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Thanos

The bass thrums through your chest, a low, comforting rumble that's become the soundtrack to your evenings. This is Thanos's home studio, a chaotic haven of wires, instruments, and half-written lyrics scrawled on every available surface. You love it here, especially when it's just the two of you.

"Yo, sunshine, you ready to make this great man look fly?"

Thanos's voice, laced with amusement, pulls you out of your reverie. He’s lounging on the oversized leather couch, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. His purple hair is a mess, and he's wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowing his hands.

You giggle, setting the small tray of nail polishes and cotton pads on the coffee table.

"Ready when you are, you big goofball."

He dramatically throws his head back and groans.

"Did you just call me a goofball? I'm a lyrical genius, a rap god, a–"

"A dork who needs a manicure?"

You finish for him, popping open the first nail polish bottle. The scent of chemicals mixes with the lingering smell of incense and the faint undercurrent of his signature cologne.

Thanos grins, the light glinting off the silver ring in his ear.

"Alright, alright, you win. But you better make these paws look good, I got a music video shoot tomorrow and the camera don’t lie."

He holds out his hands, the muscles in his forearms flexing under his sweater. He has long, slender fingers, and the idea of painting them makes you smile.

You take his left hand first, gently resting it in yours. His skin is warm beneath your fingertips, a comforting weight. You carefully begin to paint his thumb a vibrant green.

"So, why the green thumb?"

Thanos asks, tilting his head to watch you work.

"Because it reminds me of you when we first met in the park," you explain, concentrating on applying the polish without smudging. "You were trying to feed the pigeons, remember? And you had this huge green stain on your t-shirt from a spilled smoothie."

He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates through you.

"Ah, yes. The legendary smoothie incident. You thought I was a menace, a bird-chasing hooligan."

"I thought you were endearing,"

you correct softly, switching to the purple polish for his index finger.

"A bit of a menace, maybe, but mostly endearing. You still are."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, babe."

He winks, and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, your heart fluttering anyway.

The purple flows smoothly over his nail, the rich hue a stark contrast to his skin tone. You carefully do the middle finger with a dark blue.

“This one is wild, just like your lyrics, you know?”

You murmur.

"You actually listen to those ramblings?"

He asks, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

"Of course, you goof. They're amazing."

You pause, then add,

"Besides, you sneak little messages in there just for me, don't you?"

A faint blush dusts across his cheeks, a rare sight that makes your stomach flip.

"Maybe...."

He mumbles, looking away. You can tell he's trying to play it cool, but you see the corners of his mouth twitch.

The ring finger is next, a bold red.

“This one’s for your passion, always burning bright.”

You say, your voice soft.

Finally, the pinky gets a coat of calming beige.

“And this one’s just a bit like you, warm and comfy when you’re not trying to be all gangste.,”

You tease.

You step back to admire your work, your fingers still tingling from the contact with his skin. Each nail a burst of color, a small piece of you on him. Thanos holds his hands up, turning them this way and that, his eyes sparkling.

"Damn, sunshine. You outdid yourself. These are fire."

He declares, a genuine smile splitting his face.

"When will I do yours, huh? Next time?"

You laugh, moving to kiss him on his cheek.

"Only if you promise to let me pick the colors."

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Anything for you, mi amor. Anything."

He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes he adds-

“Maybe I was a bit of a douche before. Sorry sunshine.”

“You always are, but I still love you.”

You state, leaning into him.

The bass continues to thrum, the warm sounds of the city filtering through the thick walls. In the heart of his chaotic world, with colorful nails and the promise of soft kisses, you find your own perfect little love story right here with him.

Also, here is the nail design! (Thank you 'jullnegative' on Pinterest <3)

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

Thanos

The metallic clang of the bunk bed jolted you awake.

The fluorescent lights of the Squid Game dorm hummed, casting long, unsettling shadows across the rows of identical green jumpsuits. You shivered, pulling your thin blanket tighter. This was it. Your first night.

Panic clawed at your throat. All around you, people stirred, murmuring nervously or trying to feign sleep. You focused on your breathing, trying to remember the calming techniques.

Then you saw him.

He was impossible to miss. A towering figure, easily six and a half feet tall, was attempting to squeeze himself onto the bunk below yours. His shoulders strained the fabric of his jumpsuit, and his unnaturally purple hair was flattened on one side. He looked… intimidating. Downright terrifying.

But then you noticed his hands. Large, calloused, but also… adorned?

Each nail was painted a different vibrant color – a rainbow of defiance against the drab green.

Player Thanos. That's what everyone was whispering.

He grunted as he finally managed to wedge himself into the bunk. His back was to you, but you could feel the sheer force radiating off him. He seemed so tough, so…unreachable.

He shifted, and you saw his face for the first time. It was harsh, etched with lines that spoke of hardship. His jaw was set, his eyes narrowed. But there was something else there, too. Something…vulnerable.

Swallowing your fear, you reached into your pocket. You’d almost forgotten you had it. It was a ring, a cheap, plastic thing you’d bought at a fair years ago. But it had all the colors of the rainbow, the same colors that adorned Thanos’s nails.

You took a deep breath and leaned over the edge of your bunk.

“Excuse me..”

You whispered, your voice trembling.

He turned his head slowly, regarding you with a look that could curdle milk.

“What?”

He growled, the sound surprisingly deep and resonant.

You shrunk back a little.

“I… I wanted to give you this.”

You extended your hand, the ring glinting in the harsh light.

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping from the ring to your face.

"What's that supposed to be?"

“It… it reminded me of your nails.” You stammered.

“I thought… maybe it would bring you some luck. It’s got all the colors.”

He stared at the ring for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he reached out and took it. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a surprising jolt through you.

“Thanks..?”

He mumbled, his voice softer than you expected. He slipped the ring onto his little finger, where it looked ridiculously small.

Silence descended again. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, suffocating. Glancing around the room, you saw the fear mirrored in the faces of the other players. It was thick in the air, almost tangible.

You instinctively huddled under your blanket, your heart pounding in your chest. You were so scared.

Without thinking, you leaned closer to Thanos, drawn to the only source of perceived strength in the room. You gently pressed your body against his broad back.

He stiffened, his muscles tensing.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

He said, his voice low.

"I'm sorry.."

You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

"I'm just… really scared."

He was silent for a long moment. You expected him to push you away, to tell you to leave him alone. But he didn't.

Instead, he slowly relaxed his shoulders. After a beat, he shifted slightly to give you more space. Then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned back against you, offering a small, comforting pressure.

"It's alright."

He murmured, his voice barely audible.

"It's alright. Just… try to get some sleep."

His words were gruff, almost reluctant, but they were enough. The warmth of his body against yours, the subtle reassurance in his voice, eased the sharp edges of your fear. You closed your eyes, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing.

He was still Thanos, the intimidating giant with painted nails and a tough exterior. But for tonight, in this terrifying place, he was also something else: a protector, a source of unexpected comfort.

Sleep came slowly, but it came.

And as you drifted off, you knew that you weren't entirely alone. He had the ring, and you had Thanos, a strange, unlikely guardian in the heart of the Squid Game.

I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

Seong Gi-Hun

(in game)

In the twisted reality of the games, your eyes always found *them*, your focus fixed on another

Gi-Hun, a few paces behind you, felt a familiar ache in his chest- he hated this feeling, hated how his heart hammered just seeing you, how it twisted when your gaze lingered elsewhere

Yet, he couldn’t deny it even if he hated being in love, feeling so helpless

During the Glass Bridge, a moment of panic sends you stumbling but before you can fall, Gi-Hun is there, pushing you forward, his own foot landing precariously close to the edge

He would totally forget about his own safety, only caring about your wellbeing

"Careful!" His voice is sharp with a fear meant only for you, completely disregarding his own life hanging by a thread

He’d throw himself into any danger, any risk, if it meant you were safe

(outside the game)

Outside the game's shadow, Seong Gi-Hun is a different man

You bump into him at a quiet cafe, and he offers a polite, almost distant, nod

He seems cold, but his eyes hold a quiet intensity

He remembers your coffee order, the subtle way you prefer your tea, details you’d never thought to share

He doesn't rush, doesn’t push

Instead, he’s a gentleman of quiet persistence, always appearing when you least expect it- a shared bench in the park, a spontaneous offer to carry your groceries

Slowly, carefully, he’s trying to win you over, one considerate gesture at a time, showing you a depth of care that was always there, just hidden beneath the surface

Dae-Ho

(in game)

In the chaos of Red Light, Green Light, you felt a light, trembling grip on your arm

It was Dae-Ho. His eyes, usually so bright, were wide and darting, his face pale

He was terrified, you could tell, but he didn't let go.

When the doll turned, he pulled you close, a silent shield, whispering, "Don't move. Just breathe."

He barely ever spoke in here, but he was always there

You glanced across the field, searching for *them*, and Dae-Ho’s grip tightened imperceptibly, as if trying to ground your attention, to protect you from more than just the sniper's aim

He was scared for himself, yes, but you knew, somehow, he was even more terrified for you

(outside the game)

"So, did you hear back from *them* about the movie?" Dae-Ho asked, stirring his latte, a casual, almost too-casual, question

You shook your head, explaining they were busy. Dae-Ho nodded slowly, his expression a mix of feigned sympathy and something else, something subtly smug

"Ah, well, *their* loss then. I was thinking we could finally try that new arcade downtown tonight? I bet I could beat your high score in everything."

He grinned, a familiar, playful challenge in his eyes, always trying to present himself as the better, more reliable option without ever explicitly saying it

He was your best friend, always planning the next adventure, always subtly trying to prove he was the one you should be looking at

Hwang In-Ho

(in game)

You felt a strange, almost magical shield around you in the brutal game, always surviving by the narrowest margin

Unbeknownst to you, the masked Frontman, In-Ho, watched your every move

His control room was a vantage point, his eyes fixed on your number

He’d whisper curt orders to the guards, ensuring your spot was mysteriously skipped during eliminations

A dangerous urge to fix the entire game for your victory simmered within him, only restrained by the VIPs' suspicious glares

But his calm exterior shattered when he saw you, a soft smile gracing your lips as you shared a moment with *them*

A silent, furious clench of his gloved fist was the only outward sign of his rage, he would wreck the whole control room if needed

You were his to protect.

(outside the game)

After the games, the world felt muted, yet In-Ho’s pursuit was anything but

He was an anachronism- old-timey romantic to the core

He’d invite you for coffee, always leading to a meticulously planned dinner, then another, despite your gentle mentions of someone else

He’d arrive with a small, perfectly wrapped box, a "shiny gift" nested inside- a vintage locket, a shimmering ring- each offering a silent plea for your affection

He’d listen, a melancholic understanding in his gaze, as you spoke of *them*, the one your heart truly desired

He’d simply nod, a polite smile masking the ache, before trying again the next day

Salesman

(in game)

He would be so in love, ready to pay to become a VIP, only to see you

The sharp crack echoed in the eerie silence of the VIP lounge, a crystal glass shattering in the Salesman’s white-gloved hand

Blood welled, but he barely registered it, his gaze fixed on the monitor

You, navigating the final game, smiled, a genuine laugh bubbling up as *they* patted your back

A wave of possessive agony washed over him

He didn't even dare hit you in the station, wouldn't even think of recruiting you

He’d practically begged In-ho to keep you safe, to watch over you.

He’d paid exorbitant sums, endured the tedious VIP theatrics, just to confirm you were alive, seeing your name flash on the eliminated list was his deepest fear

Now, seeing that smile directed at someone else, a wave of sickness

Other VIPs shot him curious, disapproving glances

He didn't care

(outside the game)

Outside the game, he was a different man

Quiet, yes, but almost painfully touchy

His hand would instinctively reach for yours, a warm, reassuring presence when you crossed the street, even if there were no cars in sight

Your phone would buzz with the most absurd, mundane observations- a particularly fluffy cloud, a dead cat on the road-anything to keep the conversation flowing between your shifts

He’d be there, waiting, a constant silhouette by the streetlamp as you walked home from work, a silent guardian

He’d offer to carry your bag, make you tea, his actions a humble, earnest plea to prove himself, to show you he could be everything you needed, everything *they* weren't.

Requests are always open. El <3 (all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

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