11 Works by 4Dcorpse
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past the dreams and the color by semiyeong (4Dcorpse) for RZBee
Fandoms: Squid Game (TV 2021)
03 Dec 2025
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She expects her voice to be hoarse when she finally speaks, but it comes as clear as ever: “What happened?”
“You died,” he says, simple. At least he offers her a frown as consolation.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
OR: Gyeong-su dies. Se-mi dies, too. What happens now?
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When his gaze flicks back, Su-bong’s knelt in front of him, staring. Beaming. Eyes full of this sparkle Nam-gyu’s only been privy to in the moments that something real special’s come their way: his first record deal, when they moved into this building, getting their first car. Things like that. But this is — they’re just talking, it’s nothing.
Chancing a glance down, something else glimmers at him, too.
Silver. Dainty. Settled neat and clean in a little blue box that sits perched in Su-bong’s trembling hands. “I’m sorry,” he exhales, and if Nam-gyu wasn’t so fixated on the sight before him, the words may have been swallowed by the night with how quiet they’re said. “I couldn’t wait to ask.”
OR: Eight scenarios encountered by Nam-gyu & Su-bong as they traverse the motions of getting married; for domestic thangyu week.
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While trying something new, Thanos makes a discovery.
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- Part 2 of thangyu kinktober ♡
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Thanos could shove him off if he needed it that bad, but he doesn’t. Nam-gyu grinds down harder, just to test and — Thanos whines again — that stupid, high-pitched thing from before. As if Nam-gyu’s just the cruelest little minx in the world. His lips curl up into a smile.
He shakes his head, leaning in so their cheeks brush, lips pressed against the skin below Thanos’ ear. ”No.”
Not what Thanos wanted to hear. He groans again, and Nam-gyu swears he can feel Thanos’ skin turn pink beneath his own. “What are you —?”
“Stay, boy.”
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- Part 1 of thangyu kinktober ♡
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Really, the inside should be no different than the outside. The floor still underfoot, air is still thick in his lungs, and his pulse still hammers fast in his throat. Thanos is only a man before him, the same as before. Nothing is different.
Is it?
The lie is thin.
OR: Thanos, Nam-gyu, and their inevitable collision.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,030
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 6
- Hits:
- 82
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Mostly, Nam-gyu wants to keep it the way it is, just cleaner. Maintain that artistic integrity it already holds, and merely play on the potential that’s already there. Make it ugly and beautiful and impossible to replicate. Something built out of broken things.
That’s why he loves it so much — because he can look at something wrecked and say, yeah, that’s worth keeping.
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Every drop is a little humiliation that makes him throb. Nam-gyu knows. Knows and says nothing for a long moment, just watches him squirm, until he —
“Keep making a mess for me. That’s all you’re good for right now.”
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still i know i’ve got the stain (and maybe you do too) by semiyeong (4Dcorpse)
Fandoms: Squid Game (TV 2021)
28 Jul 2025
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“You really aren’t upset?”
Su-bong’s voice has softened to something barely audible. Testing, floating around, waiting for the explosion in a place where it’s unnerving not to hear the boom. The question hangs and Nam-gyu understands, easily, it’s not just about this. Everything else has come spilling out in tandem with crimson: the past, the unspoken, the mess bleeding out across both of their lives.
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- Part 2 of thangyufest ♡
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Nam-gyu, alone, returns home.
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- Part 1 of thangyufest ♡
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There were too many years where Gyeong-su’s birthday had come and gone with nothing more than a group chat message and a sad slice of store-bought cake. Not this time. Not on her watch. She was going to give him a birthday so good he’d be embarrassed to talk about it.
OR: My birthday gift to the most beloved and most deranged squid I know, Bee.
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Nam-gyu lulled his head to the side, breath stirring the flattened hair at Thanos’ temple. The intensity of his gaze was gone, but his presence pressed in heavier than ever.
This was what they did. Circled the line but never crossed it.
Just pink bubblegum on the tongue: sweet, soft, fleeting. Something you chewed until it lost its taste, then swallowed anyway because it felt wrong to let it go.