imliterallyf7ckin9crazy

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

I’m going to be writing again soon I dead ran out of ideas but I just remembered I can write abt more than one series so expect random things. Sorry for hiatus gang.

I’ll be doing arcane, squid game, a bit of mouth washing probably, most likely some avatar (blue ppl), and maybe some black butler. X reader still 🙏🙏

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔦, ℑ’𝔪 𝔞 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯”

Nam gyu x reader x thanos (Choi su-bong)

Warnings: swearing, drugs, allusions to gang activity, slightly ooc IDGAF I’m free

TLDR: pre-game and pre- debt nam gyu and thanos x reader shit. Y’all are like a poly relationship but don’t even know it. Pimp thanos and evil beneficiary nam gyu. Thanos is the rapper, you help make his beats and nam gyu is your promoter.

They will be nicer than in show idc

This is really short btw sorry

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You slowly began to stir as the roar of the expensive cars of your neighbors driving near by was loud enough to rip you from your slumber. You already felt the searing pain of a hangover take hold of you before you even fully opened your eyes. You saw the vast window of your (well thanos’) pent house. The curtains were usually black out but it seems you forgot to shut them before crashing last night so soft beams of sunlight graced your luxurious shared home.

The night before thanos had a concert that was sold out, and as the one who helps make his beats you were operating the soundtrack and special effects. It was so packed thanks to *someone’s* amazing advertising and promotion. The night went on for hours. You had gotten quite inebriated to say the least yet some how the least intoxicated of your trio. At some point you had taken one too many shots and a few more hits of random things than you should have and the rest was blurry, glittery, crazy history.

You barely even remember getting home, but as you sat up and took a look around there was no denying. You were indeed back home, club clothes still on and make up smeared on your pillow and on your arm where you rested your head. To top it all off your throat was swore from the party the night before. You also woke up drenched in sweat and feeling extremely over heated, hair sticking to your forehead as you attempted to keep it out of your face. You groaned as you looked at your culprits.

Your boyfriend- well now it’s technically boyfriendS- were at either side of you. Thanos’ arms were still tightly locked around you and he was still very much asleep. You noticed he was also very sweaty and wondered how he could possibly sleep so peacefully while so warm. It was quite cute though, the way he kept his face pressed snugly on your stomach and how he always insisted on holding you at night. You and him had been together for almost 4 years at this point but he did the same thing every night. It’s funny, his rapper persona is so tough and strong and violent but in reality he can’t sleep when you aren’t there. (Genuinely, he will stay up until he can get to you again).

The other person trapping you in sweltering heat was your “newer” boyfriend nam gyu. Though he wasn’t very new anymore, he’d been with you both for the past year or so. You and thanos were openly together when you three had met. You were his beat producer and girlfriend so you had apeared in many of his productions, so when you both had gone into club pentagon you both were put in the VIP booth. That’s when nam gyu approached you. He had offered thanos and yourself some nice, new designer drugs and from then on you guys had a strong friendship…. Which after a few parties and interesting situations turned into something more for all three of you. Let’s just say you got to know each other very well in a few clubs.

Nam gyu also kept himself pressed to you at night, it’s one of the only times he’s not a complete asshole. His hands keep fists full of your clothing when you sleep, trapping you with just his vice grip. And while thanos prefers to hold your waist most nights nam gyu lays almost like a cat on top of you. Burring his face in your neck or hair and taking deep breaths to calm him. When you move he whines like a cat too, making this small sound before snuggling farther into your warmth. He was also glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

Though they were quite adorable after a few more minutes you just couldn’t take the heat and head ache any longer and you moved to exit the bed. You were met by the usual lines you get every morning.

“No no, baby stayyy” thanos drawled out as you started to shift, well toned arms tightening as he clung sleepily to you. It made you smile to hear him sound so pathetic compared to how he usually is.

“Stop that” the words this time came from nam gyu as he tried to pull you by your clothes back down. He was not by any means a morning person and he definitely had an attitude in the first few hours of the day.

You sigh and let out a small plea as you lightly struggle against your partners combined efforts to keep you in place. “Guys please, I’m all sweaty and I want to shower” you beg them but it falls on deaf ears

“We can shower later, come back” nam gyu snaps, eyes still closed but displeasure clear on his face. You felt thanos nod in agreement with nam gyu against you, apparently too tired to muster any words. You quickly gathered that you would have to try a bit harder this morning than usual, maybe they also had a killer hangover and just didn’t want to get up. You felt a little bad but you were able to save yourself from their subtle power play. They know you love to see them so sweet.

It would take a more unorthodox approach

“We? Why would I wanna shower with you?”

Nam gyus head snapped up and he gave you an irritated, tired look.

“The hell do you mean??? Why wouldn’t you?” He says sassily, lifting his body off of you a bit to look at you. He always reacts so strongly when you decide to be the one to give him shit instead. For someone who can dish it, he sure as hell can’t take it.

Thanos appears to have heard you as well, sitting up to see what you and nam gyu were already arguing about. “What bout showering?” He slurs, rubbing his head and wiping the sweat off his face, seemingly barely awake.

Now that they were both up, distracted, and not really holding onto you, you took the chance and sprung into action and flung yourself off the bed. They both erupted into protest “hey!! Wait!” Nam guy calls as he scurries to catch you, expression a mix between extreme annoyance and slight amusement. You giggled as you darted around your lavish apartment. From the bed room you hear thanos yell “noooo come backkkkk” to both of you.

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Very short but I thought this was cute :333

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

꧁✬⋆°◦. 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 ⋆°◦✬꧂

Gi hun if you died

Characters: gi hun (player 456)

Warnings: angst obvi, death and canon violence,descriptions of dead people and blood, mental breakdowns, typical things that happens when someone close to someone else dies tragically idk. Also not edited we ball

A/N: these are kinda short but I’m deciding to write for evil and make something sad.

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ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 456

- you already know he would be hysterical. Did you see him with sae byeok, sang woo and jung bae?

- doesn’t matter if you knew him outside the games or met inside, I feel like if he cared about you he’d be heart broken

- if you knew him on the outside he would have at the start vowed within himself to get you out. He would also tell you to stay close to him like he did Jung bae. He’d constantly have a look out for you and insist you stay in his team.

- gi hun after everything isn’t the type for grand gestures or anything but his care for you is clear. He will definitely share his food, tell you to sleep in his proximity, constantly checking in. He’s 100% worried all the time and all the more determined to you out (along with the others ofc)

- he’d be giving you advice, comforting you, watching over you at night. He’s your rock in the games and even if you don’t know it your his rock too

- you are kinda the thing he clings to. Not physically, but emotionally. He needs to see that you’re ok all the time and that he can get to you if you need saving. He talks to the other players about teamwork and looking out for each other and he does believe that but he’s also trying to cement people to look after you if he dies.

- you trusted him and always believed what he told you. You and the few people in his trusted circle know he isn’t crazy and know he really has played before. One of them particularly so.

- after the successful over take of the guards after lights out you had helped everyone prepare to invade. You were very anxious to let your precious gi hun run a war with no were to escape from. But he told you he could never live with himself if he didn’t do EVERYTHING he could to get you out, even if it meant sacrificing himself to do it.

- you noticed friend young il always seemed to be a step ahead. Constantly hanging around gi hun and by proxy you. To you it almost seemed like he saw something no one else could. He had a confidence no normal person would have in a death game. It’s not even artificial like thanos’ drug induced euphoria.

- you and Jung bae have discussed young il before and how for some reason you both couldn’t shake that something about him was wrong. You had no proof between the both of you but vibes, but it felt very comforting to know someone understood what you were talking about. Gi hun never picked up on any of it

- eventually you let them go to their battle in the fun house like room everyone had to go though to get to the actual game rooms. You gave him a hug and made him promise to come back. With teary eyes you said good luck to Jung bae, that you were rooting for dae ho, and that Hyun-ju was one of the most inspirational women you’ve ever met (bc she is :3).

- you said something to young il as well. You said “please stay safe, young il. I hope to see you soon” because although you thought he was odd you didn’t want him dead. But all he did was smile in a way you haven’t seen him yet. Like you said something amusing but he couldn’t say what it was or laugh yet. with that 120 led everyone out into the battle field.

- you had to stay in the dorms with everyone who stayed behind and waited for the battle team to return. There was an odd silence among everyone. You would have thought fights would have broken out between the X and O teams while the fight raged on but in reality everyone just kinda of froze. There was nothing else to do really other than wait for the outcome.

- sadly the outcome you hoped for was too far fetched even for this reality

- once in ho turned and brought the hammer down he was primarily focused on hurting gi hun in the worse ways possible. He spent all his time in the games watching and learning about everything ‘gi hun’ is. He’s caring, compassionate and for the most part understanding was well as brave/daring and a tad foolish. He values people’s lives and stories, the nuance in every person. He believes in people. That’s probably why he cares for you (maybe even loves you) . because he knows your story and he believes in you anyway. He sees your mistakes and shortcomings and stills sees the person underneath it all.

- and you are one of the only people in the world to know the gi hun that once was. You are able to love both versions of himself, the old and the new. You bring balance between them both and help him remain stable and motivated. Just as much as he believes in you, you make him believe in him self.

- in ho was able to notice all of that in the short time he saw you both interact in the games. So he planned accordingly. You and Jung bae (aside from his daughter I suppose) were quite literally the all he had left of gi huns old life. The last fragments of when his life was even remotely normal.

- all in ho saw in you was the moment that happened just after the call was made. Pink soldiers rushed the dormitory and began firing. You hear the slow stop of gunfire upstairs. They found you by number after resecuring the area and lead you out into what was the battle field. You saw countless bodies of both gaurd and player, people you had come to know and some from the O team you had come to fear. Although in this moment you still mourned them as you felt there was no difference anymore. There was blood plastered from ceiling to walls to floor in semi dried blood that was beginning to congeal from the air and the smell was sickening.

- you were lead through a complex maze of colorful walls and doors until you reached a all purple area. It was at that time you heard two very familiar voices. You turned a corner to see Jung bae and gi hun held at gun point by a strange looking man in an all grey coat and black geometric maskon the ground. Jung baes eyes were watery and fearful while gi huns were filled with rage and hatered. Until he saw you at least, then it all locked into place. He wasn’t stupid, he could read between the lines. You were brought here for a reason.

- you were suddenly thrown to the ground and held down a gaurd in front of gi hun and Jung bae as you began to scream. The realization hit you as well of course. You began to beg as well as gi hun. You to spare your life and gi hun to save you by saying you had nothing to do with what was between them. He seemed unfazed, much to your horror.

- “look at the consequences of your little hero game” the figure said with the signature deep robotic voice changer as he pointed the gun to your writhing and sobbing form on the ground. You turned to gi him with wide eyes, crying relentlessly as he stared back at you. He began to fight against the guards holding him, and it took a few. Jung bae even tried but to no avail. All you could muster was a small and pathetic “gi hun-“

- and all he could do was watch the only person who really truly knew both sides of him. The person who was there for him before and after the games. All he could do was watch one who brought purpose and guidance to him and kept his head on straights skull get peirced by a single bullet barely a few feet away. He screamed his lungs out as he began to weep. He barely had a few seconds before the barrel was pointed at Jung bae and again everything was taken from him again by the same mysterious man and this cruel operation

- he felt as though his whole world just shattered into pieces and he was the sole survivor. Even though more of the people he tried to save still are alive and need saving gi hun still felt completely alone and lost. Within a few mere minutes everything he’d been fighting for and everything he loved vanished and he felt as though it was all his fault. All he could thing about as he was held down one more time and forced to look at the dead bodies of the closest people he had was how he could have done more.

- he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed while unknowingly in the same room with his dear friend young il. that actually he was the one to pull the trigger and betray everyone.

- he felt another part of him die as he looked at your dead body, still so beautiful and meaningful to him, even dead and gone. Your story and best memories along with everyone else he’s lost will be permanently engrained in his brain. Especially you, the person he was able to love after everything that happened.

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[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔶𝔢𝔱, ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢”

Squid game season 2

In-ho x f!reader

Warnings: in ho is obsessive, stalking, poverty, cannon violence, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, loss of sanity, reader is an absurdist, childhood abuse, obsession, sad stuff.

NOT PROOF READ OR EDITED. This will also be a THREE PART SERIES bc quite honestly I can’t write much at one time smh. Also do not take reader too seriously she crazy as hell.

Also sorry reader and in-ho barely interact this chapter bc I needed to set the scene so you know what I’m talking abt. Pls read still tho bc I think it’s cool :3 you’ll need it for part two and part three.

TLDR: this is gonna be long af. So basically the reader is previous winner like gi hun only she went kinda crazy after her first game. So she gets like mentally locked in the games so to speak and so after she wins she doesn’t pay any of her debts and actually tried to accumulate more so she can be recruited again. She gets her card and when she talks to in ho he is like “why would u do this” and she’s like “bro bc i think I understand you and shi” and he’s like “if you can win again we can talk lol” and she is like bet. Only he tries to rig it against her. But she is dead set on winning.

A/N: am I projecting? Maybe. Also this shit is LONG sorry it took so long

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Sometimes, when you find yourself winding through random back alleys or when you lie your head to rest at night, you can still hear the screams..

You can still feel the reverberation of each gunshot fired into the innocent flesh of desperate people. The wetness of the blood that splatters your face as others die before your eyes and you can’t quite tell if the screaming your were hearing was theirs or yours.

And sometimes you can still make out all the promises that were made in the dormitory. The faint memories of the voices of friends you made. The exact sound of their voices lost to time, but the faces of their lifeless bodies remained unchanged in your mind. Some of them were at the hands of players and some of pink soldiers.

And one at your hands.

Life had been cruel to you long before being convinced to risk it all. To say your early life was messy would be an understatement. Years of falling to sleep bloody and bruised, countless hours of begging for basic needs, and endless attempts to run away and make it better. Trying anything to make you feel whole. Like nothing ever happened at all. Once you got a job your parents kicked you out and left you to fend for yourself. At first it was great, you didn’t feel like you were being suffocated anymore. Until you got fired.

The place you worked at was shut down due to the owner embezzling the money and getting caught. The business soon went down at for lack of funds. And the reality of life became clear to you once again. Over time the hope you had to escape your parents and live the life you dreamed of as a young girl was drained from your soul. Ever since then you’ve been doing this. Wandering the streets aimlessly, almost as if you had never been in your home city a day in your life. You can’t even see the faces of those around you. Every face is replaced by one of four faces… ever since then that is.

The first face is younger you, battered and bruised to all hell. You see her face on usually younger people. No matter what they’re saying or doing the expression she gives is always the same. Glosses over eyes and facial features set in a way that screams both “why would this happen to me” and “what the hell became of us”. You cant even begin to answer those questions.

The second is the face of your father. Almost every man looks like him now. Though you haven’t seen him in years, since the game he’s come back to haunt you. To remind you there’s more wrong with you than what happened in those couple days. That there’s more broken about you. His expression stays angry. Tense like he’s going to hit you. For this you almost never interact with men and if you do it always end poorly.

The third is the one drives you insane most.

There was this beautiful, kind girl you once knew. Growing up she was the only thing that made living worth it. You were picked on quite a bit at school, be it because you never really spoke or because you had to be such a goodie two shoes to stay out of trouble at home. But she always stepped in at just the right time to save you. Even though her own home situation was much less than desirable she still found time to comfort you when you were in shambles or got into trouble to defend you. You both told each other everything, both pillars in the other’s lives. But after being kicked out you were forced to lose contact, solely because you couldn’t contact her or get to her part of town. That was until you joined the games at your lowest possible time to try and get some money to keep your loaners from finding you and gutting you for profit. Guess who you saw.

The girl that meant everything to you was suddenly standing before you. Deep You both scolded each other for getting into so much debt you had to meet here. Giving each other shit, like you used to. Looking back you almost chuckle at that for the nativity you both had. You watched people die together. Sprayed and stained with so much blood you didn’t now who’s it was. She kept you alive in there, with out her keeping you calm you probably would have died or quite frankly killed yourself. Against all odds you made it to the final three together against a man who needed the money for his family. She told you it was “okay “to take his life in his sleep after the final dinner because he would have done the same if either of you if you had fallen asleep. That morals in this situation would only get you both stuffed into a gift box. And so you both took his life for the sake of yours. You can still feel your stomach dropping as he pleaded for his life while you and your friend stared down at him cruelly, begging falling on deaf ears as you tore him to shreds with dirty steak knives.

Of course after that it was final two. When the last game was revealed, squid game, you remembered only one could leave. Actually, the both of you used to play squid game in school. Even if it’s typically a “boys game”, she was great defense and you were quick enough for easy offense. Genuinely, those were one of your fondest memories. Of course you’d be pinned against each other for the last time. Though you didn’t know it, the VIPs plans were to be able to watch an animalistic death match. However, you and your friend came to an agreement. No weapons, no fist fights to the death. You both knew you couldn’t kill each other, so you decided to simply play the game for the last time. The loser would take their lives themselves, with honor. And so you did. It became your last good memory. You were laughing for the last time, giggling like you were back to being school girls beating the popular boys at their favorite game. You still roughed each other up, nearing the end you both couldn’t ignore you were fighting for the death. That one of your lives hinged on this moment.

At the end, it was you who had won. You told her that you could both just back down and go home. You tried to convince her but she was set on this being the end, regardless how much you cry. You still remember what she told you before she slit her own throat clean open with her steak knife right before you, blood mixing with the mud and rain of the arena.

She said “I can’t go back there. Not without that money. I’ve had more fun here with you than I ever did my whole life. I got to be a little girl again with you. I can’t go back. This is the way I want to go, y/n.” And gave you a smile with tears turned invisible because of the rain. But you knew she was crying. “I love you”

then she was gone. As you rushed to her side, screaming her name until your throat was raw and starting to bleed you noticed her face. This look of bliss on her face, this twisted look of satisfaction graced her features as she bled from her self inflicted wound and stained your clothes and soul forever. You see that face on almost every woman. Eyes wide in ecstasy, faint smile and whole face covered in bright red blood. How badly you wished it was you instead of her, how badly you wanted to feel the contentment in life she had in those final not. That day you decided when you died it would be like her on that day.

Lastly, the fourth one you weren’t sure if it really counted as a face. It was the black geometric mask of the man who supposedly put you there. After you won you got to speak with him on the way home. Blindfold sure, but you found a tiny sliver where you were able to make out what he looked like. It was less soulless than the pink guards you had seen. It actually looked like a face, only it was made of many shapes. No one ever has his face, but you see him everywhere, more than any of the others. He’s always in the corner of your eye, you can make out his mask in the shadows of buildings, swearing you can see him watching you through your house window at night. No matter where you are you feel him watching.

For those reasons you almost never go out during the day, preferring to slink around and waste your hard earned murder money on stupid shit or alcohol. After all, why not? It goes without saying you were never the same after the games. It became all you thought about, every waking hour became ‘how was that possible? Who was really behind it? Why would they do this?’ So many questions swirled in your mind. You had theories for each of those questions already sure, but physically no way to know for certain. That not knowing sunk so deeply into your blood and poisoned your mind you came up with a new question to silence the voices that screamed at you and the faces you saw.

‘How do I get back?’

You became obsessed with many insane schemes and ploys to get yourself back in. Countless hours poured into the optimum plan to weasel a way inside the game again and truly figure this shit out. So you went back to the basics

Question: how where the games possible? Answer: clearly it was a high budget operation, meaning the money was coming from somewhere. But I mean come on-that’s too much money for just one person not even including the cash prize! So it has to be multiple people funding the whole thing. Thats theory #1

Question: who is really behind it? Answer: Ties into previous theory. If it’s multiple people, then who? Who’s setting it up and then who’s paying? Clearly that masked man is the leader or else he wouldn’t be so reclusive… but who is he throwing these games for? He said it’s just to give people a second chance but that just can’t be true but it can’t be just for him. There has to be people watching, that’s theory #2.

Question: why would they do this? Answer: clearly it’s not just for helping the poor- that much is obvious. Now here’s the theory you have that will be impossible to prove without going back. You were thinking about the games…. Kids games and team games. Like ones you would see on tv. Then you remembered how many cameras were everywhere. LITERALLY everywhere. Could just be security but it feels like more. Then the amount of cash and not everyone has that much money. What if there was a couple people paying to watch? Honestly you couldn’t tell if you were onto something or on something but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched by something bigger. Theory #3

And lastly and the most important question.

“How are you getting back?”

Why did they pick everyone? Because you had crazy amounts of debt. How did they get you there? Played games in train stations, then got picked up in a car and gassed out.

After months of speculation and planing this was what you could come up with. You had already paid off all of your debt and had so much left over money. You started spending recklessly, at one point just handing out money. People looked at you crazy but you didn’t even know it. You were in your own world let alone had the courage to look at their faces…

You began taking out extremely large loans with no intentions of paying anything. You were going out of your way to accumulate as much debt as possible. Consciously double crossing dangerous people. You kinda hoped sometimes that all these people would be able to find you and put you out of your misery but you were just too good at playing life threatening games. As the year went on you continued to pour so much money into the drain in hopes to be put back on the list for the games. Until that fated time of year came, when you remember being kidnapped.

You eventually realized no matter what you did you’d probably never run out of cash. One very late night after a particularly rough day you decided to gather all your money and dump it into your fire pit and set it all on fire. The tears running down your face contrasting with the wide smile on your face. It was a very bittersweet feeling to watch all the money you killed and almost died for burn in front of your eyes. The money 455 people fought and were slaughtered like animals for being reduced to ashes. But it also felt so good to lose it all and return to at least one about your old life. The time of recruitment was drawing near. You kept wasting money and hiding for your life until you gained even more debt than you had the first time. Honestly you were kind of impressed with yourself- think about it! You were able to accrue more debt in one year than you did your whole life up to this point.

It did briefly cross your mind that if this doesn’t work you literally burned all your money and multiple gangs and organizations wanting to harvest your organs for a quick paycheck. If you don’t get back in this year the chances of you trying again next year before one of many catch and kill you are extremely low. Oddly enough you didn’t mind living on the edge anymore, living within an inch of losing your life daily became so normal to you it almost felt fun. You started to see the world much differently the closer it came to hunt for that elusive recruiter. You think you’re starting understand the whole point of the games themselves.

The more you lived the way you did the more of humanity you saw. The lows of the human experience and the ugliness that controlled the heart of every person alive. And you noticed that the grand majority of these horrors revolved around money. Now that money had lost all value to you it became silly to see all these people just like you were so desperate for just enough money to save them to come along. To be fair it gets to a point where all you can do is pray it will work itself out.

But you watched people run themselves in circles for cash. Kill and be killed for cash. Lie, cheat, betray all for money. You see that no amount of money can take away the wrongs you did for it. All it really is is paper with no actual value. That money doesn’t really mean anything, it’s all an imaginary system people made themselves. All people do to become rich means nothing but they are greedy enough to put money before life. The money means nothing, the actions mean everything.

So then what’s the point of living? If it’s all based off a make believe value system built to extort and corrupt. If everything is rendered meaningless because people put values in the wrong things. If humanity is rotten to the core and unable to see what really matters then what the fuck is the reason to exist?

There is none. Isn’t that beautiful? All that you strive to do in life will not matter once you die. At death a successful man is as poor as a homeless man. In 100 years whatever you did in your small, insignificant life will be forgotten. There’s no point!! You could go and burn all your money, kill someone, lie and cheat and you’d STILL be on the same level as the richest person in the world. That revelation changed your whole view of the world and yourself.

Then the same day came again. The same exact day a year ago when you were suddenly approached by a man with a suitcase full of money and two pieces of paper. You went to the same train station at around the same time as you did before. Your mind was completely fogged with anticipation as your heart raced. You could barely walk straight or hear anything. You had to actually look at people to see if you could see that man, and every face was one you always tried to run from.

You breathed heavily and tears started to prick your eyes as they darted from person to person. You, your dad, your friend. You, your dad, your friend. They were everywhere. You felt as though you were going faint or throw up or both? You knew the people in the station had to be judging you even if you couldn’t quite see them. You felt like a fish In the ocean wandering without a reason. Eventually after you didn’t even know how long you chose to sit down on a bench and you just started to cry into your hands. You heard people mumble about if they should help you or not. Unsurprisingly no one did.

This wasn’t working and you were so fucked. But even as you cried you still believed this suffering was just a drop in the bucket. It didn’t really matter. Not anymore

Just as you were about to call it quits and go back home and hide until you couldn’t anymore you heard a voice so familiar it sent a shock through your whole body. Your head snapped up and a gasp was ripped from your throat

“Ms.(last name). I hoped we’d never have to meet here again”

Your eyes widened as you saw his face. It was the same man who came to you a year ago. You could actually see his face, the first real face you’ve seen on a person since you’ve gotten back since the game. All you could do is look up at him from your spot on the bench with wide delusional looking eyes.

“May I sit here?” He asks politely, to which you responded with a fast nod. He looked at you with this look of… pity? You figured you must look pretty pathetic nowadays. You have maybe 3 outfits total and you really haven’t been eating well. He smiled. before speaking again.

“Your debt has increased since the last time we met, but you knew that correct?” He asks. You nod again. You planned everything but what to say. “Why haven’t you payed it off?”

“Well I uh… kinda did? Most of it now is all new” you said with a shaky voice. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled a bit, finding it at least amusing. You knew it was an impressive feat. “I also set all my money on fire maybe a month or two ago? I’m actually not sure when…” you trailed off, trying to pinpoint the time when it dawned on you that you actually have had no true concept of time. You just know it’s been a year since you returned home. You can only really remember events but the time not so much.

“Ah, grown bored have we?” He mused. You knew that wasn’t quite it but seeing as you didn’t really know what’s made you do everything you have so far, only you knew you had to do it. You gave him another nod. He kept the same customer service type smile as he reached over and opened his case. It was set just as you remembered with the money and the ddakji. You sighed a bit before speaking “do I have to play again? I already know what happens and I don’t really want to be hit right now” you said, not really thinking. You didn’t know if you were in a place to be making requests but here you are.

You got another laugh from him, you didn’t know you were just so passively comical. “You dont have to, no. But maybe it will bring you back to your senses and you’ll live life how you were supposed to”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. ‘Live life like I was supposed to’. Is there any way someone is supposed to live? You didn’t think that way. You weren’t supposed to live any type of way, you should have died in that arena and-

“Are you sure this is what you want to do. What are you trying to gain?” His voice sounded pressed now, clearly trying to guide you into walking away. But if that was going to work you would have kept your money and moved far far away. You didn’t like being talked to like you didn’t know what’s made you were doing. You knew better than anyone you had lost your mind. You knew the things you were thinking, feeling, and thinking were most likely wrong. But you had no other option. No treatment for whatever illness is controlling your life.

“Im not trying to gain anything. I lost what I lost and I want it to stay gone…Please, just give me the card” your eyes were looking dead into his, voice wobbly with both terror and excitement. You held your hand out and you couldn’t even tell it was shaking. You couldn’t tell anything from anything. He lightly shook his head before reaching into his suits breast pocket and pulls out a brown business card. Upon seeing it you almost felt as if you were going to throw up right there. Your throat itched to scream and your legs twitched as if you were about to run away.

However when he placed the card into your hand all you did was close your fingers around it. Whole body shaking as you thanked him for the opportunity, just as you did when he gave it to you the first time. You both stood up and got ready to part ways for the second time. Right as you were about to bow your head he stopped you.

“Don’t become too full of yourself. Just because you won before means nothing the second time. I’ve seen many winners over the years, you will be no different than the other pieces of trash when you die in there. Is that really what you want?”

You opened your mouth to retaliate when he lifted his hand to stop you. “Have a great life, young miss. I hope you make the right decision” he says with his signature smirk and bow he walked in the direction opposite of the way you had to go. Presumably off to recruit more clueless individuals down on their luck. You had to hurry home now, you’d been out far too long and you knew people had people looking out for you. Waiting to catch you and make you pay. You quickly got out of the train station and started on your way back to the shitty, cheap hotel you’ve been hiding in. You’d been in that danm station for so long the sun had began to rise. The sky looked more pigmented, the air felt cleaner and you could actually think without hearing stray gunshots or phantom screams. You looked down at the small card in your clutches and flipped it over, revealing the number you had to call.

For the first time you hesitated in your plan. You were really about to go back to the place that ruined you. You missed the old version of you, when your real personality existed and you had a life. All you do all day is cry and shake and bang your head until you can form a thought. You were nothing like you remember being.

Maybe that’s what pulled you back there. The old you bringing you back to the last place she existed. A part of you actually did die in there, the part that still believed in people. She died right there with your friend, you left your soul in that dirt plot. And maybe you could find her again.

Once you got to the door of your room and got yourself inside you dialed up the number on your card and hit call. It rung a few times and when it picked up the automated voice command the same statement as before.

“If you wish to participate please state your full name and date of birth”

The words got stuck in your throat as you held the phone up to your mouth. This was your last chance to find something within you to back away.

“Y/n, D/O/B” you barely got it out fully as your stomach sank. This is what you wanted. This is what you asked for. Nothing matters. Nothing matters. Nothing-

“Player 444.” That’s him. That man with the black mask, that’s his voice. Hearing your number made you hold your breath and lose your balance. It’s been so long since you’ve been called that name. You knew it was him because his voice changer was a slightly different pitch than the other workers. “What is the point of this?” He asked with a serious voice, bordering threatening. You had an answer for this. “There is none. Get it? If there’s no reason to do it there’s no reason not to.”

He only hummed in response. Seemingly understanding at least a bit of what you said. “I have questions for you” you continued. This is what you’ve been waiting for. This was the point. You just needed to know

“questions?” He repeated. You guess he’s never been pressed by someone before. Small amounts of amusement was in his voice as if shocked anyone would speak to him like that

“Yes questions that’s what I said. Who are you and how are you able to get our information. Where did you take me. What is the point of-“

“I’ll tell you what” he cut you off in the middle of your frantic questioning. It’s probably for the best of you would never had stopped talking for him to even answer. You waited on bated breath, hanging on his words as you kept the phone pressed flush against your skin. Compartmentalizing his voice and how he talks into a file in your mind. “You want to play again because you want to know if your right, is that correct”

what he said caught you so off guard you didn’t even reply when he gave you a chance to respond. Every word got stuck in your throat to the point all that came out was strangled starts of a sentence. “You must have many theories in that little mind of yours. You’re coming because you think you’re smart enough to figure everything out, don’t you?”

Well… like kinda yeah that is what you think. You didn’t really know what to say, he hit it right on the head. You did think you could figure it out, actually you think you already have most of it. Not even his taunting could pull you out of that.

“Let’s play a game. If you can win again we can have a talk and I’ll tell you all you need to know. Only if you’re the last one standing.”

You knew it could never be that easy. With an operation of this scale and price you knew you would never get an offer so open. ‘If you can win again I’ll tell you anything’ they must believe you lost your brains when you lost your mind. Suddenly you did feel like you really didn’t know what you were getting into. It feels like a trap has already been set for you, it feels like they knew you were going to return all along. You struggled to breathe until you manged to force out a “okay”.

There was a muffled chuckle you could barely hear. There was something different now. You weren’t so sure about your plan anymore. He hadn’t said anything out right threatening or scary yet you knew he had something in store for you or else he never would put so much on the line. You just made a deal with the devil.

The original phone opera voice came back to tell you where to be picked up and that it would be this night. The phone hung up after that. All that remained was a deafening silence. It was done. You got what you had so badly wanted. But why doesn’t it feel as good as you wanted. Why don’t you feel fixed? Why hasn’t the old you come back to fix everything? That sinking feeling started bubbling over as you stood there with your phone in your hand. Beginning to hyperventilate you make your way to the crumby hotel bathroom and splash water in your face. You keep from looking in the mirror because you know what you’ll see. It will either be your friend or younger you. It used to be a huge problem when you first got out. Every time you’d forget and see them staring back at you you’d have another break down. Now it just puts you on edge, but it would be best if you just refrained from looking. You keep telling yourself that you can figure it out, you keep telling yourself it doesn’t matter if you live or die in there, you keep believing there’s no point in running from what would free you of your pain. Something deep inside tells you that you are close to seeing what the people who run this game do. That the epiphany they had to come up with this would make it all worth it. All you wanted was to see the bigger picture.

You could die happy and content dying just like your dear friend if it meant you could understand what it was all for. It’s on the tip of your tongue waiting to said and recognized.

You spend hours mulling over thoughts similar to these ones while you counted down the time before being relocated to what might as well be hell. You knew at this point you were walking into a death trap made just for you. You were going to either be granted the privilege of seeing the greater purpose of your suffering. You believed there had to be a reason, someone had to have figured out something huge to make them come to this.

Finally the fateful time reared its ugly head and you tugged on your coat. You looked at your room for the last time. You stood in the door way as your eyes brushed over all you had been. Papers scattered about, bottles of alcohol strewn about and random belongings resting in odd spots. It was time to say good bye once again. You are willing to leave it all behind and relive everything if it meant finding a purpose.

Eventually you arrived to you meet spot, an extremely expensive looking limousine was parked and waiting for you exactly where the phone operator said it would be. It was shiny and black with completely tinted windows. The anxiety you felt caused you to raggedly pant as you approached the car with unsteady steps. You gently opened the car door and stepped inside. The interior was white and luxurious and in front of your seat laid a golden pig. You sighed and closed your eyes waiting for the gas to kick in and claim your consciousness. Tears rolled slowly down your face as every even that happened in the games flash before your eyes. The blood, the screaming, the bits of brains and guts dried onto your clothes, and most of all the severed neck of the only friend you ever had. And to even your surprise you began to smile and giggle as you saw what happened to you play out like a movie in your minds eye. The gas started to be deployed into your enclosed car as your giggles became louder and more deranged. Sobs and laughter being mixed together as everything became hazy and burred.

Right before you black out you hear the masked man’s voice come from the little pigs speaker, loud and clear

“Welcome back, player 444. I hope you are happy with your decision”

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Sorry the friend is gonna remain nameless so you can imagine whoever. But next chapter when you get in the games there will be named characters. Again sorry you and in ho barely talked I just needed to get the exposition out before writing the main bits. Thank you sm gang and the next part will be out soon.

Also sorry end is kinda rushed I’m tired

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I have no clue why but i can’t come up with shi and the few ideas i have would take a min to write but i feel bad for taking so long to post. Bc it’s fun :3 anyways yeah I love squid game.

Edit : I fucking spelt sae byeok wrong this embarrassing af

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Brah these two changed me fr. I stopped writing fanfic YEARS ago but these two dinky fucks revived the need in me. Are they objectively terrible and unsafe to be around? Yes. Do I care? Unfortunately no

I just finished rewatching season one and two again :3 squid game is so good I remember when it first came out lol.

I’ll be writing again soon I’m just busy, but these two are so special to me and I love this show. Thangyu how I love you so. I’ll never be the same. Nam gyu survive pls idc how dead coded you are or how bad of a person u may be you CANNOT pass away on MY tv.

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“𝔐𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡… 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔞𝔭 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢… ℑ’𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔱” (hope yall get this ref)

Nam gyu x reader x thanos

Smoking weed with thangyu :3

Warnings: weed, smoking it, I don’t think they are crazy toxic in this one actually, kind of a poly relationship but not like officially in words? Idk, pre game/ no game AU bitch I have no clue. If you don’t like weed/aren’t comfortable pls don’t read and pls don’t judge 🙏

A/N: this is for me basically. I just thought this would be funny and I haven’t written in like 2 or 3 days and I wanna get back into it bc I miss it IDK😭 and these two are my favorites. America is geeking out and I’m stuck with it for 4 years so to cope imma write abt smoking zaza w squid game characters.

Also these are head cannons I just wanted to have that lyric as the title lol

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- dream and nightmare rotation somehow.

- I feel like smoking with them starts out chill ASF. Maybe yall start back at home and roll up, the three of yall cramped together on the couch.

- thanos is chilling at the arm rest end of the couch, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he meticulously distributes the goods evenly on the paper and rolling it to perfection. He even knows how to make those cute pattern filters. He repeats this process a few more times

- you are in the middle, crushed between him and nam gyu. Your head is nestled right on his shoulder blade as he works, and your right arm is looped through his left. No matter how many times he does it, you still always comment on how he’s “faster than last time” or that he’s done a great job. If he had a tail he’d be wagging it

- and then nam gyu is PRESSED up against you. One arm is clutching your torso as he practically lays on you, and the other is reached all the way behind you to rest on thanos’ back. His hands are never ever still so he’d be lightly tapping a rhythm on your skin as he waits impatiently

- once thanos is all done it’s time to smoke 🙏 now here’s some actual stoner HCs. I’ll make it short

Thanos: I wouldn’t say he’s a light weight bc he can get super high and be SET. But he just gets super high every time. Somehow he glitched out of high tolerance hell. Also he is a joint hog >:( ik it’s infuriating to try and get him to pass the fucking joint. Prolly uses it as a mic. Smh.

Nam gyu: has to smoke a lot to get high. Like eventually he gets there but he has to smoke one together with yall (bc he wants to be included) and one for himself. Bro gets sleepy, HELLA. Don’t matter indica or stativa. Honk shoo mimimi. I would say it makes him not keep his hands to himself but when has he ever??? Be prepared.

Together: world’s most stoppable duo. Literally whatever brain cells they had die. They are hanging off each other, laughing at genuinely anything, they don’t make any fucking sense, and to make it all worse they reek but tell each other they don’t. Once they’ve smoked they like to hit the streets together, maybe go clubbing :3 ends in 14 arrests idek

- they don’t skip you in a rotation EVER. They take their system serious asf. It’s always been thanos, you, nam gyu, repeat. And they will be dammed if you don’t get your hits in. They insist on shot gunning it to you (and each other but you ain’t hear that from me)

- they will never say no to more, three joints is just TO START. They got bongs, pipes, carts, brah everything

- they are extra sweet to you when smoking weed. Very cuddly, keeping you between them and then holding each other. You are literally trapped that way. And they keep looking at you with hazy eyes…

- hungry bastards. Usually they get food to eat before and then they can partake after. Sometimes they take you out to like a street vender for a cheap munchie session.

- not often tho. They like you keep you inside and away from other people. They like having you curled up between them, looking at them with glassy eyes, smoking the weed THEY bring you. Thanos and nam gyu are really possessive guys so they like moments where it’s literally just you three chilling.

- they be talking about the most random shit if all time. If yall remember the shower thoughts trend, that’s just the shit they say.

- they the typa guys when high to ask if you’d still love them if they were worms

- (you said yes and that you’d make a little compost bin for them to live in. They liked it)

- compliment city!! “Baby you’re so pretty” from nam gyu and a “don’t look away señorita, i wanna see you” from thanos.

- they hold hands with you.

- if you happen to green out they are with you in the bathroom. Nam gyu will hold your hair if you throw up and thanos is getting water and setting up for bed.

- tbh not all smoke seshs end in getting freaky, but it’s high in likelihood. Bc like cmon. They are freaky. And sometimes the weed be weeding. And they love you, and each other.

- but sometimes they end in just yall cozied up together in bed, rambling abt random shit, holding each other tightly as smoke clings in the air.

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Idk I just thought this was funny. I think the world would be much better if politicians talked shit out over a fresh J imma be real. America is hell.

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I made this and thought it was funny💀💀💀

I’ll be writing shit again soon I’m just busy 🙏

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HE WANT THAT COOKIE SO EFFING BAD

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may i request a gi-hun x fem reader running into him after he wins the games? reader happens to be on the street they toss him onto (she’s prob getting a late night snack) she sees him and rushes to help him and invites him back to her place to wash up. maybe she could draw him a warm bath so she can wash the knots out of his hair, lends him some comfy clothes and makes him some tea uwu

(i was rewatching season 1 and i just want to tuck that man into a warm comfy bed after all the trauma)

tysm ^^ 🤍

FUCKING FIREEEEEEEEE

“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩”

Gi-hun x f!reader

Warnings: established friend(?)ship, angst with comfort, gi-huh tells reader abt the games, f!reader, gi-hun is going through shit.

A/N: fire request. I also recently rewatched season one and my heart longs for fluffy hair gi-hun back. My shaylaa <\3 this is 4 u fine shyt.

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You never guessed this is where your life would have lead you. Alone in a shitty apartment. When you were younger you thought you’d be a doctor or teacher- a lawyer at least. Now you had little money and even fewer friends. The only friend you had really made was long missing. And oh did you miss him.

He was a very sweet man, he always came by the food vender with his daughter. You knew he was also poor, sometimes he wouldn’t have enough money to pay for their dinners. And you’d always cover the rest, telling him it was no huge deal. You could tell him and his daughter were thankful. He would come by without his child too sometimes. He would order something small and cheap… then chat with you the rest of the time. Telling you about all the money he won!!!… then the next day he’d tell you how he had just lost it all the same way he got it- gambling

Though it wasn’t your place, you’d tell him to relax on the gambling. He’d tell you he isn’t in too deep and can stop whenever. You hear it all the time from countless people who decide to share their life’s stories with you. But it didn’t make you see him any less, if anything it showed you why you SHOULD care. Why you should look out for those less fortunate because you never know who might need it.

After so many times of him coming in you guys shifted to a first name basis. You greet him with a smile and a “hello, gi-hun! Welcome back.” Or a “hey, it’s been a while since you’ve stopped by, gi-hun” he became a core part of your shift, you’d see him at least three times a week. And he always had some crazy story to tell you while you worked. You listened to him talk about life. His debt, his destructive habits, what happened to his family. You’d give him real advice and listen to him if he needed. Sometimes you’d even share parts of your fucked up life. How you got to where you were.

But it wasn’t always problems he came to you with

Every one in a while he would win big and come in to tell you about it. Leaving a heavy tip with a joyous smile “keep the change” he’d say as you laugh at him. You’d always get a good laugh in whenever he’s around. If not at his jokes then at his goofy situations he’d get himself in. Over all, you had felt you made a friend. You even got his number so you could reach out when needed

Only he’s been gone for a while. He stopped popping in to say hi and buy a snack, he stopped running by to tell you what he’s won and he stopped flying into your shop asking to be hidden in the back to hide from his loaners. He was just gone. And day by day you figured he either got caught up by the people he was running from or he some how moved far away. And it saddened you, you never realized how lonely you were till now. Up to this point you’ve had someone to occupy your thoughts and time, and now that it’s been gone you struggle to see how you made it without those stupid conversations over street food. And you had no clue where your gi-hun went.

You let out a very long and somber sigh, pulling yourself off your dingy discount couch and shuffle to your room before pulling on a sweater and some sweat pants. You checked yourself over once in the bathroom mirror before lazily walking out of your apartment, locking the door. You then descended down the elevator and onto the Main Street. You had a few extra dollars to spare and a rumbling stomach, so you decided to head down to your local convenience store to pick out some food.

The night air was chilly and the stars that hung in the sky were drowned out by the light pollution of the city lights. You clench your hands into fists and jam them into your pockets to protect them from the freezing cold. You picked up the pace and continued to walk, ignoring people and minding your own business the best you could. You turned down this one back street, dangerous at night but a much quicker way to your destination. That was until you were stopped dead in your tracks, mouth agape.

There he was, gi-hun! Your gi-hun!! Stood at the corner of two streets, looking very lost and confused. You could distinguish that messy hair from any distance. Your hunger was forgotten as quickly as it came, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out to him. “G-gi-hun?!” You yelled, waving your hands at him. His head snapped harshly in your direction, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It seemed like he aged 20 years, he looked incredibly roughed up and exhausted. Seemed like he was barely upright, and he carried large bags with him.

It took a moment of him staring at you until it clicked. It looked like he had forgotten you for a second before it all came rushing back. You didn’t get a smile back though, and you dropped your waving hand. Your smile began to fade as you approached him, only he flinched away and took a small step back. “Gi-hun? It’s me, remember? I work down at that corner noodle stand?” You say, gesturing to the general area of your store. He nodded a bit before relaxing, looking around a bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask, worry laced in your voice as you close more of the distance. He just looked at you as you inched closer and closer, this look of pain seemingly permanently etched into his face. He looked like he wanted to say a million things but couldn’t find the words. And most of all he looked like he had just crawled through the deepest pits of hell. “Do you need to sit, oh god. Come with me” you say as you lightly reach your hand out to him, beckoning him to follow. He looks at your hand distrustfully, skeptical for a reason unknown to you. “Cmon, I can help you.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding before turning to follow you silently. You were glad for that, you had no clue what the hell happened to him but it was clearly something. And he clearly needed help. Your snack venture was long forgotten as you lead him back to your place, trying to get any information out of him. You asked where he went, what happened, why he was gone for so long, how he got back… every time he tried to say he would tear up, and he’d choke the words back down. Telling you he can’t tell you yet, and even if he could he doesn’t know how.

And that was ok with you. You eventually got back, and you guided him to your couch. He analyzed basically your whole house, eyes scanning back and forth and back and forth, looking for danger. Like something could reach out from the walls and get him. You got him a glass of water which he thanked you for but didn’t drink, instead he just stared into the reflection in the water. Lost in thought. You tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of the reeling memories he can’t express.

“Hey, it’s ok. Look, do you want to take a shower or something? No offense but you look like you need one” you say, half trying to help and half trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work though, his lips barely twitched. He would have found that funny a few months ago. He did agree though.

The shower wasn’t long at all, maybe 10 ish minutes. You had set him up with some of the over sized things you have, including a hoodie he had bought you months ago after a winning particularly handsome prize. His gazed softened when he saw those laid out for him. He put the clothes on, happy to finally be in something clean, soft, and comfortable clothes. After taking a long, sad look at himself in the mirror he walks out to you waiting for him on the couch with a brush and some tea. “Come here” you call.

At this point in the night he’s so exhausted and shell shocked he was barely awake. The weight of whatever he experienced weighted down heavily on him and you could see it draining the life from him. He hadn’t even smiled yet, the thing you found you missed the most. He sits down next to you. You slide the cup of hot tea to him across the table with the brush in your other hand. He looks at it suspiciously before you reach your hand holding the brush up, flinching a bit before returning to normal. That’s when you noticed the slight bruising across his face.

“It’s ok if you can’t talk about it yet… I was just so worried about you” you start “I missed you coming to say hi at work” you added, chucking slightly as you moved to brush out his wet hair, careful to not rip it out. “I’m sorry” gi-hun says, voice wavering as tears prick his eyes. “I’m sorry”

Your eyes widen a bit as you rub his shoulder lightly “no no gi-hun, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong”

Though you were trying to comfort him your words of reassurance only fueled the tears to fall. You didn’t comment on them, instead you kept rubbing his shoulders, brushing his hair till it was dry, and listened to him softly cry. Cry over everything that happened, that he had to do, and that he has to do going forward. So much had happened and he’s the only one alive to tell the tale. The only one out of all those people to live. The only one…

Eventually, after much comforting, after many “shhh I know”s and “it’s ok I believe you”s gi-hun was finally able to sleep for the first time outside of the games. Games that no one knew of. But you told him that you believed every word of his story. And you did, saying you’d help him find who he was after, but only when he went to bed. That man slept in your arms, on your couch for HOURS. From the story he told you this was probably the first safe nights sleep in days, and you could tell he needed it.

And you needed him. And now he’s back. Talking about mysterious death games and a sales man with a briefcase, but back none the less. And you were grateful for that.

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꧁⋆°𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼°⋆꧂

Squid game Season 2 men saving you when you almost die in the game

Characters: player 001, 230, 124

Warnings: canon violence, near death experience, toxic relationships, drug use, mention of suicide, romantic tension, f! Reader

A/N: this is no diss to anyone bc I respect the grind, I truly do, but everything I see of squid game is nsfw. I have to HUNT for sfw shit. I just gave up and just read everything anyways. So I’m trying to balance the scales a bit for rn. Again no diss bc yall nsfw writers COOK.

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ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 001

(Weird ppl attacking you in game)

- ok so for this one I’ll say that you are just a average player in the games he happened upon. You two met because you were on the ‘X’ team, and more specifically in gi- Huns group.

- he normally is pretty resistant to the ‘worthless sob stories of the poor’ as he puts it. But for some odd reason, yours got to him

- thrown out of home, forced to survive and fend for yourself out in the streets, hopping from job to job because you can’t pay rent on time 8/10 and you get evicted. Pulling loan after loan to keep yourself afloat, and even that is starting to fail you. You are at the very end of the road and if you can’t manage to leave here without some money you are 100% fucked. You genuinely think the only way out of the hole you’ve dug is either a miracle in here or checking out of life manually.

- in-ho LOVES sad wet cat type people, he can’t help it. And even though he’s heard basically the same stories from hundreds of people yet somehow you stuck with him

- life was unfair to you, you were cast out. If that didn’t happen, you wouldn’t have to be living “like garbage”. Almost everyone else put themselves in their financial hole, you started in one. Not fair, see? He’s doing so much mental gymnastics and logistical jumping to validate himself. You’re different, you don’t count.

- you really weren’t a extremely strong individual , you didn’t draw attention to yourself like many of the others, you didn’t argue much or ask many questions. You came with a goal. And he respected that.

- after game two though, the marathon, you and many others decided it was time to call it quits. So you voted ‘X’ with gi-hun and everyone else. And surprisingly in-ho, or young-il as he named himself, also picked ‘X’

- you both didn’t really talk much besides maybe a few sentences to each other about how your group was meant to survive. But after the second vote, having a X on your shirt also meant having a target on your back. And being the “minding my own business” type it doubled that factor.

- a group of three people, two guys and one girl approached you. Sorrounding you and pestering you on your vote. It turned to raised voices and getting in your face, to shoving from all three people as you just stood there and took it, unwilling to change votes. Though you might not fight like some others that doesn’t mean you aren’t brave.

- though as soon as young-il (for simplicity) saw those men put hands on you he was already trudging his way cross room, leaving gi-hun mid conversation to aid you.

- you were backed against the bed frame of the stacked sleeping quarters, these three lunatics yelling and shoving you, telling you that you have to vote ‘O’ “or else”. You assumed it implied you leaving this place in a box.

- that’s when young-il made it to you. “That’s quite enough” he says, eyes cold as ice and facial expression locked in stone. His posture was straight and his head was held high. Very intimidating, it’s almost like he had a military commander type vide (hahaha- odd right??)

- the girl was quick to scamper off, giving you a glare as she informs the boys she’ll be waiting by their group. The men however puff their chests out and square up a bit, and you get second hand embarrassment because young-il doesn’t even flinch or break the deadly eye contact. “Are you sure.” Is all he said. It didn’t sound like an actual question, more of a “are you sure you wanna get your ass beat in front of all these people” threat.

- they got the memo from his venomous words and slowly creeped off back to wherever they came from, looking like puppies with their tails tucked as they walked away.

- “thank you so much” you say, bowing slightly in gratitude for his kindness. He gives you a nice chuckle before lifting your shoulders back up.

- “oh no no, it’s nothing. Those boys should know better, I bet their mothers would chew their ears off if they saw their lack of manners” he jokes, earning a giggle from you.

- it makes him feel kinda fuzzy, but he compartmentalizes that feeling for when he’s alone and can process it. In the mean time he just places his hand on your lower back, guiding you back to the group where you will be safe (and in arms reach)

- this just opened a Pandora’s box of possessiveness and lies, and he doesn’t even know how it will end

ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 230

(Mingle)

- for this let’s just say that you met up with thanos for the second game, the marathon one, and yall clicked a bit, leading him to tell you that “you should stay with me and my crew, for safety”

- and so you do. What could be the harm? He’s clearly deranged and a loose cannon, wouldn’t it be better to just go along before he kills you?

- is what you originally thought. Turns out after that conversation and you joined, he really isn’t that bad to be around. When he’s high he always makes you laugh, constantly cracking jokes and making fun of people at their expense to make you smack his shoulder a bit, saying “be nice!”

- you noticed he thrives on attention, and you give it to him freely. It’s hard not to when he’s got bright purple hair, hand tattoos WITH rainbow painted nails, and he’s rapping and dancing like he was in the comfort of his own home. Plus nam gyu, the guy who lowkey bullied the shit out of you the first few days was now told to “chill out man”

- now, you were all standing on a spinning circular floor, a cute little cheery jingle being played from over the speakers. Thanos and nam gyu danced together to the music, high in ways you didn’t even know you could get. It was pretty silly though, acting like kids.

- then the music dropped, and a number was said. You had to run with that number of people into a room to live. Those left behind will die

- the first few rounds were easy, the numbers were quite high and you held onto thanos’ jacket to stay with the group. The sounds of people begging to be let in followed by being punctured with bullets rang in your mind and the number for people in groups got lower and lower, until the number was two.

- you, thanos, nam gyu and min-su all stared at each other for a moment, frozen on who to pick before thanos started throwing his head from side to side before turning and gripping your arm and nam gyus, running full speed and pulling you along, forcing you to leave min-su. Though you felt horrible once you saw his shocked little face, you just kept going. Choosing to save your life instead of feeling bad and dying there.

- thanos shoved nam gyu towards the door next to the one you were about to be tossed in, luckily he saw someone was waiting by themselves in the room, so he was safe with two. Nam gyu gave him a small nod to let him know he was safe and set to survive.

- thanos rushed you in, slamming the door behind him and peering out. This was the last round, you made it. The door beeped behind you and locked, ensuring your victory of the game.

- adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you gazed up at him from your spot cowering against the wall as gun shots rang. You didn’t even hear the people screaming or the poor souls who were locked from the room right behind you and thanos, damming you to hell for getting to the room first as they die. “Holy shit” you say as you look at him as he smiled back. “We did it.”

- “yup” he says confidently “now let’s see how much money we earned” thanos says as he pulled open the door for the final time. Before he can step out you grab his sleeve “hey- uh thank you” you mumbled

- he could have just left you like min-su and went with nam gyu, but he chose to save you.

- “what? Nah it’s nothing. Don’t worry” he says, patting you on the head and steering you out of the room

ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 124

(Lights out fight)

- there was a obvious tension in the air, one that nearly suffocated you as you sat with nam gyu on a bed… thanos’ bed.

- the vote ended in a tie, meaning the vote was to be redone the following day. After that was announced, your friends thanos and nam gyu went to the bathroom to ‘help even out the votes’. Specifically to talk to that poor min-su they’ve been harassing non stop. Only just nam gyu came back out. Eyes blown wide and covered head to toe in thick splashes of blood. Your heart nearly died when you saw him stumbling dazed out of the bathroom. You knew SOMETHING had happened when no thanos returned safely to you.

- after that, he tried convincing you they didn’t start the fight, which you saw right through. Eventually he dropped that act and told you straight up what went down. How your friend was murdered. Nam gyu tried covering his pain up by insulting thanos and taking two of his pills from the cross he stole from him. Calling him an asshole and an idiot. Again, you saw right through.

- you brought your hand up to his face to wife some blood off with your sleeve. And he leaned right into it, sighing very very deeply as he crushed the drugs between his teeth. He held your hand to his face, which you thought was just him being cute until he started talking about how there needed to be a total blood bath that night. To ensure team ‘O’ wins and you both could keep going. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you like in your spot next to him.

- “no nam gyu, we can’t just kill these people. They are just like us they just need money-“

- “yes! That’s the fucking point. We need that danm money, can’t you see? We won’t fucking win with all those stupid fucking cockroaches leeching our money” he hisses, harsh words contrasting with his hands tracing patterns gently on yours. “We won’t win this vote with them alive, we won’t get more money with them all alive. This is the only way”

- he just kept going and going until you agreed, saying you’d at least let him go out and kill and you’d be his little look out. Only nothing can go smoothly for anyone ever here.

- while there’s lights flashing and people screaming, blood and gore being sprayed from the alive and leaking from the dead, you are trying to make out what is going on around you. You can (faintly) see nam gyu out in the room, grabbing people and ripping them to shreds with his fork, the very fork that killed thanos to be exact.

- while you were looking around for nam gyu, someone had come up behind you, grabbing you by the neck and trying to choke you out. You screamed out nam gyus name as loud as you could as the attackers grip tightened and tightened to the point where you thought your neck was bound to snap. Your vision going out slowly as all you can recognize becomes the sound of the chaos. Until suddenly you were freed, and your assaulter was ripped off you and pinned to the ground by nam gyu.

- he started repeatingly stabbing the person, blood flying onto you and him as he slit the person open. When he stopped you basically flung yourself at him, crying “thank you! Thank you!”. He just saved your life, though You could barely recognize him, he was lost completely in drug fueled blood lust and rage.

- maybe not completely you figured, as he rushed to you and scooped you up. He returned you to a bunk, telling you to hide there and wait for him. Promising you he’ll come back, that he will keep you safe. And he did, as the lights came on and the gun shots rung out, he was alive and on his way back to you

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Bet yall can’t guess who my favorite is >:3

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

Give me a few squid game x reader ideas. I have a few in my vault rn but they are not ready 😔 so I need ideas bc I’m lowkey out

I’m not really amazing at nsfw shit so id probably lean to sfw or like suggestive stuff. Tho if the ideas really good i wont be able to resist

Also sorry in advance I’m slightly picky 😭😭 I can’t help it. I usually only write something ik I can do well. I also probably won’t get to every single one sorry gang

Characters ( too lazy for names rn): men - players 001, 456, 388, 230, 124 women - 120, 380, 067 (season one I miss her)

Tee hee that’s all

I will never stop abusing this gif btw it’s my resting mood

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

꧁⋆°𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼°⋆꧂

Season 2 Squid game men finding someone they knew in the real world in the game.

Warnings: death, drugs, poverty, typical cannon stuff.

Characters: players 001, 230, 124.

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ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 001

- so this one is kinda tricky bc I struggle to imagine a world where in-ho lets you in the game. Though he can ensure your survival he wouldn’t like using you as a piece in his games

- let’s say you did though (might write a full fic on this) you are his spouse or what have you, and he informed you of his plans to join the game once gi-hun had been captured. You clearly had your objections, trying your best to keep him from such dangers.

- but he doesn’t listen. He says things like “you just wouldn’t understand”, “I told you my work was dangerous, why is it different now”, or “no you can’t come with, you couldn’t survive it”

- and you actually did try to ask to go with, you fool. And he really didn’t like that.

- “darling” he would say in a low voice, clearly frustrated with your constant pleading. “I already told you no.” He’d stay sternly, a warning.

- but as we know, in-ho has a thing for people he can’t fully control. So, using the freedom you so painstakingly earned from being jussst obedient enough, you fly out to the central place of Korea (where he collects his players) and wait. And then you see gong Yoo, a very very trusted salesman

- now, all in-hos employees know OF you. They know you exist and are off limits, that’s about it. They don’t know what you look like, because up till now they never had to. You play the little game, get slapped around a few times before obtaining your precious card. Dialing the number and waiting to be picked up

- and when he sees your face pop up in the player profile picture screen he danm near busts a blood vessel. That explains why you didn’t answer the phone. To think he thought you were just being petty…

- he is very, very mad at you. Going behind his back, sneaking into his game- the game he specifically said you could NOT play. But under all that there was this feeling of want. Very much a “just wait till we get home” moment.

- just before joining the games he made a small but important demand. Which was no matter what, you were not to be killed.

-after he officially joined the game and talked to gi-hun briefly after voting, he went to find you. And when he did you could tell how lucky you were to be in a room full of people. So he had to act like he didn’t know you. But when no one was looking he’d come over to you.

- “what the hell are you doing here?” He’d whisper to you, almost a growl as his hand grips tightly around your forearms “what was the one thing I told you, darling?”

- but he knew he couldn’t do what he wanted, not with all these eyes. And you knew that too. Responding with a “I don’t know what you’re talking about, young-il.” And smile as gi-hun and his group rejoined you both

- keeps his eyes on you all the time. You are never too far across the room from him, just in case. He is in your team for every game, saving you in ways that shouldn’t technically count but did now because he’s the frontman

- you two might eventually start having fun playing the games. Bonding more through team work, having each others backs, covering for each other. Since you are both lying there’s more risk, but over time in-ho starts to think it’s actually more amusing to lie and cheat and deceive with you than without. Though you guess it’s only fun when you can’t die from it

- over all, you safe as hell while you in those games. When it’s all over though, you might find yourself in some crazy trouble.

ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 230

(F!reader sorry)

- ah, the legend thanos. Where do I begin with this little freak

- you met him at a club, actually.

- you were there casually with a few friends like most people are. Dancing, drinking, kicking back. That’s when suddenly there was this huge commotion. Girls rushing to the front door, leaving everything, drinks and purses in all.

- seems like someone popular rolled through. You and your friend joke about how the person must be lucky having all these girls practically tossing themselves at them and continued on with your night

- eventually, one by one, all of your friends met some cute boy or girl and left you to your own devices at the bar. A shitty move on their part, leaving you alone in a club for a fling. ‘But whatever’ you think, taking a long sip before going back to glaring at the bar table. That was until you heard a males voice come up from behind you

- “hey hey, señorita. All by yourself here?”

- your head snapped to the direction of the voice, leading your gaze to a young man with purple hair, tatted to hell and back. You gave him a look of annoyance, gripping your drink. “I mean, do you see me with anyone?” You replied sarcastically, turning your head away from him again

- “ahh so angry~ very scary” he says back confidently, coming around to sit in the stool next to you, resting his arm around the back of your stool. “How bout I buy you a drink, huh? Whatcha think?” He says, wiggling his eyebrows

- “I already have one” you reply dryly, causing him to roll his eyes dramatically, shaking your chair slightly

- “cmon pretty, don’t be so cold. Don’t you recognize me?” He says, lifting his arms up as if to say ‘see?’. But he gives you a look of confusion when you don’t nod. In fact, you just cocked your head to the side and look at him like he was an extraterrestrial creature. “Wait, you don’t know me?” He asks in disbelief, now he was the one with the bewildered look

- you giggled a bit at his face and shook your head. And he took that laugh and RAN.

“Well if you think this is so funny, why don’t you get to know me. I’m thanos, the legend” he says cockily.

- ah, that’s what the rage was about.

- just like that the rest was history. He took you everywhere with him. Sharing illegal substances in random clubs and venues. He even let you in his studio. (Thank god he always remembers to turn the mics off)

- he shows his true self with you. The parts of him that aren’t confident but insecure. The parts that are depressed instead of euphoric. The side of him that can’t live without love and attention. He really struggles with depression and often thought that he was nothing, never enough, washed up without even getting big. But you bring him back down.

- before investing in bit coins and shit, he makes pretty good money. He buys you all types of things and takes you all kinds of places

- not secretive on his drug use, it’s very much a part of his lifestyle and he’s honest about that.

- that being said he gets kinda wacko off stuff sometimes. He just acts different, not like himself. Like if someone was trying to pretended to be him only it was him, if that makes sense. It’s one of the few times you guys will argue. But he’s pretty scary and hard to deal with when he’s on certain things. He always feels bad after. Especially if he snaps at you and makes you sad, even high the sight of your frown activates him like a winter soldier and he hugs you and says sweet things.

- when he sees you in the end of the first game it takes him a moment to realize it was you. To be fair he was kinda coming off a high at the start of the game so his brain was operating slow(er than usual💀). But when it clicks he’s barreling towards you.

- “senorita !!” He calls, and when you turn he rushes even faster. “Senorita, what are you fucking doing here?” He says, patting you on the shoulders, spinning you to check for injury.

- “I was here to help you!!”

- that kinda put a chip in his heart. That you felt like you had to save him. Even worse because when you met he was VERY well off and was able to buy you all the finest things. He feels kinda like a failure of a man for that. But doesn’t let it show.

- he’s guarding the hell out of you the whole time. And you are EXTREMELY off limits from everyone else. He doesn’t even allow nam gyu to speak to you in any sorta aggressive way. If someone says something to or about you he doesn’t like HE IS SWINGING. Immediately

- even on drugs he wouldn’t be able to sacrifice you in the games, but he would be pretty pissed if you voted against him

- over all, you’re also very safe with this idiot, only he’s more likely to put you in risky and dangerous situations. Saying “he can protect you against anything”

- (not a fork apparently)

ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 124

- *insert that freaky ass sonic gif😈*

- my wife nam gyu <3

- you two also met at a club, only you were a poor music drop out student who was taken in at a dinghy night club as a DJ. Everyone has to start somewhere

- nam gyu, as we know, works in many clubs. Typically as security for the workers or at the doors as a bouncer.

- because of those jobs he’s very good at looking mean and scary. We all know the expression he makes when he took his picture. He looks like that 24/7 while at work.

- you work the lastest shift at this club, and as the DJ you can’t go until all the people leave or it’s closing time (5am). You were very scared to walk home after work alone because you couldn’t afford a taxi… yeah, you’re that broke. That’s when nam gyu came to your “rescue”.

- he approached you with a very sweet smile, waving you down just as you begun to walk nervously out of the club. A complete opposite to the hardened look he always wore on the job.

- He tells you as club security it’s his job to keep his workers safe, offering you a personal escort home. And with his awkward mannerisms and cute smile of course you said yes. And he does.

- you both keep this up for a while. You’d both close together, he’d take you home and then go home himself. You’d talk about literally anything on those walks. How work was, the things you over heard, maybe share bits of your pasts together. He even put you on to the other clubs he worked at, putting in good words for you.

- slowly though, over time you noticed a change. He started making friends with unfriendly people. Letting things slide. Taking money under the table. Doing drugs.

- sure, you didn’t have problems with people who do drugs. In the places you work, everyone does.

- but here, we’re talking heroin, ketamine, coke, meth. Everything. And you guess you just never thought he would do all that.

- soon the walks turned into hangouts, then to sleep overs, then to practically living together. Well, you had separate houses but stayed at each others places

- eventually, just because this is how it usually goes, you will probably become to dabble in some substances as well. Nam gyus rule is you can only do so around him though. And he will share, even if he’s low. Isn’t he so kind?

(if ur really not comfy forget I said that or something idk man)

- possessive and obsessive than a MF. You don’t really have many dude friends but if you did, no you don’t. Or you better not let him find out. You think he’s so touchy feely in public bc he loves you so much? Well, yes. ANNDD he’s really big on having people know you are very taken. You bring something out of him, that’s for sure.

- deffo manipulative. Sometimes he’d take some of your money “for something important” without asking or he yells at you because he’s either tweaking or withdrawling (which just happens in addict relationships no hate gang have compassion for addicts pls. But also don’t be ok w being verbally abused either) and you rightfully get mad at him he will run his hands oh so gently up and down your arms, holding your face and saying all the things you wanna hear

- “please baby, I’m so sorry. You know I don’t mean it. Fuck baby please forgive me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise” with his signature little smile. Unfortunately, he has you where he wants you.

- then you get into the games. Not only do you have more student debt then you thought possible but ALSO nam gyu “borrowed” some money to figure his bitcoin situation out. And now you had to pay with him.

- you didn’t think you’d see him there.

- immediately, upon sight after voting post red light, green light, he’s already got you in his grasp. Not even thanos knew what to say so he let him have his moment. Only it sucked for you

- he was pretty mad to say the least. “Are you fucking stupid, huh?” He says as he seemingly materialized out of no where. “Nam gyu?! Well I was just-“ “no, just shut up. I don’t really care, you realize you aren’t safe in here” yeah…. He may be pretty sweet most of the time but you can take the man outta the streets, but not the streets outta the man. He doesn’t REALLY mean that, he just really doesn’t know what to do. You’re gonna see a dark side of him he’d rather you didn’t, and that was that

- he does apologize later, as he always does at just the right time after an argument. “I didn’t mean to call you stupid baby, I was just so worried” smh.

- you have no choice but to pick ‘O’. Between him and his new little friend thanos hopped up on mystery pills and muderous peers, you figured listening to nam gyu was your best choice. And you trusted him, loved him even. So why not

- yk what I said about his touchy possessiveness? Times that by ten now. Any player (besides thanos and even then it can get kinda heated ) that talks to you, tries to touch you, team up with you, really does anything being honest will be yelled at, threatened, and then probably purposely left to die in the next game by him. Between keeping a hold of thanos and you he damm near has a stroke.

- right before he falls asleep he sneaks very seriously, like if he doesn’t reach you he’ll die, just to sleep in your arms for a moment. Reminds him of home and the life outside, which makes him feel weird but good.

- gets thanos to share a pill or two with you

- did I mention he really likes to touch you?

- over all, you’re the least safe with him. Buttt he still loves and cares for you. Would kill to defend you in the games, he does so for less in the games. But he would definitely be toxic a bit and maybe evil even. Puts you in danger but calls you crazy if you point it out. Very loving, but very scary. I love my wife.

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[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

SIGHHHH I said I’d write for arcane now but I literally can’t. The squid game hyperfix is so strong I cannot fathom writing something unrelated to it. So that’s what I’m gonna write. I still love arcane BUT I CANT STOP. Expect more thanos, nam gyu and in-ho stuff. I have evil plans 😈😈😈

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

Bro. Idc what happens in the plot anymore. They could show me an episode made on a Samsung tablet and only wire headphone microphones for audio and I really would not give a fuck at all as long as nam gyu stays alive.

Yes ik he killed our collective wife se-mi and I miss her dearly but I CANNOT with this character. “Chill bro he’s all yours” nah I’ve found my people🙏🙏🙏 amen hallelujah

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡”

Nam gyu (124) x gn!reader x thanos (Choi su bong/player 230)

Warnings: angst kinda comfort…You’ll see, canon death, spoilers ig?, blood and violence, drug use, nam gyu isn’t that good of a person (still somehow my fav but whatever)

If you haven’t seen episodes 6 & 7 pls spare yourself. I literally used some dialogue from the English transcript

A/N: Okokok this will be my last nam gyu and thanos post for a sec so I can write stuff for arcane. Then some of my other favs from squid game too. But I cooked this up for these guys :3

TLDR: you, 230, and 124 are close friends. there’s the huge fight in the boys bathroom and thanos is killed by 333. Nam gyu comes out talking all crazy. You sit with him and he tells you what actually happened. And that he and everyone else who voted ‘O’ wants to attack the ‘X’ choosers during lights out.

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Your eyes wade between the separated groups in the room. The vote ended in a danm tie, meaning the vote must be redone tomorrow. And people better have changed their vote.

Everyone was on edge, the hostility between the ‘X’ and ‘O’ groups was palpable. Glares, taunts, threats… even though the split existed from the beginning it still felt like everyone was in it together. Now it feels like a cage fight.

You sigh and rub your face, pulling yourself out of your habitual people watching. Nam gyu and thanos scampered off to the bathroom together. To ‘talk to our boy min-su about his vote’ as thanos put it. They promised to be back soon, and it was just to convince him to change his vote for the recount.

You knew that was bullshit. You knew and they knew the guy, player 333, was also in there. Along with half the ‘X’ team. They brought trouble everywhere they went. Sparing no one but each other… and you? In a way. They still strong armed you into sticking with the games, and they don’t really let you go far. They always appear together at the just right time to pull you off and rambled their fried little heads off. It made you feel special, and it’s safe to say you were left alone by everyone else.

But they have been gone for a suspiciously long time. Min-su isn’t known to stand up for himself so it can’t be him holding them up. Instead of observing your peers, your attention was now trained on the men’s bathroom door. Two pink soldiers stood just outside, guns clutched in hand.

‘What could be taking them so long?’ You wondered as you stared and stared and stared until you could have sworn you saw the door shake in its frame. Like something was being thrown against it. You kept looking, trying to decipher if you were just seeing things. Just as you begin to stand up money began to flow from the dispenser into the growing pot of money. Very soon after players began to clamber out of the bathroom.

The men walked out of the ‘O’ side first, battered to all hell with each one spattered with sickening amount of blood. Your eyes raced between the first few players to come out, searching for your friends. Desperate to see your only source of comfort, friendship and safety hasn’t been taken from you. Then nam gyu came out, equally doused in blood if not more so. Hands stained dark red with fresh blood, looking at everyone with this insane look in his eyes and out of breath. But no thanos. You immediately got the hint you’d never see him walk out of there.

He starts telling everyone that the ‘X’ players attacked the ‘O’s in the bathroom to sway the votes. Before that got too far it the other side made their way out, claiming that it was actually the ‘O’ team started the blood bath. The whole situation became who’s lying and who’s not. Further stirring the pot of resentment in the room. However that didn’t matter much to you. What mattered is that you still had something to cling to in a place where lives are ended over nothing. After the whole debate you got up and caught up to nam gyu who was making his way to thanos’ bed with dazed steps.

“Nam gyu!” You called for him, making him look over his shoulder in disgust until he saw it was just you. His facial expression changed from irritated to somewhat relieved. But he looked very different, even though nothing changed. He was covered in blood that wasn’t previously there obviously but it was something in his eyes. In his demeanor. In his soul. He stopped for a second for you.

When you get within his reach he is immediately resting his hands on your shoulder and giving them light pats. You think it’s his way of saying he’s ok. It was unusual for him to be so quiet, he usually has infinite things to say. You move to put your hands on his forearms in return. “What the actual fuck happened in there?”

All he did was tilt his head to the side, gesturing to thanos’ bed you all used to hang out. Clearly whatever it was he didn’t want anyone to know or hear. You just nod and follow as you walk with him until he crawls onto thanos’ bed and rubs his face as if he’s trying to tell if this is all real. Eventually he looks at you with tear glazed eyes, but not one tear fell. Quietly he reveals thanos’ cross out from his pocket.

“Oh, Thanos, you fսcking idiot. You were a piece of shit dude, you know that?” He says and you look at him with a confused expression. You could tell he didn’t mean it, why else would it be when you look at him you can tell it hurts him. He can try to pretend he doesn’t care, but he does. He pops open the cross and takes a pill out and places it in his mouth. “Couldn't get my name right”

“What happened.” You repeat, sitting down next to him, shoulders touching. He immediately leaned on you. He looks at you and gives the fakest chuckle you’ve ever heard.

“We were…discussing the vote with min-su” nam gyu starts “but that fucking cunt myung-gi came in acting all smart. He threw the first punch and it just kept going from there…” he trailed off, looking at you with this lost, dead look. “He’s gone”

You knew that, but it still hurts. You could tell it hurt him to say too. You lean your head on him as tears well in your eyes. Thanos was a terrible person, that’s just a fact. But he was different one on one. With the silly names, dancing, rapping… he always had something to say and made sure you had safety measures. Constantly reassuring you that him and nam gyu wouldn’t let you die.

Player 333….

“We lost one more than the other team. We’d lose the vote.” He picks the conversation back up, speaking in a soft voice. The voice he uses when he wants something. “We have to attack them tonight. Kill them. So we can keep playing”

Your jaw drops a bit. He’s really asking you to kill people so you both can stay and possibly die too? Like thanos? Like all the other strangers you had to watch he murdered inches away from you. “I don’t know…I don’t know if I could do that nam gyu-“

Suddenly nam gyu grabs your hand, looking you in the eyes as he places something small and round in the palm of your hand then closing your hand around it with a twisted smile. You look.

It’s a small bright red colored tablet. One of thanos’ little pills. You look up at nam gyu nervously. You open your mouth to protest but he doesn’t let you. “Just take it. It will help you. Don’t you want the money? Don’t you want to see each other outside of here, huh? Have a good life?” He pressures you, taking his hands and playing with your jacket, sleeves, anything on you he could touch. “This is how we can do that, yeah? You’ll feel better after you take that, I swear. Then it will be over after light out, okay?”

You just nod, close your eyes and take the pill, crushing it in your teeth. “There you go” he praises. He pulls a bloody fork from his pocket. “You can do you it” he says with a deadly smile. And all you can do is agree as you begin to feel lighter and lighter

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[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

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You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

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This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.