them, a few falling onto your lap. your fingers tightened around the egg. maybe it was the exhaustion or how his voice sounded so real and not like everyone else’s here, but something in you cracked open.

“my brother,” you whispered, your throat tight. 

“this stupid egg… ha– it reminded me of him.”

gi-hun’s expression softened even more, his head tilting slightly. 

“what happened to him?”

you hesitated, but for the first time since the games started, you felt safe enough to tell someone.

"he… he went missing. almost three years ago now.” your voice trembled as you spoke. “i woke up one morning to a text from him, saying he was going on a trip for a few days. overnight, maybe longer but then… nothing. no more messages. no calls. he just… disappeared.”

gi-hun was silent, listening intently, his brows furrowed.

“i thought maybe he ran away. he had a lot of debt, more than me even. i figured maybe the loan sharks finally scared him off. but… he wouldn’t have left without saying more. he wouldn’t have just… left me like that.” your fingers curled tighter around the egg until you felt the shell start to crack.

“you tried to find him?” gi-hun asked gently.

you nodded, tears sliding down faster now. “i hired private investigators. took out loans just to pay them, but they found nothing. no traces. no body. nothing. it was like he never existed.” your voice broke, and you let out a shaky breath. 

“and now i’m stuck here, trying to pay back those loans and all the other debt i racked up… all because i just wanted to find him.”

gi-hun was quiet for a long moment before he finally spoke. 

“he sounds like a good brother to you,” he said softly.

you realized he wording. gi hun says ‘sounds’ and not ‘sounded’ like others would’ve. 

“he was,” you replied, your voice filled with grief and love. 

“he always used to sing this phrase, ‘the world’s cruel, but we can be kind. that’s how we survive.’” you smiled bitterly through the tears, wiping them away with the back of your hand.

however, when you looked at gi-hun again, his face had gone pale. the man’s body was stiff, his eyes wide in a kind of recognition that sent chills down your spine.

“gi-hun?” you asked, your heart beginning to race. 

“what is it?”

he didn’t answer right away, still frozen, his mind clearly somewhere far away, locked on something only he could see.

gi-hun’s mind reeled, the words echoing in his head like a haunting melody..

“the world’s cruel, but we can be kind and that’s how we survive.”

he had heard those exact words before, years ago, in the first games he was ever part of. it wasn’t just a passing memory.

it was him. your brother. player 152.

gi-hun could still see him in his mind, smiling even in the darkest moments of the 2020 games, clinging to whatever shards of hope were left. he used to sing that phrase softly, mostly to sang-woo and sae-byeok, like a mantra. 

your brother had been a light in the bleakest place gi-hun had ever been in, someone who tried to hold onto kindness even when everything around them was falling apart.

then that moment on the glass bridge which killed him.

gi-hun’s chest tightened, his throat dry as he remembered it all too vividly…how your brother had hesitated on the glass, one wrong step away from falling to his death. sang-woo had been behind him, panicked, desperate. 

gi-hun had seen it happen, seen sang-woo push your brother forward without warning. the sound of breaking glass, the flash of betrayal in your brother’s eyes as he fell… those images had haunted gi-hun ever since.

now, you were sitting in front of him, tears falling silently as you clung to the hope that your brother was still out there. alive even after three years.   

you didn’t know.  

he wanted to tell you. he wanted to explain everything…the truth, the horrible, gut-wrenching truth of how your brother died in these games… but as he opened his mouth, nothing came out. 

how could he? how could he shatter you like that?

gi-hun nearly broke at the realization. his hands trembled as he reached for you, unsure at first, then he pulled you into a hug. it was stiff and awkward at first, this wasn’t something gi-hun did often, not here, not in this hellhole, but when you slumped against him, shoulders shaking, he held you tighter.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured, though you had no idea what he really meant.

you clung to him, the warmth of another person breaking through the cold isolation you’d wrapped around yourself since the games started. 

“i just… i miss him so much,” you whispered, voice cracking.

gi-hun squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight the sting there. 

he would’ve wanted you to survive, gi-hun thought, remembering the way your brother talked about you during the games. how proud he was of you, how much he missed you.

“you remind me of him,” gi-hun finally said, his voice soft.

you pulled back slightly, confused as you tried to search for an answer in his eyes. 

“you… knew him?”

gi-hun hesitated, feeling the weight of the truth pressing down on him. 

“not exactly. but… people like him, they don’t just disappear.” it was a half-lie, but the only thing he could manage.

he noticed something else too. the way your eyes crinkled when you were sad, the shape of your nose, even the way you smiled through your tears. you really did look like your older brother.

the fucked-up part? the games had swallowed him whole, just like they were trying to do to you.

how did it end up like this? gi-hun thought bitterly, pulling you back into the hug before you could see the pain on his face. you felt like the last flicker of light from a life that had been extinguished too soon, and now, you were stuck here…alone, in the same hell your brother had died in.

he wasn’t going to let the games take you too. 

not if he could help it.

masterlist

[idkshithead]

Supportive! Gi-hun HC’s

- Gi-hun is the kind of boyfriend who always has your back no matter what

- When you’re going through a tough time he’s right there beside you

- He’s there to offer a listening ear and comfort you any way that he can

- Gi-hun knows when to give you space but also knows when you need extra support

- He celebrates your accomplishments no matter how small

- Whether it’s a promotion at work or you’re just having a good day he’s the first one to congratulate you

- He loves to see you happy and doing well

- Gi-hun is your biggest supporter

- When you’re feeling down, Gi-hun is there to remind you of your strengths

- He lifts your spirits and he helps you overcome your fears

- Gi-hun is attentive and considerate

- He notices when you need help with the little things and takes the time to help you

- Gi-hun always puts you first no matter what

- His presence in your life is a constant reminder that you're not alone, and that you have someone who truly cares about your happiness and success

- His support is unwavering

- He is your lifelong best friend who is always by your side

- Gi-hun is grateful to have you support him as well

- Which of course, you’re his biggest supporter as well

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Late Night | Seong Gi-hun Textfic

Y/N: Hey, babe?

Gi-hun: Yes, my love? Are you okay? It’s midnight! You should be getting some rest!

Y/N: But babe…

Gi-hun: No buts, love. You need your rest before we spend the entire day together in the city. I don’t want you being too tired to even do anything tomorrow.

Y/N: But Gi-hun, I enjoy talking with you and I don’t want to sleep yet. I’m not even that tired yet!

Gi-hun: I know you like to stay up late but I think you really need to head to bed soon. I know how grumpy you can be when you haven’t had enough sleep. And I’m not wanting to buy you anymore energy drinks or soda to keep you awake. That’s not healthy…

Y/N: I know…

Gi-hun: How about this? If you go to bed now, I’ll spend the night at your place tomorrow after our day date. That way we can spend the entire night cuddling together and enjoying a new show or movie. I’ll even get us some snacks. How does that sound?

Y/N: Hmm…only if you throw in some extra kisses to make up for it. 😉

Gi-hun: Of course, love. Now get some rest and I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow morning. I love you. 😘 😘

Y/N: I love you too, Gi-hun. 😘 🥰 ❤️

Gi-hun: Sweet dreams, my love. 😘

Y/N: Goodnight, Gi-hun. Sleep well, handsome.

[idkshithead]

s1 Gi-hun date - we call him husband prank/joke

orders food at a restaurant

You: “Can I get… please? And my husband would want… thank you”

Gi-hun: surprised pikachu face, his wide eyed, doe expression “Husband?” blink “Am I your husband? Did you just say husband?” he’s all giddy and shit “I’m your husband!” he yells so everyone hears him and looks at the two of us

[idkshithead]

wrinkled jeans that barely fit, stretched out shirt collar, slightly stained shirt collar, wrinkled shirt, and a hat that doesn’t fit over his untrimmed hair ❤️ yeh :)

[idkshithead]

Underrated kisses of all time:

Forehead

Neck

Cheek

With Gi-hun

s1

Forehead: We are asleep in our adjoined room and he comes home from hanging out with Jung-bae. (We help him watch over his mom and around the house). He makes sure not to disturb our sleep and kisses our forehead lightly. His doe eyes, melting in his gaze, his fingers brushing in our hair.

Neck: He kisses our neck as we’re cooking dinner. He is extra clingy when we’re cooking food, hugging us from behind. His tall form crowding our personal space.

Cheek: He pecks our cheek before he leaves the house. A form of goodbye and intimacy. He would scatter kisses on our cheeks as we laugh and tickles us.

s2

Forehead: Whenever we need comfort, he kisses our forehead with his hands cupping our face. He murmurs sweet nothings as his lips touches our skin. He doesn’t leave until we’re calm.

Neck: He’s stressed and frustrated, so we’re making out and he attacks our neck before softly, tenderly kissing our skin. His hands clinging to our body like a lifeline.

Cheek: He kisses our cheek randomly. When we’re in the car waiting for the loan sharks and his men to find the salesman/recruiter, when he’s on the phone and comes up to us, when we’re walking out and about for some fresh air

+ bonus

s1

Hands: He loves to hold our hands, he kisses them when he picks up from work.

s2:

Hands: He still loves to hold our hands, he kisses them when we’re hanging out on the bed. Enjoying silent and occasional conversation.

[idkshithead]

I really hate when people call Gi-hun dumb, like they bring up small things and use them as an argument. Or they will call him the worst dad because he didn't board the plane as he felt for innocent people being slaughtered.

[idkshithead]

can you please also do something where gi hun becomes overbearingly protective and the reader and him fight about it but she realizes why hes that way and goes to reassure him?

Over Protective! Gi-hun x Reader HC’s

A/N- Thank you for sending in a request, anon! I hope that you enjoy these headcanons. Requests are always welcome so don’t hesitate to reach out to my ask box to send in a request.

- Gi-hun starts to become very overprotective as he notices small things that trigger memories from the games

- He insists on walking you to work, he checks up on you frequently, and gets anxious when you’re out of his sight for too long

- Gi-hun starts making little decisions for you such as who you hangout with, where you go, and what you do to ensure that you’re safe

- This begins to cause a relationship strain due to the high tension between you two

- Gi-hun wants to join you out with some friends one night but you snap on him because of the way he’s been subtly controlling you

- “You being so overprotective has made me feel suffocated, Gi-hun! I can’t take it anymore!”

- Gi-hun recoils in surprise at your words, he’s shocked that you feel that way

- “I’m only doing this to protect you! But you can’t seem to get that!” Gi-hun screams at you as he storms out of the house to go and cool off for a bit

- He knows that he said some harsh words but he needs time to level his thoughts and emotions

- While he's gone, you start to reflect on the argument and his behavior

- You remember the trauma he's been through and realize that his overprotectiveness stems from a place of fear and love

- He doesn't want to lose you like he almost lost everything in the games

- When Gi-hun returns, you approach him with a calm and understanding demeanor

- You gently take his hand and tell him that you understand why he's been acting this way

- You reassure him that you're safe and that you appreciate his concern, but you need to feel like an equal partner in the relationship

- You both talk openly about your feelings, and Gi-hun promises to work on trusting you more and giving you the space you need

- You also agree to be more open about your whereabouts and plans to help ease his anxiety when you’re not around him

- After this heart-to-heart, your relationship grows even stronger

- Gi-hun becomes more mindful of his actions and starts to focus on building your trust rather than controlling you

- You both make an effort to support each other, acknowledging his trauma and you working together to heal Gi-hun’s anxieties

- Lazy mornings spent together become a cherished routine, where you both find comfort and reassurance in each other's presence

[idkshithead]

REALLLLL

Admitting youre too broken and fixated on your trauma and turning around to abandon your daughter for that trauma does her a lot more good than getting on that plane and making her life more miserable by giving her your burdens.

Kids pick up on everything their parents go through no matter what age they are. Im now positively glad Gihun didn’t get on that plane. My eyes have been opened.

[idkshithead]

gentleman fr

Running for his life but still stopped to see if she was ok and pick up her drink