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Thanos watches as Nam-gyu types out fuck you on his phone and hits send without a second thought. What do you know, maybe Nam-gyu just might get off Thanos’ shit list for the night but maybe that’s also just the alcohol talking. Thanos half expects the conversation to end there. Figures Mina would block his number or text something like 'where are you?' followed by an invitation to fuck it out.
But she replies almost instantly. That part throws him off.
The first message: ‘You’re with that fucking dealer again, aren’t you.’ And right after: ‘Don’t try and deflect!’
Guess she’s also freakishly good at guessing…and pissed off ‘cause she’s actually taking the time to punctuate her sentences without those little heart emojis at the end.
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Thanos and Nam-gyu have always been too close. Physically too close, if we're talking about specifics. Like the type of dudes who'd hold hands while pissing in the urinals. Weird shit they don't even realise until someone subtly calls them out for it.
It doesn’t really register until Nam-gyu chooses the far end of the couch.
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It's my world (you're just livin' in it) by Up_si_de
Fandoms: Squid Game (TV 2021), Spider-Man - All Media Types
03 Jun 2025
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Weird shit’s been happening to Nam-gyu for as long as he can remember. He figures it’s just some sketchy side effect of the knockoff drugs he takes, because apparently, he’s the only one seeing this kind crap. Not that it stops him. Fat fucking chance in hell.
Things had been quiet for a while—until he snorts a line, leans back in his chair, and spots a streak of bright purple slicing through the sky. Yeah, no. Nothing natural was that fuckass colour, not even through drug-hazed vision.
Nam-gyu offers a conspicuous glare towards the rest of the white powder that lies lined up on his desk and seriously thinks about getting a new dealer. He knew it was a scam, but hey—desperation makes you do dumb things.
Still, this might top his list of crazy 'fucking hallucinations'. Because as far as Nam-gyu knows, he’s the only one who can swing through the sky.
And he sure as hell doesn’t wear anything fucking purple.
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For the last four years, Thanos/Nam-gyu has been the one and only Spider-Man.
(An AU no one asked for.)
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Thanos cracks an eye open, glancing down at him, and—fuck, his stare is just as lazy as his tone, but there’s something sharp beneath it, something too knowing.
"You tryna be subtle, or you just hoping I won’t call you out?"
Nam-gyu clenches his jaw, but that heat curling in his gut just tightens, burning slow and thick. Nam-gyu should pull back. Shrug it off. Say something to save face.
But instead, he pushes his luck when Thanos asks again.
"You're touchy as fuck when you're high, y'know that?"
"And?"
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Thanos and Nam-gyu, slumped together on the floor of Nam-gyu’s apartment, get just fucked up enough on drugs to make a mutual decision. One that, after some back-and-forth, they both acknowledge is undeniably, spectacularly stupid as hell.