#murder-chan style)

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

back at it again with my new oc bullshit

[shironezuninja]

I think I’d prefer to have never found out that my follow NYers do a countdown to the lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas tree each year (like they do to the Times Square New Years Eve ball). The cheesiness got a lot more Eye Rollable.

[bluelocksource]

U-20 Japan National Team Match Just Before the Game: A Day in Daily Life at Blue Lock.

Isagi: "I styled my hair. The little sprout on top of my head looks great today! Just then, Bachira came up and said, "Harvest ♪" while grabbing it tightly. No matter how much I tried to escape, he kept holding on. I resigned myself to it and let him grip it for a while until he got bored and went off somewhere. What a free spirit!"

Gagamaru: "There’s no nature inside Blue Lock. I wanted to see trees and flowers. Anything would be fine. Just something green. While I was looking around, I found Otoya. His bangs are green, so when I stared at him, he said, "Not into guys."

Aryū: "Little by little, the Blue Lock folks are starting to get a taste of 'Osha.' But in truly 'Osha' moments, people shine. I swear here that one day I’ll show that!"

Niko: "I was caught washing my forehead by Aryū-kun. It was embarrassing. But he taught me, 'Embarrassment is an important emotion that makes us human.' I became interested in Aryū-kun. I want to know a little more about this 'Osha' thing."

Chigiri: "I fell asleep while drying my hair. There’s no one here to wake me up. My hair is long, so it takes a while. Maybe I'll cut it next summer."

Bachira: "When I was walking around n*k*d, Karasu scolded me! Otoya joined me in being n*k*d ♪ Isagi... treated me the same as always! It seems he’s gotten tired of making remarks at my n*k*dn*ss. What a strange guy."

Karasu: "I found myself in the bath with Hiori. We didn't really have a conversation, but that was perfectly fine. I think we were both comfortable with it. It was great to see him looking well. I'm glad we had the chance to meet again."

Nagi: "I ate alone. I did the laundry by myself. I’ve become able to train on my own. I'm proud of myself. Changing is fun, but it can also be a hassle and a little lonely. Still, I think it's an important thing."

Otoya: "I contacted some girls I know on my smartphone after a long time. Most of them didn’t respond. It turns out that not keeping in touch regularly really does make girls dislike you. On to the next one! Woohoo ♪"

Yukimiya: "I talked about various things with Nagi-kun. Like the things we like, and how we've managed to get this far. It seems that for Nagi-kun, the existence of Isagi is significant. It's a story that doesn't really concern me, but having a rival like that feels nice somehow."

Rin: "When I woke up in the morning, my left lower eyelash was turned inside out and it hurt my eye. It happens sometimes, right? Bedhead with lower eyelashes. Huh? Is it just me? My brother said he has it... Oh, don't remind me of that guy. What a terrible wake-up!"

Hiori: "I trained with Isagi-kun. I sent in crosses, and Isagi-kun delivered a direct shot. With each one, he practices with intention and communicates well. He’s a smart type. He’s a bit like Karasu, too. I don’t dislike Isagi Yoichi."

Reo: "I ate alone and trained alone. It’s been a while since I did anything by myself. I can live on my own, but I dream of things I can’t do alone. I have to change. It’s not over yet. Someday, I’ll do it once more."

Barou: "I touched up the "X" shave on my temple. One line represents my murderous intent towards others, and the other represents my murderous intent towards myself. What’s that? Don’t look at me, you stinky guy (Nagi). It’s not a mark saying to give me a headshot here!"

Igaguri: "My hair had gotten long, so I asked Shidou to cut it with clippers, and he ended up giving me a heart-shaped bald spot on the back of my head. Love Amida Buddha…"

Ishikari: "I suddenly felt like playing basketball, so I asked Anri-chan for a basketball. I gathered some people randomly, and it turned out Kiyora was surprisingly really good. Basketball is so much fun!"

Kurona: "Good morning, good morning. Hello, hello. Good night, good night. Greetings are important, very important. It’s a given, but it’s precious. Everyone’s everyday life, everyday life."

Kiyora: "For dinner today, should I have croquettes or minced cutlets? My heart is 50% 50%. I feel like both choices are correct, but I also think I’d regret whichever one I choose. Alright. I’ll eat both. ………………………… Damn, I ate too much and my stomach hurts. Should I lie down or go to the bathroom? The borderline starts again."

Zantetsu: "It's better to brush your teeth properly every day, I told everyone. They replied, 'You should study more.' Well, if you get a cavity, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Tokimitsu: "I was saying, 'I lack confidence. I want confidence,' when Karasu-kun teased me, saying, 'It was just lying in the bathroom earlier, right?' Ugh… come on, don’t mess with me for real… Well, I went to check the bathroom anyway… but of course, it wasn’t there! Uwaaa!"

Nanase: "I washed my headband. When I put it in the dryer, it shrank a lot... what should I do? For now, I just wore it as it was that day. My head felt 'juri juri' (itchy)... Oh, I mean it felt 'zuki zuki' (throbbing). There goes my dialect again! Hehe, sorry about that!"

Hiiragi: "I used my hobby of tarot cards to predict my future. The 'Devil' card came up… Well, it's just a fortune-telling, right? Nothing to worry about! Right?"

Raichi: "I got really into a sideburns talk with Ishikari! His sideburns are pretty good, but mine are definitely cooler! In the end, we ended up arguing about it!"

Shidou: "I woke up. My mind feels clear. Yeah, it’s a good start today. In the afternoon, my body feels energized. I can sense my cells buzzing with excitement. At night, my heart feels restless. I’m sure something will happen tomorrow. I want to experience this night, knowing I can sleep with that thought, over and over again."

Ego: "Anri-chan was drooling and sleeping at her desk. She should sleep in her own room. Well, I decided to show a little concern for her. With this, she’ll probably listen to me for a while again. Kindness has its intentions. That’s how humans are."

Anri: "I was given an assignment by Ego-san to come up with ideas to make the existence of the Blue Lock better known to the world. Since that day, I've been stressed and having strange nightmares. Damn it… I want to sleep well! I’ll do my best!"

source: Egoist Bible 2

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hlo🩷 Can I have a obey me scenario of the 7 brothers (seperately) finding out that MC knows pole dancing and just discovered it when they entered her room without knocking and saw a literal pole with her spinning on it.

Lucifer

He knew he should have knocked, but the matter on which he had to speak with [Y/N] on was urgent. So, Lucifer thought that, just for this one time, it would be acceptable.

Opening the door and seeing them there, spinning around on a pole he was quite sure had not been there some months ago, he was taken aback to say the least. Lucifer didn’t know humans could be so graceful. “My apologies,” he said at first, “I did not mean to interrupt your…workout, but I needed to talk to you about something important. If you could…come down.”

Mammon

Being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon had been in some of the best clubs in the world. Several of them included dancers. Beautiful aerial sirens who were there to distract the customers, so they wouldn’t focus on their bets, and make their pockets that much easier to pick. Never him though, Mammon was always focused on his money, but he had seen it all.

Yet when he saw [Y/N], spinning in the air, he understood finally why they were such a draw.

“W-Where did you get that?? Why are you spinning on a pole?? You’re not thinking of working down at one of the clubs are you?! I won’t allow it!”

Levi

Levi had been so excited when he found the new Easter Egg in his game, that he had to show [Y/N] right away!

He figured it would be ok for him not to knock this one time. This was very important after all. When he opened the door and found [Y/N] inverted on a pole, his face immediately went red and he had to cover his nose. “W-W-Wh! What are you doing?!”

He’d seen moves like this before, in some of his animes and a few games as well, but never in person. Seeing [Y/N] doing them, in person, put a whole new perspective on it. One that made him think of pole dancing cosplays, and spinning maid-kuns in his room….

Satan

Finally! He had figured it out!

After combing his latest series for months. Reviewing every note he had ever taken on each book. Then finally coming to the conclusion earlier that afternoon, Satan had finally figured it out! He knew who the murder in their murder mystery series was and he had to tell [Y/N]!

Rushing to their room with unprecedented enthusiasm, Satan flung open the door with equally unprecedented glee. “[Y/N]! I have it! I finally figured it….” His voice and enthusiasm trailed off as he saw them on a pole in their room. Stopping mid spin but clearly in the middle of a routine. “I uh….I’ll come back later….” He then quietly apologized and slowly closed the door.

Asmo

“[Y/N]-chan~! The new issue of Devil Style just arrived! I thought we could look at the new jacket lines and take this cute couples quiz….” Asmo trailed off as he looked up from the pages to see [Y/N].

Clearly, he had caught them in the middle of something. Namely practicing their pole moves on the newly installed polished chrome in their room.

“You got a pole in here!” Asmo gushed. Completely abandoning the magazine on the floor to rush over and touch the silver. “Oh wow! Who knew you had it in you? Are you practicing for anyone special, eh? Need an audience to provide critiques? Or maybe show you a few moves ♡?” The demon giggled as he was already climbing on the pole as well. Ready to play.

Beel

He knows he should have knocked. Usually, Beel wouldn’t even consider going into someone else’s room without knocking, but he was so focused on the new parfait treat at Madam Scream’s that all his brain power was focused on that. ‘Parfait. Parfair. [Y/N]. Parfait’

Beel had planed to invite them to come with him, always a good sport for trying new things, and was surprised to see them on a pole when he came into the room. “Whoa. What’s that?”

As [Y/N] slid down, Beel came to inspect it. “Hey. I’ve heard of these actually. They’re for like pole-robics aren’t they?” In his quest for new workouts in his evolving fitness plan, Beel had come across the term but never seen it in practice. Innocent enough to think that’s the only thing it was used for. “I beat this is a great core work out. Can I try sometime? Do you think it would hold me? Hmmm…maybe I’ll need to order a heavier duty one so we can workout together…?”

Belphie

Belphie had a bad habit of sleepwalking. Or, more to the point, half-sleep-half-walking in most cases.

He had woken up from one of his mid-afternoon naps to go find [Y/N] and finish his nap in their room. Not recharged enough to want to socialize, but wanting to be around them.

As usual, he didn’t bother knocking on the door. Belphie just letting himself in and seeing [Y/N] there. Spinning around on a pole in the middle of the room. Not the oddest thing he had dream of; as he assumed he had to be dreaming.

Saying nothing, Belphie just walked over to their bed and laid himself down. When he woke up, and the pole was still there, he just said, “wow….dream come true.”

[the-hawks-rye]

Mairuma continuing to impress in how siblings are written. Of course Clara, who at the start of the series didn't think twice about axes being an appropriate play item to use with her schoolmates, has a brother close to her own age who is ecstatic about almost being actually murdered by his teacher. From here I can only conclude that the highlight of Urara's early childhood was being chased around by a Clara weilding a meat tenderizer. All the pieces fit together perfectly; no notes.

Update: Since y'all have liked the tags they are getting added as full text:

I was actually wondering for a good while how "books that try to chomp on you" fit in with Clara being a good big sis #and how there wasn't really signs of her playing dangerous games with her other younger siblings #but like yeah a sibling close in age to you being weird in way that compliments your style of being weird #absolutely does cause you both to become even more weird both together & separately #source: I have siblings #but yeah Clara "fun aficionado" Valac's standards were absolutely warped by Urara "I HAVE A GREAT PLAN" Valac #Urara loves being in danger so swinging heavy objects at him is okay because that's how he has the most fun! #wydm being jabbed at with a sharp objects isn't fun? u-chan is a stick in the mud & even he loves being relentlessly attacked w stabby stick #early Clara not knowing what a "boundary" or "reasonable limit" is both a cause & effect of Urara being such a thrill seeker #oopsie daisy they got caught in a feedback loop and now they're both extra weird

[sanakimohara]

Bangchan + Dollhouse by TheWeeknd and Lily-Rose Depp + Yandere 🤭🤭

Like imagine

You wake up in a random persons house, you've been stalked for months, that random person is your stalker. But you can't deny how hot he is. And for a while, he's gentle and makes you fall in love with him, until he introduces you to his friend, Changbin, who you can't deny is almost as hot as Chris, so you talk to him and basically ignore chris. Chris gets jealous and as soon as changbin leaves, he ‘punishes you’ with both rough sex and spanking (i have a spanking kink, spare me pls) and when he's done with everything and you're sleeping, he cries thinking he might of hurt you, you wake up a comfort him with another round. The relationship is messed up, but in front of everyone it's ‘Perfect’ and everyone calls you ‘Barbie and Ken’, but you're more ‘Jocelyn and Tedros’ (the idol ref). You sometimes feel trapped in a ‹Dollhouse› by how you have everything you want, but freedom and being able to talk to without chans supervision.

I know it's probably not your style of writing, but thought I'd request 🤭🤭

[ YOU ] PT.1 B. C.

parking: chan x fem! reader

summary: Stalker AU

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5KyevYvSoqYDrdBqeAvTZO?si=ZgCCA54dQ7ChyVR2Eg381g

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + ANGST + KIDNAPPING + STALKING + STOCKHOLM SYNDROME + CNC + DESCRIPTIONS OF BODILY HARM + MENTIONS OF MURDER + TRAUMA + SMUT

type: full fic / angst / smut / horror…

a/n: not my style?!? Love, this is exactly the type of stuff I enjoy writing the most tbh. Also your request definitely reminded me of “The Idol” and ‘You” so…I made this fic as an overlap between both and I hope you enjoy it! 🖤

One…Two…Three….Four.

One…

Four walls. …

One door….

One. Two. Three. Four.

One….

Four walls and one door.

You’ve counted them over and over.

You sit in drowning silence, repeating the same numbers to resist the panic rising in your chest from their unfamiliarity.

You’ve never seen these four walls before.

You can’t even begin to remember walking through the door.

Let alone recall how you ended up tied to a bed’s iron-wrought headboard with tape plastered across your mouth to keep a wad of cloth shoved between your lips.

So, you resort to counting.

To repeat the pattern of numbers and halt the tears building in your eyes as the world seems smaller and smaller the longer you count them.

It’s strange.

These four walls and one door are your only comfort in the quiet of a dimly lit room.

It’s the only details you can make out through blurred vision, head fogging with illicit fear as you study them for any clue as to why you’ve been chosen to be within them.

It’s irrational.

Illogical.

But it’s the only thing you can think of to do being in a strange room, restrained and gagged without a clue as to who or why you’ve been put there.

You try to remember. Try to run through the possible events in the last twenty-four hours that’d put you in such an uncanny predicament, but nothing alarming crosses your mind.

There is nothing you can pinpoint as a warning sign you could’ve seen before ending up here.

You woke up, dressed, went to work at the record store until evening, closed the shop, grabbed a bite to eat at the cafe down the street, and then…

And then what?…

You couldn’t get past the point in your train of thought.

You remember the moment you stepped out of the cafe's side entry door and into the small alleyway leading straight to your apartment with a strawberry strudel and cold cream latte in one hand and your phone in the other.

You took one step, turning in the opposite direction of the cafe, finger hovering above the “answer’ button as an unknown caller ID flashed across your phone screen. You meant to answer it, wondering if it was the man who’d come into the record shop looking for a Nirvana vinyl and a pleasant conversation.

What was his name again?

Chan?…

Christopher…?

Wait, no…

Chris!

He’d been the kindest and most invested customer you’d ever met since working in the retrofitted store, insisting that you exchange numbers and plan a time to hang out, listen to records, and maybe discuss opinions on certain bands over a bite-to-eat later on.

You found no harm in taking him up on the innocent offer. Giving a good-looking, genuinely sweet, and apparent music lover your number didn’t seem like a bad idea.

You could barely hold the smile creeping onto your face at the thought of getting a call from him so soon, imagining the drawl of his Australian accent carrying through the phone like pure honey.

You hit ‘answer,’ phone raised to your ear as you began to walk down the brick alley, but the moment your lips parted to speak, a particular smell invaded your nose, and the world went black.

No warning.

No indication.

No recollection.

There was nothing you could grasp from the startling incident that gave a clue as to what happened and why.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and your head began to hurt from the effort it took to sift through the distorted memory.

A solemn huff struggled to get past your lips, muffled by cloth and tape but audible enough to crack the silence in the room.

Your hands, wrists, and arms felt heavier. The rope twisted in and around the joints, pulled tight to wrap through the bed’s iron headboard, which swirled into a whimsical pattern. Your legs were left somewhat free, ankles bound by the same rope, but the knot around them was too tight for you to wriggle your feet free entirely.

Each time you tried to wrestle the restraints, they’d dig into your skin, scratching and pressing until lines of red were left.

You gave up squirming when the pain became too much, having let go of the hope that someone would hear your muted screams just before that.

Your heart rate failed to slow, stuck in a perpetual frantic pace as you resorted to counting and crying to yourself for comfort.

For a sense of security in a situation that couldn’t possibly remain secure.

A shroud of defeat hung above you, blanketing you in exhaustion as the numbers rang through your head again.

One. Two. Three. Four….One.

One. Two. Three. Four-

*snap*

*click*

Your counting abruptly ends when you hear the door lock come to life—a sharp sound that sends rivets of caution through your veins. You watch from the bed as the doorknob twists, turns, and clicks open.

*creak…*

The wood cries quietly as it’s pried open, inching with gentle force as a figure steps through it.

“You’re awake….I’m glad.”

Chris smiles, a warmth to his lowered voice that doesn’t entirely match the tension his presence has created in the stuffy room you’re tied up in.

You stare at him, watery eyes wide with confusion and pure fear.

His smile.

His voice.

Those brown eyes of his that you’d sworn looked so sweet, lighting up with recognition when you showed him the record store's Nirvana section. Now, they terrified you as they grazed along your vulnerable position.

A position he’d put you into.

A position you hadn’t expected him, a man so warm and so down to earth yet new to you, to put you in.

Chris saw the wheels turning in your head, reading the tidbits of betrayal bombarding you as the pieces of the puzzle you’d been trying to put together for hours finally came together.

He felt…guilty, of course.

He hadn’t meant to take you so quickly. Let alone without getting to know your mind a little better, but he needed a new source of purpose…

A new fix for the addiction many were unaware he had developed after years of denying it himself.

He needed a vice, a project, a doll to mold, a person who would depend on him and only him.

You checked all those boxes. He’d made sure of it. Trailing you for weeks after spotting you closing the record shop one evening on your way to the cafe he’d just left only a moment ago.

Getting rid of a body was never easy. It was a tedious task he rarely did without the help of caffeine in any form he could find, but one look at you had his mind wandering from the burden.

It was almost too perfect, in his opinion.

You were almost too perfect.

You remained on his mind for the next few days. You were the only thing he could ponder while tossing bags of muscle into the ocean in the dark hours of the morning. An itch he couldn’t quite scratch away.

So, against the resolve of his last failure to find someone to hold on to, Chris took an interest in you.

In your day-to-day life.

In the few friends and family you had and kept close.

In the days you went to work.

In the time you spent at the cafe after you’d leave the record shop.

In the specific orders you made.

A toasted strawberry strudel and cold cream latte on Mondays and Sundays.

Pumpkin vanilla cappuccino and lemon cake slice on Tuesday and Thursday.

Oh, but his favorite combination you ordered happened every Friday…

A slice of cake with strawberry filling and a cup of ice cream with extra whipped cream on top.

On those days, he’d watch from afar as your cheeks flushed from every bite of cake and cold cream you’d take. Bits of whipped cream swiped off your lips with a quick pass of your tongue. And that slight smile on your face as you enjoyed the treat always warmed his heart a little more each time he saw it.

You lived alone.

All alone.

A sweet girl like you shouldn’t have to but you do.

Chris couldn’t stand it.

Not the way you walked home all alone each night.

Not the way you stayed at the record store later on some nights to finish your manager’s closing tasks whenever he asked you to.

Which was far too many times for Chris’s liking.

Not the way you’d had to shop for yourself. You were buying smaller portions of groceries only to feed yourself.

Not how you helped anyone, even the rudest customers he’d ever seen when stopped by the record store in search of anything but vinyl records.

Not the way you’d crouch down in the alleyway after those interactions to cry into your hands and try to calm down before returning to work with a smile.

He couldn’t stand it.

Any of it.

Weeks of watching you suffer through a life he could make so much better for you made his headache and his mind numb.

Meeting you in the record store was only supposed to be a soft start to a usual routine he’d perfected over time. A quick interaction, something to ease his desire to have you all to himself. Nothing more. Nothing less.

But seeing your smile up close, hearing your soft voice carry under the sound of the 80s best hits as you led him to the section of records he’d asked to see, did something indescribable to him.

He could’ve waited. He could’ve gone on a few dates that he knew you’d gladly go on with him, but a rare impulse toppled over his logic.

You’d be so much happier if he had you.

He knew it.

He believed it.

And sooner or later, you’d believe it, too.

What’s the harm in making sure you’d believe it sooner?

Chris breathed, steadying himself despite the relief he felt seeing you wide awake and safe right where he had left you.

“Listen,…Y/n…” he stepped closer, eyes drifting around your figure when you began to toss and turn against the bed to scoot further away from him.

To keep him away at all costs.

Chris felt his heart drop, his smile gone, watching your teary eyes dart over him and through the room. Your body shook, your legs pulled close to your chest, and your head pressed back into the headboard.

You were terrified.

He terrified you.

That just wouldn’t do, and Chris stifled his inner doubts and regrets about causing you so much confusion and distress to remedy it in any way he could.

Maybe, just maybe, you’d listen to reason and hear him out.

You seemed like the understanding type.

A girl who could see another’s perspective without offering harsh judgment.

Chris was sure of it, though you looked utterly terrified of him now, if he was careful enough…

You’d have no choice but to understand.

“Listen,” he smiled at you, rounding the bed in three swift steps and kneeling at its left edge as you tried to curl closer to the right one.

He sighed, trying not to take your reluctance to be near him to heart, but the silent sobs that barely made it past your gag annoyed him to some degree.

Did you think he’d hurt you?

Him?

The one who’d made it his life’s new purpose to protect you at all costs would plan on hurting you when he’d only just gotten his hands on you?

Chris felt the frown on his lips, unable to retrain his disappointment in your behavior. Still, the disapproving expression he held lasted for less than seconds before he softened into a kinder one.

“Listen… I’m not going to hurt you. I know you must be so scared right now, sweetheart, and that’s fine.”

He straightened up, raising his arms to fold on the bedsheets. His shoulders tightened underneath the black shirt he wore, and he took a deep, elongated breath through his nose.

You watched him, struggling to see him as the same man you’d met in the record store. From the beginning, he’d been a stranger, a new face of kindness that mirrored your own, but now your mind couldn’t fathom what to think of him.

A dryness settled in the back of your throat, adding to your jaw ache and the soreness blooming through each of your tied limbs.

You were in pain.

He was putting you through so much pain, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

And you still had a little faith in his promise, believing the sick irony of it for the sake of internal hope.

Chris raised his head, strands of blonde hair falling over those eyes you couldn’t help staring into. “You can be afraid of me, baby. I know you are, and that’s fine, but know I’m doing this for you…” He paused, letting a wry laughas his lips pulled into a smile you barely saw when he lowered his head again.

Your nerves vibrated with anxiety, his sudden silence setting you on edge and bringing tears right back to your tired eyes.

Chris looked up, hearing you crying again, brows furrowing with irritation and concern. “Don’t cry.” The command hangs in the air, crisp and direct. You flinch hearing it, put off by the gentle raise of his voice and his abrupt movement to stand up and lean over the bed’s edge.

You shift away from him, holding back the tears that beg to fall from your eyes, fearing that disobeying his demand won’t end well for you.

“Crying won’t change anything for you.” He inches closer, a knee dipping into the mattress as his left-hand reaches to cup your face. You jerk your head back at his touch, ignoring the slight pain hitting it against the headboard causes but failing to avoid his touch when he weaves his fingers through your hair and tugs to hold you in place.

It hurts.

The pressure he inflicts onto your scalp leaves you complacent and strained.

You go still, shivering underneath his looming body heat as he drapes his head over yours.

Blonde locks tickle the bridge of your nose and forehead, shifting as his brows raise and his thickly accented voice pierces the room's defeating silence.

“You’re a smart girl, yeah?..”

You nod in a daze, throat too dry to scream, head too sore to think, and heart racing too fast for you to decide if fear or attraction to him was taking over you.

You hoped it was the latter.

Otherwise, you’d already begun to lose your mind.

Chris smirked, studying the way your pupils dilated on him.

There it is.

The sign he’d been longing to see since he’d walked into the room and found you awake.

A small, familiar, and telling indication of submission.

“Yeah, you are…” he scoffs, eyes drifting to the tape plastered across your face, noting the subtle lines of drool beginning to slip from under it and down your chin.

Your chest heaved as you inhaled a sharp breath through your nose, choking on a sob that dwindled into a whimper for mercy.

For his mercy.

His pity.

Anyway you could get it, use it, and beg for it.

Your desperation.

You wanted him to see it written across your face and in every painful sound you made.

But Chris looked right past it, heard none, and continued leering you into his web of little white lies.

“Then you understand why I’m doing this to you? Why I have to keep you safe like this? Why you have to stay and do as I say?..”

You don’t move. You are not giving him a nod or a flutter of your lashes that’ll resonate in agreement.

Because you disagree.

You’re helpless, scared, and condemned.

But your pride and need for survival hang on by a thread, so you refuse to feed into him more than you have to.

You defy him.

Chris waits. He waits for a moment to see if you’ll give an inch to his established mile, and when you don’t show any sign of doing so, he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“So….that’s how you’re going to be…” he sighs, frowns present as he loosens the hand gripping your hair to trail it down to the nape of your neck. You jolt at the feeling of his large and rough hand meeting your bare skin, applying pressure right below the crown of your head as he holds you still.

“I bet this is hurting you, huh?” Chris hums, a genuine flicker of sympathy flashing across his face as he lifts his free hand to trace over the duct tape plastered across yours. “Why don’t I help you, hm? Get this off your pretty mouth and let you answer me…”

Your eyes widen, and your head tosses in his hold the second his pointer and thumb grasp a corner of the tape and pull it from your skin.

Chris rips the sticky plastic from your face as if it were a simple bandage over a healed wound, and you cringe hard at the ruthless action. A half-formed scream, tears from your still stuffed mouth turning into frantic cries as he forces you to stay still through the searing pain.

“Feels better, doesn’t it?” He comments passively, pulling the wad of cloth between your aching lips and tossing it onto the bed with the discarded tape.

You cough, your throat is burning, and your jaw is hurting as you try to grit your teeth and speak to him, but your voice is inaudible.

Stripped away from all the pointless screaming and crying you’d done for god knows how long.

He smiles at your attempt to curse and yell at him, his head shaking mockingly as he passes a thumb over your trembling lips. “Shh shhh shhh…just listen to me, sweetheart,” he coos, and you groan in defeat as he repeats his earlier question.

“You understand why I’m doing this to you, right? That it’s not safe for you out there. Not without me there to help you…say you understand, and I’ll take away the pain you’re feeling right now.”

You stare at him, failing to maintain a glare from the strain your mind and body is in.

It would help your sanity if you said no.

Shake your head and build up the courage and will to fight him with all you have, but numbness drags you into a state of complicit survival.

A need to appease him and hopefully garner some relief from your physical exhaustion.

Your lips part but then snap shut when a sharp ache flares in your jaw.

Chris’s face softens completely when he sees the minuscule instance of pain you’re in. “You don’t have to talk if it hurts. Nod for me instead….just like that,” he soothes you in a hushed tone, smiling as you obediently nod your head.

“Atta’ girl…” he praises, a smile slowly forming again as you whine quietly, shutting your eyes tight, letting the few tears you have left pour down your reddened cheeks.

You can’t speak, and you have no freedom to move or motivation to call for help.

And part of you doesn't want to anymore.

Part of you sees no point in doing so.

What’s the point in fighting him when you can barely speak or move a muscle without strain.

Without feeding into his demented perception of your need for him.

It’s odd—feeling defeated but strangely aware of the caring nature of a man who's forced you into such a miserable state.

Chris breathes a sigh of relief, nose nudging against yours as he hums lowly while breathing you in.

Breathing in your desperation.

Your dependence.

Your fear.

Your innocence.

He takes everything you have to offer him, his mind racing with ways to use it against you…

To help you, his newly shattered doll, piece yourself together again.

The correct way.

His way.

a/n: This’ll be a 4 pt series and my prime event for the spooky season. Btw…fiction is fiction and this fic has pretty extensive and extreme themes in it so please don’t continue to read it if any of the plot/context makes you uncomfortable. I don’t tend to hold back on darker themed fics and this one won’t be any different so please keep that in mind.

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it's been a decade but i'm still not over the insanity that is the movie Jupiter Ascending

spoilers ahead, but this movie was slammed when it was released. sitting pretty at a 27%/38% on rotten tomatoes, it was critiqued on essentially every single aspect by a large majority of viewers. almost everyone hated it. almost.

i can't speak for what the the wachowskis actually intended, but this movie is a homage to every 12 year old dreamer writing acidentally self insert stories with unrestrained enthusiasm.

the main character played by Mila Kunis is named Jupiter. no literally. Jupiter Jones.

movie opens with Jupiter living an uneventful, monotonous life. there's a montage of her waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, waking up early, going to work as a house cleaner, repeat.

within 20 minutes of runtime she is about to be murdered by aliens but is saved bridal carry style by channing tatum rolling in on hover skates. yes exactly what you're picturing. he also has a laser gun that barks when he shoots it. no im not kidding.

channing tatum is a wolf man hybrid. his name is Caine Wise. yes, "dog man", exactly, his name is literally Dog Man. he has pointy ears. "bred for the military but that didn't work out for me". after he saves Jupiter, she is unconscious and wakes up with a gun next to her bc Caine "thought it would make her feel better". he is Guarded and Rough yet Kind and Gentle.

it is later in the movie revealed he used to have wings, pretty feather angel-wings looking wings, but they were ripped off because he broke the rules. he has scars on his back. it's all very man pain. the movie makes a poorly masked point of talking about how he's a wolf man without a pack while the camera is pointed at Jupiter.

Jupiter spends most of the movie alternating between fainting, being kidnapped and holding her own against people wanting to kill her. you know, she's Powerful and Cool and Kickass but also has hunky yet sensitive men saving her. at one point a man who planned to murder Jupiter insults her and Caine, pointing a gun at the guy, asks Jupiter "may i kill him" through his teeth but she says no so he doesn't. (she has a guard dog she literally has a guard dog im-).

she has several wardrob changes and she's either dressed in flannels, snassy space movie outfits or the most beautiful dresses you could imagine.

another character is Stinger Apini played by Sean Bean. he's a human honey bee hybrid. im still not joking. he gets little gold hexagon in his eyes sometimes. he uses "beeswax" as a swear.

while Caine and Stinger have a little "you betrayed me last time we saw each other" fight, a bunch of Stinger's bees start swarming Jupiter, following her movements like some kind of avatar water bending powers. this means she's royalty. because "bee's are genetically designed to recognize royalty" (sean bean says this with a completely straight face for which he deserves an award). Jupiter is space royalty. queen, to be exact. she's queen of a bunch of planets, including earth.

Jupiter Jones, normal human girl from a boring, monotonous life, is Queen of Earth.

she's one of the most important people in the universe and has a hot wolf man saving her at every turn. this movie was written for every little sensitive, creative child inside the heart of a adult clinging to their imagination and dreams.

the movie has about eight bad guys but oscar-winner and acclaimed actor eddie redmayne plays the top bad guy. eddie did this movie coming off the backs of Les Misérables and The Theory of Everything. i can only assume the casting director knew about a murder he’s committed and blackmailed him into doing this movie.

eddie's character name is Balem Abrasax (a fine, 'character name generator'-name) and he either whispers or blows out the speakers.

one hour into the movie it takes a break and does a 'space bureaucracy is like the DMV'-bit as Jupiter, with the help of a robot named Intergalactic Advocate Bob, tries to claim her title as queen. there's a montage where they are sent around to get documents so they can get other documents so they can get other documents only they can't get those documents before submitting the first document and-

jupiter gets a cool glowing tattoo on her wrist and then the movie jumps back into space opera and she's kidnapped and saved a few more times.

jupiter tries so hard to seduce Caine but he resist bc He's Broken and Dangerous and Does Not Deserve Her. the third act kicks off with Jupiter (the person) inside Jupiter (the planet) with Balem who will most certinly hurt her, so Stinger give Caine a pep talk about how much he loves Jupiter and he has to go save her.

mind, they've known each other for about two days and Jupiter has been kidnapped three times so they've only spent about half of that time together. but it's TRUE LOVE goddamnit. Caine looks like he's about to cry when Stinger tells him to go after the girl. then he sets his jaw very masculinely and proceed to fly a little spacecraft though the storm clouds dodging lightning

they kiss during the last fight, defeat the last bad guy and then movie cut to later. now Jupiter is waking up early and happily go about cleaning houses, only she pauses to look at the glowing tattoo on her wrist proving she owns Earth and after work she goes on a date with her wolf man boyfriend who got his wings back so now she uses the hover boots and they go flying together. the end.

movie has so many stupid little quips and bits and funny quotes. the amount of fanfic tropes used would kill you if you did a take a shot-game. it's so silly. so so silly. it's stupid and the pacing is atrocious and the dialouge is so campy it hurts sometimes and the action scenes are a mess of visual effects than nearly give you motion sickness and they are about ten minutes each which is nine minutes to long and i love this movie with all my heart.

it's the most comfort movie to ever comfort. it's little younger me sitting up at night dreaming up insane stories. it's younger me pretending to hoverboard alongside the car on long drives. it's wanting to feel special and loved and go on cool adventures. it's endless imagination wrapped up in a stupid little story with stupid little characters with stupid little names written with pure love for the child inside every creative person.

i will die defending this movie. go watch it

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Next to You

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN!Reader/ Spider-Punk x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Author's Note: I am not sorry @the-kr8tor , @yumeaoka-chan , @pleaktale. And @rexlroze , YOU have specifically kickstarted the Loser!Hobie rabbit hole, and I have now got myself into loving these losers lmao. I'd like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading for me and helping me out with this piece! Also, this piece contains some spoilers for Arcane Season 2, so don't read it if you don't want to be spoiled!

Tags: Lovestruck!Hobie, Loser!R, Nerd!R, Fluff, Spoilers for Arcane Season 2, Some Explicit Language

Hobie knew what he signed up for when he asked you out.

Despite your typically quiet personality, he knew you were passionate at heart. He knew that when he jumped through the portal to your universe and landed on your bed, only to see you bawling your eyes out over an animated show before you screamed bloody murder from his sudden arrival and fell down on the floor. He knew that when he looked around your room and saw all the posters of different shows and artists covering your walls, all your favorite books and figurines lined up on your shelves, the sketchbooks filled with all of your favorite characters in your specific art style. He knew that when his eyes landed on your pajama bottoms with some cute bison-like mascot from a show he overheard you talk about with Miles at the Spider Society. 

Even if you were scrambling off the floor, too flustered to make any coherent words to him while struggling to pause your show, he knew he liked this new side of you he discovered. And he especially knew he he was smitten with you the moment he asked you about the show you were watching, watching your eyes instantly light up before you drag him onto the bed and restart the show for him, obliviously nestling against his side while you eagerly ran your mouth about the premise of the show.

Yeah, he knew what he signed up for when he asked you out after binging the whole series with you.

Which was why he was prepared for you bawling your eyes out and smearing clear snot on his shirt while he cradled you in his arms. He gently shushed you while the end credits quietly ran in the background, running his long nimble fingers through your hair before pressing his lips against the top of your head.

“ ’s okay, lovie,” he whispered against your skin as he peppered more tender kisses, “I know, I know…”

Hiccups and sobs wracked up your body as you buried your face into his chest, your voice muffled into the cotton fabric. “It’s– It’s not fair! They were– they were together again! The writers couldn’t even let them be together for one full day?!”

Hobie quietly pulled the fluffy duvet from the end of your bed over the two of you, wrapping you into a tight embrace within the blanket and in his arms. “I know, darling, I know…”

“It’s just– it hurts so much! The fact that Isha was the one who did that, and it just paralleled with–”

“Yes, I know, luv–”

“Like, they didn’t have make Isha’s last moments an alternate version of Powder’s attempt in Season One where Powder’s plan worked–”

“I know, sweetheart–”

“And the pastel colors during the memory sequence for Isha– fuck– she basically remembers the Undercity as this bright and fun place because of Jinx, and not only did Jinx and Vi had to relive the trauma of losing Vander through Warwick again, but Jinx had to basically watch her baby sister, her inner child, and a version of herself sacrifice herself in front of her eyes…”

A hiccup wracked up your body again before fresh tears flooded your red-rimmed eyes, and Hobie wrapped his arms tighter around you while you sobbed into his chest again. “Fuck– I can’t– I don’t think I’m gonna last for the next three episodes–”

Hobie shushed you gently again while brushing his lips along your hairline, his fingers gently scratching your scalp while his other hand reached out for the cup of water he set to the side before you played the new episode. “C’mon, sit up for me, lovie,” he whispered against your forehead before carefully shifting the both of you up against the headboard. “Don’ wan’cha ta turn int’a raisin on me…”

You could only nod with a sniffle in response, blinking away the bleary tears in your eyes and snorting the clear mucus back up your red nose, before you sat up and grabbed the plastic cup from him. The moment you took a sip, the cool water instantly flooded and alleviated your raw throat, and you slowly drained the cup until it turned up empty.

A small smile curled up on Hobie’s lips as he gingerly grabbed the cup from your hands and set it back onto your nightstand. Without another thought Hobie then grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off, goosebumps instantly pricking his skin as the cold air hit it, before gently pushing the shirt against your nose.

“Blow.”

You instantly obliged and blew your nose into his shirt, and he carefully pinched your nose and rubbed the snot off before tossing it across the room and on top of the pile of your dirty laundry in your hamper.

“Kobe.”

“Still don’ know who tha’ bloke is, but sure, lovie.”

A shaky chortle slipped through your lips before Hobie pulled you back into his arms and wrapped the blanket over you two again.

“Y’know, you could've gotten up to get a napkin instead of using your shirt–”

“It is too bloody cold to get out of this bed,” Hobie snickered while tucking your head underneath his chin. “Plus my shirt was already your personal snot rag, so it didn’t make a difference.”

You rolled your eyes with a sniffle before you nuzzled against his chest, and he in turn pressed his lips against your forehead again with a slight smirk. Your television gently illuminated the both of you in the dark, and you glanced up to see the blue light glinting from his piercings and his warm, dark eyes. His face softened at the sight of you, with splotchy skin and red-rimmed eyes, and he couldn't help but find you adorable in that moment. His arms pulled away in lieu of cupping your cheeks with his hands, and he gently tilted your head up to brush his lips against yours in a brief, comforting kiss. Your lips reluctantly parted from each other, with you trying to chase his lips to steal another one in vain, before he wrapped his arms around you in another tight embrace.

“...was this season as good as you hoped it would be, lovie?”

“God, yes, it’s so fucking good.”

Hobie huffed out a small chuckle while you tangled his lanky legs with yours. “Like, I can’t wait for Act Three to come out in a few days, but I also know it’s going to hurt so much watching those last episodes and have to watch the conclusion of it…”

Hobie nodded along with a tender smile as he gazed back down, his chest warming up as you started your cute little rant again. One of his hands trailed up your back and lingered on the back of your neck, gently massaging it while you continued talking.

“Like, I know there is going to be a clusterfuck of emotional damage for me at the end of this season. We still gotta see Ekko and Heimerdinger, we gotta see what’s gonna happen next for Jinx, Vi and Caitlyn, and we also have to deal with Jayce and Viktor– oh my god, that fucking scene of Jayce aiming that fucking cannon at Viktor–”

Hobie’s smile grew softer the more he listened to you, your voice still slightly raw and hoarse from the prolonged crying and your eyes glinted with the same eager light he saw that fateful day months ago, and his chest warms up just the same, his heart just as smitten with you as before.

You instantly stopped talking the moment a weight pressed down against the top of your head, and you pushed your head up to see Hobie’s eyes closed and his lips parted with shallow breaths. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the sleeping man huddled against you, his demeanor relaxed and languid as his lips curled up into a small, boyish smile, before you carefully pulled the blanket over him and pressed a gentle peck against his lips and nestled against him to join him in his slumber.

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Sunshine's Guide To Murder│Lee Minho

Chapter Thirty Nine: Epilogue SS: 20 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 5.1K Content Warnings: None?

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The bridal suite is a flurry of activity, tension, and champagne bubbles. Hayun sits in front of a gilded mirror, her reflection both stunning and slightly overwhelmed. Her wedding dress clings to her form perfectly, white silk, sparkling with intricate embellishments. The cape-like sleeves cascade gracefully over her arms, hiding the faint scars from years ago. Her floor-length skirt swishes softly as she shifts in her seat.

Felix stands behind her, meticulously curling a strand of her hair. "Hold still," he scolds gently, wielding a curling iron like a weapon of precision. "If you keep fidgeting, you're going to look like you rolled out of bed five minutes before walking down the aisle."

"I feel like I'm about to roll out of my skin," Hayun mutters, downing a glass of champagne in one gulp. "Jisung, for the love of God, stop pacing. You're making me more anxious."

Jisung freezes mid-step, holding a crumpled piece of paper. His suit is slightly askew, his tie still undone. "Sorry, sorry," he says, though he doesn't stop entirely. Instead, he resumes his pacing in the opposite direction. "I just want to make sure the speech is perfect. You're trusting me to represent, your 'tragic yet charming rise to love.' No pressure or anything."

Hayun groans and holds out her glass. "More champagne."

Felix tuts, swiping the glass from her hand. "No more. You'll be tipsy before you say 'I do.'"

"Good. I'll be too drunk to bolt." She tosses a glare at Jisung. "Unless Jisung keeps pacing. In that case, Felix, grab my passport."

Jisung smirks but grabs a bottle from the counter. "We could be at Incheon in thirty minutes. I'm talking first-class tickets to Italy. Maybe Germany. The Alps are nice this time of year."

"Jisung," Felix snaps, tugging on Hayun's hair lightly to get her attention back. "You're making her worse."

Hayun sighs dramatically. "Get me Chan. I don't care if he's Minho's best man. I'm going to need him to intervene before I relapse. Six years clean and you two are driving me straight back into bad decisions."

Jeongin pokes his head in from the adjoining door, a stack of polaroids in his hand. "I'll fetch him. I was going to bring Minho another picture anyway. Gotta remind him what he's marrying before he combusts." He winks at Hayun before disappearing.

"Jeongin's such a supportive boyfriend," Felix says pointedly, shooting Jisung a look. "He's over there running errands. Meanwhile, your boyfriend is tossing flower petals."

Jisung snorts. "It's Hyunjin. What did you expect? The man lives to make an entrance. Besides, your muscleman boyfriend is carrying the rings. Changbin's going to be the most shredded ringbearer in history."

Felix beams. "Damn right."

Hayun groans into her hands. "Oh my God. Somebody get me oxy."

Without missing a beat, Jisung flicks her ear. "You'll survive. No drugs for you, tiny bride."

Hayun glares at him half-heartedly, but before she can retaliate, Chan steps into the room. His tie is immaculate, his hair styled just enough to look effortless. "You rang?"

Hayun turns to him, eyes wide. "Get me drugs."

"Absolutely not," Chan replies easily. "But I can get you more champagne."

"Bless you," Hayun says, holding out her glass like a chalice.

As Chan pours, he glances at her. "You're doing great, by the way. You're glowing."

Hayun snorts. "I'm sweating."

"That's close enough," Chan deadpans, handing her the refilled glass.

She sips it quickly. "Is Minho freaking out?"

Chan grins. "Oh, he's fine. Those polaroids are keeping him occupied."

"Good, good," she mutters, draining her glass again.

Felix rolls his eyes and sets down the curling iron. "There. You're perfect."

"Perfectly panicked," Hayun quips, but she smiles at Felix through the mirror. "Thanks, Lix."

"You'll be fine," Jisung says, trying to smooth his tie. "I'm the one who has to make everyone laugh and cry in the right places."

Chan leans against the vanity, watching Hayun with a fond expression. "Seriously, though. Minho's fine. He's been talking about this day for years, you know. He's not going anywhere."

"Neither am I," Hayun says softly, glancing at her reflection. She touches the scar on her forehead briefly, then smooths her dress. "Not anymore."

Chan reaches over and squeezes her hand. "You're going to be amazing."

Jeongin bursts back into the room, slightly out of breath. "Mission accomplished. Minho's still coherent, but Hyunjin's hogging the mirror and practicing his flower boy routine."

Felix groans. "Of course he is."

Hayun laughs, the sound shaky but genuine. "God help us all."

Chan raises his glass. "To the bride: tragically charming, beautifully chaotic, and absolutely unforgettable."

Hayun clinks her glass against his, her nerves easing just a little. "To surviving this day without bolting to Italy."

"Cheers to that," Jisung says, raising an imaginary glass.

The room bursts into laughter, the tension breaking just enough for Hayun to finally exhale.

The snow falls gently outside the frosted windows of the quaint, candlelit chapel. Inside, the atmosphere buzzes with warmth and anticipation, a stark contrast to the icy December air. Rows of guests sit in pews decorated with sage green ribbons and white roses, whispering excitedly about the unique wedding party roles.

Minho stands at the altar in a perfectly tailored sage green suit, the white boutonniere pinned to his lapel adding a touch of elegance. Chan is at his side, his best man, grinning from ear to ear. Minho adjusts his cuffs, fidgeting as he tries not to let his nerves show.

"Relax, man," Chan whispers, elbowing him lightly. "You're marrying Hayun. She's not gonna bail now."

Minho huffs out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but still, what if I mess this up somehow?"

Chan smirks. "You've survived warehouse kidnappings, courtrooms, and Jisung's drunken karaoke nights. This'll be a breeze."

At the back of the chapel, Hayun takes a deep breath. Her strapless white gown, simple yet breathtaking, flows down to the floor like fresh snow. Jeongin and Felix stand on either side of her, adjusting their sage green suits as they beam at her with pride. Jisung, her man of honour, steps in front of her, holding her bouquet of white lilies and sage greenery.

"You ready, Yunnie?" Jisung asks, his voice unusually soft as he searches her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

Hayun nods, a nervous but radiant smile spreading across her face. "Yeah. Let's do this."

Jeongin grins and offers her his arm. "Let's show Minho how lucky he is."

The instrumental music fades as the doors open, and the guests collectively gasp, turning to see the wedding party begin their procession. Changbin steps out first, striding confidently down the aisle, holding a tiny sage green pillow with the rings secured by white satin ribbons. He gives a mock-serious nod to the crowd, eliciting chuckles, before taking his place at the altar.

Next is Hyunjin who emerges with a basket in one hand and a spring in his step. As the opening beats of "WAP" blare through the speakers, the guests burst into laughter. With a dramatic twirl, Hyunjin scatters handfuls of petals, flinging them with exaggerated flair. His sage green suit jacket flares out as he spins, and he pauses mid-aisle for a wink at the crowd before dramatically dropping another fistful of petals.

"Is this really happening?" Minho mutters to Chan, his hand covering his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Absolutely," Chan replies, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "It's Hyunjin. Of course it's happening."

Hyunjin continues his march down the aisle, tossing flowers over people's heads and into the air. He executes a perfect hair flip before dropping to one knee and blowing a kiss to Minho, who shakes his head in amused disbelief.

"I can't believe you let him be the flower boy," Jisung mutters to Hayun as they prepare to step into the aisle.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Hayun says, giggling as Hyunjin tosses petals over the front row like he's performing in an avant-garde art show.

"Alright, it's go time," Felix whispers, nodding at Jisung and Jeongin.

Hayun grips her bouquet tighter, her heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement as Hyunjin finally reaches the altar, dramatically dusting off his hands like he's completed a grand performance. The guests applaud, and Minho shakes his head, laughing under his breath as Hyunjin takes his place at the side.

As Turning Page begins to play, the garden erupts into a hush. The air is thick with anticipation as Hayun steps into view, escorted by Jisung. Minho stands at the altar, his sage green suit fitting him like a dream, his hands clasped nervously in front of him. Chan nudges him gently, and Minho turns.

The moment he sees Hayun, Minho's face transforms. His usual cocky grin melts into something softer, more vulnerable. His eyes shine with unshed tears as he takes in her breathtaking silhouette. Hayun's white silk gown gleams under the afternoon sun. The sweetheart neckline flows seamlessly into an embellished illusion bodice, the delicate fabric twinkling like stars. Her cape-like sleeves ripple gently in the breeze, giving her the look of an otherworldly goddess. The pleated skirt of her dress swishes with each step, adding to the grace of her approach.

"Fuck," Minho whispers under his breath, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he watches her, utterly entranced. "She's perfect."

Jisung, wearing a matching sage green suit, walks beside Hayun with an air of pride and mischief. He leans toward her, whispering, "If you trip, I'm blaming Felix for the heels."

Hayun lets out a soft laugh, her nerves fading slightly. "Not today, Ji. I'll be graceful for once in my life."

As they approach, the security detail stationed discreetly around the venue keeps watch for any press trying to crash the event. After all, this wedding is a spectacle. Minho is now a global acting sensation, and Hayun's podcast with Felix and Jisung is a worldwide phenomenon. Add in 2RACHA's Chan and Changbin, Hyunjin's modelling and dancing fame, Seungmin's impressive legal career, and Jeongin's impeccable editing and modelling reputation, and it's no wonder the event is the talk of the town.

Jisung steps forward, placing Hayun's hand in Minho's. "You better not fuck this up, Lee Minho," he jokes, but his voice cracks slightly with emotion.

Minho grins at him, squeezing Hayun's hand. "I wouldn't dare."

Felix winks at Hayun. "You're welcome for the curls, by the way."

Hayun giggles softly as Minho lifts her veil. He leans in slightly and murmurs, "Did Felix really give you Marilyn Monroe curls?"

"Of course," Hayun replies, her smile radiant. "I needed to look iconic."

"You already do," Minho whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

Seungmin clears his throat dramatically, standing in front of the couple with a smug grin. "Loved ones, esteemed guests, and the press hiding in the bushes, welcome to the wedding of two of the hottest people in Korea. Possibly the world."

Hayun shakes her head fondly, and Minho chuckles, muttering, "Trust Seungmin to start a wedding like that."

"They were too lazy to write their own vows," Seungmin continues with a teasing tone, "so they've entrusted me to handle this very sacred part of the ceremony. And by entrusted, I mean they gave me free rein. You're welcome."

Minho raises an eyebrow at Hayun, who shrugs playfully. "You knew this would happen," she whispers.

Seungmin begins, his voice deliberately solemn. "Repeat after me. I, Lee Minho, promise to love and cherish Jang Hayun."

Minho, smirking, repeats, "I, Lee Minho, promise to love and cherish Jang Hayun."

Seungmin nods approvingly before adding, "And I promise to eat her out at least four times a week."

The crowd erupts into laughter, Felix nearly doubling over as he clutches Jisung for support. Minho doesn't miss a beat. "And I promise to eat her out at least four times a week," he says with a devilish grin, earning a mock glare from Hayun.

"Your turn, Hayun," Seungmin says, his smirk growing. "Repeat after me. I, Jang Hayun, promise to love and cherish Lee Minho."

Hayun rolls her eyes but repeats dutifully, "I, Jang Hayun, promise to love and cherish Lee Minho."

"And I promise to give him head twice a week," Seungmin adds with a completely straight face.

Hayun groans, "Seungmin, I swear-"

"Repeat it," Seungmin insists, grinning wickedly.

Hayun sighs dramatically before saying, "And I promise to give him head twice a week."

Minho leans closer to her, whispering, "You can do more than twice."

"Don't push it," Hayun replies, stifling a laugh.

Seungmin continues the vows with a mixture of genuine sentiment and ridiculous humour, throwing in lines like, "I promise to never let the other eat alone," and, "I promise to always argue over who gets the last slice of pizza." Each vow is met with laughter from the crowd and the occasional exaggerated groan from the couple.

Finally, Seungmin smiles softly, his usual teasing demeanour replaced with a rare sincerity. "Now, by the power vested in me by the great country of Korea, and my impeccable skills as your officiant, I pronounce you husband and wife. Minho, you may now kiss your bride."

Minho doesn't wait a second longer. He cups Hayun's face gently, pulling her into a kiss that's equal parts tender and passionate. The crowd cheers, and Jisung shouts, "Get a room!"

Minho pulls back, grinning. "We have one, dumbass. It's called our honeymoon suite."

As the newlyweds turn to face the guests, applause erupts. Seungmin claps Minho on the back, whispering, "Congrats, man."

Hayun loops her arm through Minho's as they walk down the aisle together, smiling at their friends and family. The music swells, and the couple's happiness is infectious, radiating through the gathered crowd.

It's the perfect beginning to their forever.

The ballroom is bathed in soft, warm light, the sage green and cream colour scheme tastefully adorning every corner of the lavish reception. A string quartet plays a gentle melody as waitstaff weave between tables carrying trays of sparkling champagne. At the head table, Hayun sits, her cheeks warm from the champagne and laughter, her hand tightly interlaced with Minho's.

Minho, sharp and devastatingly handsome, watches Hayun with a soft smile that betrays just how utterly smitten he is. To his right, Chan leans into Jeongin, whose sage green tie is slightly askew. Jisung, seated beside Hyunjin, is practically vibrating with excitement as he prepares to give his speech.

The microphone screeches slightly as Jisung stands, tapping the device with an overconfident grin. "Alright, everyone, settle in. It's time for what you've all been waiting for. My speech. Or, as I like to call it, Hayun's Life: The Director's Cut."

Hayun groans, already knowing this won't end well. "Ji, please don't."

Jisung waves her off. "Relax. It's all love. Mostly."

The room chuckles as Jisung clears his throat dramatically. "I've known Hayun since I was five and she was four, and let me tell you, the journey has been colourful. But today, I'm here to share the stories you won't find anywhere else."

Minho leans in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "This is gonna be good."

"Let's start with a classic," Jisung says, his grin widening. "Picture this: eighteen-year-old Hayun deciding shower sex is a great idea. Spoiler alert: it was not. Because this idiot broke her ankle mid-action."

The room erupts in laughter as Hayun buries her face in her hands. "Ji, I swear to God-"

"No, no, let me finish!" Jisung interrupts, holding up a hand. "So, being the amazing best friend I am, I Uber her to the hospital. She's in a robe because her clothes were compromised, let's say."

Hyunjin whistles. "Compromised, huh?"

"And the poor Uber driver? Traumatized for life," Jisung continues, his own laughter making his words slightly breathless. "You're welcome for the five-star rating, by the way."

The table shakes with the force of Minho's laughter, and even Changbin is wiping tears from his eyes. Felix pats Hayun's shoulder sympathetically while hiding his own grin.

"Next story," Jisung declares, his tone shifting to one of mock seriousness. "This one is more wholesome. Thirteen-year-old Hayun leaked through her pants at school. Classic period drama. But don't worry, I saved the day. I bought tampons, and women's underwear, and tied my hoodie around her waist like the hero I am."

Jeongin claps dramatically. "You deserve a medal for that one."

"Thank you, thank you," Jisung says, bowing slightly. "I do accept cash or bank transfer."

Hayun, despite her embarrassment, can't stop smiling. "You were my hero that day. Even if you did turn green when buying tampons."

"Hey, I was thirteen!" Jisung defends himself. "Now I can buy tampons without breaking a sweat. Growth."

The crowd laughs again, and Jisung takes a long sip of champagne before continuing. "Now, the story of how Hayun helped me realize I was more into men than women. We were sixteen, super stoned, and decided, 'Hey, why not?' Bad idea. I had to picture Patrick Dempsey to get through it."

The room bursts into laughter, Hyunjin the loudest as he smirks at Jisung. "Patrick Dempsey, huh? My competition."

"You could never compete," Jisung teases, winking. "Anyway, that's the day I realized I was a proud bisexual, so thanks for that, Yunnie."

"You're welcome?" Hayun says, unsure whether to laugh or groan.

"But my strongest soldier moment," Jisung says, "was when Hayun got her IUD. Eighteen-year-old me, thinking I could handle anything, walks into the room and sees how a speculum works. I peeked. I fainted. Only for like five seconds, but still."

Felix cackles, almost spilling his drink. "You fainted?"

"Have you seen what those things do?" Jisung shoots back. "Her vagina looked like it was in a medieval torture device."

Hayun facepalms as the laughter ripples through the crowd. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you still love me," Jisung retorts, raising his glass in a toast. "But in all seriousness, Hayun, you've been my best friend through everything. From scraped knees to broken hearts, from bad decisions to the best ones, like marrying Minho. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

Hayun's eyes glisten with tears as the room applauds. Minho raises his own glass. "To Jisung: the greatest storyteller and Hayun's most loyal soldier."

"To Jisung!" the room echoes, raising their glasses high.

As the toasts subside and the music swells again, Hayun leans into Minho, who presses a kiss to her temple. "You really are lucky to have him," Minho murmurs.

"I know," Hayun says, her voice soft but full of love. "And I'm lucky to have you, too."

Minho smiles, pulling her closer. "Forever, princess. Forever."

Chan adjusts his tie, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, everyone, settle down. It's time for the best man's speech, or, as I like to call it, An Expose of Lee Minho: Wedding Edition."

The crowd laughs, and Minho leans back in his chair, already resigned. Hayun nudges him with her elbow, a grin tugging at her lips.

"So, let me take you all back to eighteen-year-old Minho," Chan begins, pacing slightly for dramatic effect. "Fresh into Seoul National University. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and, let's be honest, horny as hell. Many of our friends, including the lovely bride know this story but it has to be told"

Laughter erupts, and Minho groans, hiding his face in his hands. "You're already starting with this?"

Chan grins. "Oh, it gets better. Minho had a little fling with a girl who shall remain nameless for her dignity, and during one of their escapades, specifically during the prep for anal, the girl farted."

The entire room bursts into laughter. Hayun is slumped over, her shoulders shaking as she howls into her napkin. Minho is groaning loudly, trying to shush Chan, but the damage is already done.

"And two weeks later," Chan continues, ignoring Minho's protests, "Minho came to me and said, 'I can't get hard around her anymore, man.'"

Hyunjin nearly falls out of his chair, cackling, while Jisung and Changbin are doubled over, pounding the table. Felix and Jeongin are crying from laughter. Hayun is now leaning against Minho, tears streaming down her face as she gasps for breath.

Minho shakes his head, muttering, "You're ruining my wedding."

Chan smirks. "Oh, I'm just getting started. Fast forward a year later, Minho is seeing someone new, and things are getting, let's say, 'adventurous.' One day, he shows up at my dorm looking like he's in actual pain. I ask him what's wrong, and he says, and I quote, 'I think I broke my dick.'"

The laughter crescendos. Minho is groaning again, his ears visibly red as he shakes his head. "You're dead to me, Bang Chan."

Chan holds up a hand. "No, no, hear me out! So I ask him what happened, and apparently, the girl rode him too hard, and now his dick hurts. So, being the good friend I am, I take him to the hospital. The doctor takes one look at him and says, 'Ah, minor penile fracture.' Minho was mortified."

Hayun is nearly falling out of her chair, clutching Minho's arm for stability. Minho, who's holding her up, glares at Chan through his embarrassment. "This is defamation."

"Oh, it's all true," Chan says smoothly, flipping through a few note cards for dramatic effect. "But wait, there's more! Let's talk about the time Minho tried to be spontaneous. He and another girl decided to try having sex in her car-"

"Chan!" Minho shouts, his voice tinged with exasperation, but the room is too busy roaring with laughter to care.

Chan grins wider. "Midway through, the car alarm goes off. Turns out, she accidentally hit the panic button on her keys. Minho, ever the charmer, panicked, grabbed his pants, and bolted out of the car. Left the poor girl there to deal with it alone."

Hayun is laughing so hard that she can barely breathe, tears streaming down her cheeks. Minho leans into her, shaking his head. "Why did I let him do this?"

Hayun gasps between laughs. "You should've picked Changbin!"

Chan's grin is practically splitting his face now. "And let's not forget the infamous shower incident. Minho slips while trying to look sexy, ends up banging his head on the tile, and the girl had to drag him out of the tub half-conscious. Truly a Casanova."

The room is in complete chaos now, everyone laughing uncontrollably. Hyunjin is wiping tears from his eyes, Jisung is practically on the floor, and even Felix and Jeongin are holding onto each other to stay upright.

Minho buries his face in Hayun's shoulder. "I hate you all."

Hayun pats his arm consolingly, though she's still giggling. "I love you, but this is the best day of my life."

Chan raises his glass. "All jokes aside, Minho, you're one of my best friends, and I've watched you grow into someone who truly deserves the happiness sitting beside you. Hayun, you're a saint for putting up with him, and I mean that sincerely. To Minho and Hayun!"

The room erupts in cheers, everyone raising their glasses to toast. Minho sighs, lifting his glass reluctantly, but there's a small smile on his face as he glances at Hayun, who's still grinning ear to ear.

As the clinking of glasses fills the room, Chan leans into the mic one last time. "And Minho, may your future be fart-free."

The roar of laughter is deafening, and Minho can only laugh along, knowing he's never going to live any of this down.

The lights dim, casting a warm glow over the dance floor as the opening notes of Stand By Me by Florence and The Machine fill the air. Minho extends his hand toward Hayun, his gaze steady and full of quiet affection. The chatter of their friends and family falls away as she places her hand in his, allowing him to lead her into the centre of the room.

The crowd parts like a sea, leaving only the two of them in the middle, their breaths mingling as they take position. Jisung and Felix are already sniffling loudly from their table, clutching tissues like lifelines. Felix's soft sobs are drowned by Jisung's theatrical sniffles.

"You've got this," Minho whispers to Hayun, his voice low and soothing.

Hayun smiles nervously but nods, pressing her left hand to his. Their fingers don't lace together, instead, their palms meet, creating an unbroken line of contact as they slowly walk in a circle, never breaking eye contact. Minho's gaze is warm, grounding, and Hayun feels herself relax despite the dozens of eyes watching.

When the chorus begins, Minho spins her effortlessly, her back pressing against his chest. His arms encircle her waist as they sway gently, moving in time with the music. The world narrows until it's just them, the rhythm of the song guiding their steps.

Jisung wails audibly, blowing his nose with the force of a trumpet. "They're so fucking beautiful," he chokes out, clutching Felix's arm like a lifeline.

"Shut up, Ji," Felix mumbles, but his own voice is thick with tears as he dabs at his eyes with a napkin. "You're gonna make me ugly cry!"

On the dance floor, Hayun leans back slightly into Minho's chest, her head tilting so her cheek brushes his jaw. "They're loud," she murmurs, amusement flickering in her voice.

Minho chuckles softly, his breath warm against her temple. "Ignore them. It's just you and me, Princess."

He spins her again, their movements fluid and natural, as though they've been dancing together forever. The room seems to pulse with the song's gentle beats, and even the most boisterous guests are subdued, watching in awe.

Hyunjin, sitting next to Jisung, leans toward Changbin and whispers, "I swear, if Jisung doesn't shut up, I'm going to throttle him."

"Good luck," Changbin replies dryly, sipping his drink. "He's on a roll."

Jisung sniffles again, oblivious. "I mean, look at them! If love was a competition, they'd fucking win!"

Jeongin groans and kicks Jisung lightly under the table. "Shut it. You're ruining the vibe."

The song swells, and Minho lowers Hayun into a graceful dip, his hand steady on the small of her back. As she looks up at him, her eyes bright with emotion, the world feels suspended. The crowd collectively holds its breath.

"Hayun," Minho whispers, his voice just for her. "You're everything to me."

Her breath catches, but before she can respond, Minho pulls her upright again, resuming their slow, swaying rhythm. He presses his lips to her temple, a tender gesture that sends the room into a wave of soft murmurs and sighs.

"You're setting the bar too high for the rest of us," Chan calls out, grinning from his table. His voice breaks the moment, but it's followed by warm laughter.

"Shut up, Chan!" Felix shouts back through tears. "Let them have their moment!"

The song nears its end, and Minho spins Hayun one last time before pulling her close, his hands resting on her waist. They stand together in the middle of the floor as the final notes fade, their foreheads touching.

The room erupts into applause and cheers, Felix and Jisung loudest of all. Jisung is on his feet, clapping furiously as tears stream down his face. "My best friend is married!" he howls dramatically. "Minho, take care of her, or I'll kill you!"

"Same," Chan adds with a smirk, lifting his glass in a toast.

Minho grins, but his focus remains on Hayun, his voice low as he says, "Ready for forever, Princess?"

Hayun nods, her smile radiant. "Always."

Minho and Hayun walk hand in hand, their steps measured but full of a quiet excitement. The hotel doors open to a flurry of laughter, cheers, and the soft flutter of rice being thrown into the night air. Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin are lined up outside, pelting them mercilessly with handfuls of the celebratory grains.

"Do you fuckers know how hard it is to get rice out of a sports car?" Minho grumbles, though his smile betrays his irritation.

"Stop complaining, newlywed," Jisung cackles, aiming directly for Minho's perfectly styled hair. "You've got a hot wife, a hot car, and you're heading to a hot honeymoon. Let us enjoy this moment!"

Hayun laughs, her voice soft and sweet under the chaos. She looks radiant in her white mini dress, the silver stilettos adding just the right amount of sparkle to her look. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her glowing face as she waves at the group.

"You guys are so dramatic," she teases, dodging a handful of rice that Hyunjin throws with sniper-like precision.

"Hyun, you look beautiful!" Felix shouts, his grin wide and genuine. "Minho, don't fuck this up, yeah?"

Minho snorts. "As if I would. She's stuck with me now."

Changbin tosses the last of his rice into the air like confetti. "Make us proud, man. But not too proud." His eyebrows waggle suggestively, earning groans from the others.

Jisung cups his hands around his mouth as Minho opens the door to his sleek black sports car. "COME BACK PREGNANT!"

Hayun's cheeks flush, but she laughs anyway. Minho freezes mid-step, turning his head slowly toward Jisung. "If I wasn't in the middle of my goddamn wedding night, I'd throttle you."

"Promises, promises," Jisung taunts.

Minho shakes his head, muttering curses under his breath, but he doesn't look angry, just exasperated. He opens the passenger door for Hayun with a dramatic flourish, gesturing for her to sit. "Your chariot awaits, Mrs. Lee."

She beams at him, sliding into the leather seat gracefully. "Why, thank you, Mr. Lee."

Minho rounds the car, his black slacks and crisp white button-up still looking pristine despite the rice assault. He slides into the driver's seat, adjusting the rearview mirror. "You ready for our honeymoon, Princess?"

Hayun tilts her head, curious. "Are you finally going to tell me where we're going?"

Minho smirks, resting his hand on the gear shift as he glances at her. "Verona, Italy. The birthplace of tragic romance, gelato, and pasta."

Hayun's eyes widen, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasps. "Minho, you're kidding! I've always wanted to go to Verona."

"I know," he says, his smirk softening into a fond smile. "I listen, Princess."

She leans over, cupping his face as she kisses him deeply. The cheers from their friends grow louder, but the moment belongs to just the two of them. Minho pulls back first, his forehead resting against hers. "We better go before those lunatics come up with another ridiculous plan."

As if on cue, Jisung yells, "Don't forget to send postcards!"

Minho laughs, shaking his head as he starts the engine. The sleek car roars to life, its headlights cutting through the dark. "Hold on," he says, glancing at Hayun. "This is gonna be fun."

He floors it, the tires squealing as they peel out onto the street. Hayun leans back in her seat, the wind from the open windows whipping through her hair as she laughs. "I can't believe we're going to Italy."

Minho glances at her, his expression soft despite the speed. "Believe it. You deserve it."

As they drive into the night, the city lights fading into the distance, Hayun rests her hand on Minho's arm. "I love you, you know?"

Minho smirks, his eyes flicking between her and the road. "I know. And I love you, too."

And so we reach the end of Minho and Hayun's story which has been a wild ride and one of my favourite stories to write and I got to explore so many different arcs and characteristics.

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What cool WLW projects do we know are coming in 2024?

Drive-Away Dolls

Arguably the most important representation of the year comes from a movie directed by one of the Coen brothers. Ethan Coen directs this wacky comedy that is very much in style for him.

Synopsis:

This comedy caper follows Jamie, an uninhibited free spirit bemoaning yet another breakup with a girlfriend, and her demure friend Marian who desperately needs to loosen up. In search of a fresh start, the two embark on an impromptu road trip to Tallahassee, but things quickly go awry when they cross paths with a group of inept criminals along the way.

Lost Records: Bloom and Rage

A game had to be added to this list and here it is, the best one. From the creators who gave us Life is strange. Lost Records: Bloom and Rage tells the story of four friends who experience a transformative summer in 1995. After 27 years of no contact, Nora, Swann, Autumn, and Kat are reunited by fate and forced to confront the long-buried secret that made them agree to never speak again all those years ago. From the teaser alone it is obvious at least two of them dated.

Pluto

A Thai gl from GMMTV, known for its successful Thai dramas. The story is the telenovela cliche we've always wanted. Two girls in love. One gets in an accident and her twin takes her place to find out who was behind her accident, the other girl is blind. The twin has to fake being the real one so has to be in a relationship with the blind girl and of course falls in love with her. Match made in fanfic heaven.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

It was announced so long ago people are getting frustrated. However, with both a writer and a director now attached to the project, and the strikes over, we have every reason to believe we will finally get to see the hit novel, that centers the love story between two closeted Hollywood actresses, come to life. Whether you loved the novel or were indifferent and didn't see what the fuss was about, it is a very successful wlw romance and we want to see it on screen!

The Paying Guests

The director that brought us Carol adapting a book by the author of Fingersmith? Yes please!

Speaking to Indiewire, Haynes revealed he’s developing an adaptation of Sarah Waters’ 2014 novel The Paying Guests. “It’s a three-part limited series that would need to be a British production, but it’s a really great novel.” Set in post-WWI London, the drama is part lesbian love story and part murder mystery following a down-and-out widow and her daughter, the latter taking up a relationship with one of their lodgers. Waters also wrote Fingersmith, which was adapted into The Handmaiden by Park Chan-wook.

NCIS Hawaii season 3

One of our favorite pairings of last year, Kate and Lucy are the main couple of their show and they carry it well. They look good together, have progress and evolution in their relationship and have fun working together.

The Secret of Us

Thai channel CH3 is expected to hit us strong with this Thai gl. CH3 is big in Thailand so this one is a big deal. The story is the typical exes meet again trope and it's magnificent. It centers Doctor Fahlada, nicknamed Doctor Angel. She is trying to hide the pain after being abandoned by the woman she loved. But then...by chance that woman comes back into her life.

Whisper Me a Love Song

Our resident anime entry has to be Whisper me a love song. Based on a manga it is the story of Himari Kino. On the first day of entering high school, Himari Kino "falls" for her senior, Yori Asanagi, whom she watched singing with a band at the welcome party for new students. When Himari confesses her admiration to Yori, Yori misinterprets Himari's feelings as romantic love. However, before Yori realizes, she comes to fall for Himari anyway, and promises to win her affections for real.

Bad Sisters season 2

Bad Sisters is one of the best reviewed and hilarious shows on this list. Coming back for a season 2 was inevitable. Bibi, the lesbian sister, will keep entertaining us in 2024.

Station 19 season 7

One of the most enduring shows and wlw couples on TV are coming back for a season 7! That is a lot of seasons but Maya and Carina do still have that spark.

About Galaxy The Series

Part of the gl renaissance that is expected to go full force next year, this series is already hugely popular among Asian romance fans.

Synopsis:

‘About Galaxy’ is based on author Zezeho’s yuri of the same name, with a Thai title of “มูลค่าดาวล้านดวง”. The story revolves around Hong Yok, a designer who has a big scar on her face which led her to hide away from the public due to her inferiority complex. But something changed in her life when she met Note, a woman she was measuring clothes, and realized she is the same person who gave her that huge scar! However, despite the incident, she doesn’t outright despise her, and instead… feels safe. What will happen to the two women?

My Ex-Friend's Wedding

Kay Cannon ("Blockers") will direct from a script co-written by Taylor Jenkins Reid? Staring a group of friends trying to stop their friend from getting married? And one of them is queer? We're all in!

Arcane (Season 2)

It seems like forever since we first watched Arcane but we're definitely looking forward to season 2. Needs no introduction.

Dream the Series

We already have enough Asian dramas in this list but we couldn't leave out one of the most anticipated gl, Dream. The story is that of a woman that sees a girl in her dreams every night only to meet her in real life. While in real life they are friends in her dreams they do much more. She thinks her friend doesn't know about that what she doesn't know is that she also remembers everything they do in their dreams.

Harley Quinn the Animated Series season 5

Another season of our favorite criminal duo Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy? Yes please and thank you. These two, and this particular iteration of them, might be the best representation American television has ever given us.

Chaser Game W

Chaser Game W is the first gl produced by TV Tokyo so it has a historic significance for the advancement of representation for queer women in Japan. First episode airs January 8. Based on manga series "Chaser Game" written by Hiroshi Matsuyama & illustrated by Yukitaro Matsuyama

The story:

synopsis: Itsuki has been working in the "Dynamic Dream" game company for five years and is now appointed as the lead for a big Japanese-Chinese collaboration project, which she is fully motivated to work on. However, it turns out the Chinese company team is led by her ex, Fuyu, whom she one-sidedly broke up with back in university! After breaking up with Fuyu, Itsuki never dated anyone else and chose to focus on her work, all while not coming out to her family and coworkers... But when her ex-girlfriend suddenly appeared in front of her, her feelings immediately started to sway. Meanwhile, Fuyu always resented Itsuki for breaking up with her without saying why. She takes charge of the project and pushes impossible tasks onto Itsuki. While Fuyu plots her revenge, Itsuki is rekindling her unrequited love. What will the outcome be for these two opposites?

Vigil season 2

The first couple of episodes of Vigil season 2 will technically be shown in December 2023 (in the UK only) but we'll basically be able to watch it beginning 2024 and we're looking forward to it!

Several upcoming TV shows and movies have cast actors that make it obvious they'll have lesbian and bi characters but until we know whether the representation will be enough to be worth watching we're holding off on making that other, more elaborate, list.

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Can you write the reaction of skz to reader being sexually harassed (only if you are comfortable)?

BTW, I love your stories babies 😘

Hi sunshine, thank you for your request. I don't know the background and I don't need to but I'm hoping you are safe and feeling loved. <3 Also, thank you so much!!

I gave it a try, hope you like it :)

Chan.

Chan would do his best to hide his overwhelm but it would get to him eventually. He’s an empathetic man – making sure you’re taken care of (physically and mentally) are his priorities, so he would be there for you. He’d listen to you and wipe away your tears, never pressuring you to tell him more than you’re ready for. He would love you even more and admire your strength but at night when you’re lightly snoring on his chest? He’d be lying wide awake trying to understand how something like this could happen. Pondering on existential questions like why would a man do that? Why did this happen to you? How badly are you scarred from that experience and is there anything he could do to help you heal? He’d be pondering on those questions for a while, silently, trying to figure out a way to shield you from all the scum that is waiting on the outside.

Changbin.

Changbin would be cool about it – listening and consoling you, reassuring you that you are the love of his life, and nothing would ever change that. But internally he’d be cooking. He’d be filled with anger at everyone and everything, hating the world tremendously for hurting you. He’d move into the gym, working out even more to grow stronger for you. He’d accompany you to every appointment, holding your hand and providing safety for you. He’d be checking up on you constantly, getting possessive and controlling in concerning ways. He’d turn into your Siamese twin so you would never have to be in that situation again, not under his watch.

Minho.

Minho would have a lot of trouble being there for you at first because his emotions would get the best of him. He can be very vindicative, evil even and he wouldn’t hesitate to demolish the motherfucker that did this to you. Minho would even go as far as beating him to mush, you would be the one stopping him from committing murder. To him, it’s more of a thing of revenge and anguish. Minho would drop his emotional turmoil instantly when he’d see the terrified look in your glassy eyes. He’d curse himself for making you fearful, adding to the already existing anxiety you felt all the time. He’d hold you close to his heart, shielding you from everything. But ever since you told him he would analyze everyone, especially men, shooting daggers at them if they’re coming too close to you.

Hyunjin.

Hyunjin wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, in fact he would drop the topic altogether. Did he drop it from his mind though? Absolutely not. Weeks after you told him about the assault, you found various canvas filled with the darkest colors, depicting the most disturbing sceneries and patterns. Hyunjin would have nightmares ever since you told him, but he wouldn’t know how to express his feelings to you. Instead of sleeping, he’d start painting – giving the nightmares a stage, hoping to get rid of them that way. After a while, he’d start drawing lighter colors and more hopeful styles, portraying the heroic epos you had underwent. He’d be embarrassed when you’d find them; what kind of boyfriend communicates via paintings instead of words? Yet for you, that was more than enough.

Jisung.

Jisung would cry, he would literally bawl his eyes out. He would not mean to, but he couldn’t handle the torture you had to go through and are still suffering from today. He wished he was the brave boyfriend that you could rely on, instead you were the one consoling him. He’d reminded you of you shortly after it had happened – filled with anger and ambush. Why was life so unfair? Jisung would flee under the covers with you, holding your hand while calming himself down by breathing. He’d trace your knuckles with your fingers and listen to the sounds of the rain against your windows.

Felix.

Felix would give you the tightest hug known to mankind. Those kinds of hugs that make you gasp for air, so tight that you will see stars after a while. You’d feel his tears on the top of your head, even though he’d try to hide them. Felix would be eternally grateful for you sharing this with him, displaying your vulnerabilities is like a love language to him. He’d kiss you sweetly and whisper the most loving compliments into your ear. He’d be complimenting you on your strength and the way you handled things so gracefully, especially after enduring those horrors. He’d be talking to you about it like a friend would – compassionate and kind. He wouldn’t want you to hide those things or worse, feel small because of them. If any, you were even greater to him.

Seungmin.

Seungmin would laugh in your face, thinking that you’d be bullshitting him. You know how sometimes both of you take it too far? Yeah, not this time. His face would turn white from shock, eyes as big as the moon as realization hit him that you were indeed sexually assaulted. He’d be tongue-tied for the next minutes, not knowing how to react the right way. You’d see his brain ratter, thinking of ways to be there for you. Finally, he’d blurt out the truth: “I don’t know how to react to this, y/n.” You’d only ask him one question, the only one that mattered to you. “Do you think less of me? Do you think I’m disgusting?” Seungmin would body slam you on the bed, taking your head in between his hands and pledging his undying love for you. “Nothing would make me love you less, baby. Nothing.”

I.N

I.N would look at you for a while before saying anything. You couldn’t analyze the weird look in his eyes as you told him about your past though. Was it disgust? Confusion? Anger? Turns out I.N would know exactly how you felt, because he had gone through the same thing. He’d be big spooning you for hours, his chin on your shoulder as he’d listen to you recalling your experience. You’d switch positions when it would be his turn, knowing that it’d be easier admitting the shame without facing another. After both of you would be done, you’d be facing each other while holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes. “I know this sounds strange, but I somehow feel closer to you now, y/n.” Admitting your past to I.N would turn into a very peculiar bonding experience, one that would strengthen your relationship even more.

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 40 part two

(Masterpost) (Pinboard)  (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

What a Relief

After spending a few weeks in Gusu doing...stuff, our trio comes to Jinlintai for the discussion conference. Unusually for a CQL stair-climbing scene, nobody is planning to murder anyone once they get to the top.

Our crew walks up the stairs past 3 massive sculpted reliefs featuring Jin Guangyao.

First and most important, I have to point out that the sculpture version of Lan Xichen [edit: Nie Mingjue actually, whoops] is wearing a sash that looks like this:

*cough*

Meanwhile, for the picture with the sword and flames, qhanzi.com tells me that the written characters are 伏殺, fú shā; Google translate tells me this means "ambush." Specifically Fu=conceal, Sha=kill. Ballsy to have a monumental artwork on your front steps announcing that you're a backstabbing turncoat, Jin Guangyao.

Speaking of balls, Jiang Cheng jumps at the opportunity to bust some when the Lan bros arrive with Wei Wuxian in tow. He pretends not to know who Wei Wuxian is, but obviously does know something, given how bitchily he asks to be introduced. Lan Wangji continues his 13-year-long silent treatment of JC while Lan Xichen tries to figure out which bland smile he's meant to be deploying in this situation.

(more after the cut!)

They're all rescued by the appearance of Jin Guangyao 3.0, who has discarded his Nie braids and his Wen hotness in favor of Jin ostentatiousness.

He's no longer wearing the v-neck robe and topknot crown that we associate with the cultivation sects. Instead he's wearing a hat and a round-necked robe with a big embroidered design on the chest, that resembles the clothing style of a court official.

Some people see JGY's bureaucratic wardrobe as signaling that he's an unassuming administrator, someone who is not threatening to the power structure or is not ambitious. I see it more as conveying that his ambition reaches beyond the cultivation sects into the realm of dynastic/imperial politics.

Anyway, Jiang Cheng turns his ire towards his nephew, and Lan Xichen relaxes again. Possibly he is a little too relaxed, judging by how he's ogling Jiang Cheng.

I'm high as a kite, I just might stop to check you out

Party Monster

Fanfics are often accused of giving us an out-of-character (OOC) Wei Wuxian, but no fanfic Wei Wuxian is as OOC as the Wei Wuxian who attends this banquet. Normally Wei Wuxian is a mildly annoying flirt, but as soon as soon as he arrives in Koi tower he is (presumably) possessed by the spirit of Jin Guangshan, and becomes a gross sex pest.

He goes out of his way to hit on the wife of the clan leader and make googly eyes at all of the maids, whose social status doesn't allow them to be rude to him. And he does it in front of his date! What the hell, possessed Wei Wuxian.

While oblivious to Lan Wangji's jealousy, Wei Wuxian does check in with him to make sure it's ok to put on his "crazy Mo Xuanyu" act. LWJ replies with a certain amount of salt, but once Wei Wuxian makes it clear he's thinking about Lan Wangji's public face, LWJ chills out and answers him normally.

Side note: in no universe would this cute lil maid be making eyes at heavily-masked Mo Xuanyu when unmasked, radiant, filthy-rich Lan Wangji is right there to be smiled at.

Jin Guangyao greets everyone and some dancers start doing their thing; mercifully, possessed Wei Wuxian refrains from hitting on the dancers. As soon as Jin Guangyao starts to circulate through the room, Nie Huaisang has an epic nervous breakdown all over him, which is even better entertainment than the dancers.

This gives Wei Wuxian the cover he needs to slip out of the hall unnoticed. Well, as long as nobody notices Lan Wangji's obvious pining.

Fight Club

The prophecy foretells that into each generation of Jins will be born one douchebag cousin. Jin Chan is the douchebag cousin of his generation.

Jin Chan accuses "Mo Xuanyu" of being a sex pest, and Wei Wuxian suddenly understands why the plot made him act so OOC at the party. Mo Xuanyu wasn't really a sex pest; he was a regular pest, trying to get information out of Qin Su, not trying to seduce her. But he doesn't know that yet. In other adaptations Mo Xuanyu is gay, but CQL exists in a strange censorship-created realm in which gayness is pervasive but never mentioned, and therefore there is no homophobia. So nobody would care if Mo Xuanyu was gay.

When Wei Wuxian realizes what Mo Xuanyu did, he thinks "Mo Xuanyu, do you want to die?"

Nice choice of idiom, Wei Wuxian. I believe we have firmly established that yes, Mo Xuanyu absolutely did want to die.

The show is kind of vague, verbally, about whether Wei Wuxian 2.0 has a golden core. But there are a lot of moments that strongly suggest he does, at this point, have a functioning core.

This rock attack is, I hope, one of those moments, or else Jin Chan is a total pussy, getting knocked back by landscape gravel.

Next, Wei Wuxian shows Jin Ling the super-secret move known as "arm twisting," which Jin Ling, as an only child, has never encountered before.

Anyone with siblings is very familiar with this move.

Because this is The Untamed, this move should be executed with extra spinning whenever possible.

Jin Ling learns the move right away, and uses it to win the scuffle.

Avuncular

After the fight, Wei Wuxian sits with Jin Ling for a chat, and gives him the classic uncle advice "have as many fights as possible while you're young, because when you're older you'll have to be mature and get along with people."

I love Wei Wuxian so much.

For contrast, Jin Ling says that Jin Guangyao tells him not to get in fights. This makes Wei Wuxian seem like the cooler elder, but it also has a more sinister element, of Jin Guangyao holding Jin Ling back. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian grew up constantly fighting with each other--sparring as well as informal fights, presumably. And their cultivation was super strong, partly as a result of that.

Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to tell Jin Ling that he's not in love with Qin Su any more, because he's transferred his affections to someone else. Obviously Hanguang-Jun is the someone else, given that they've been inseparable for weeks. To keep Jin Ling from yelling while he explains, he clamps his hand over Jin Ling's mouth.

The thing is, in order to effectively clamp your hand over someone's mouth, there has to be something behind them--a wall, the mattress, your own torso, or something else solid. Otherwise they can just jerk their head backwards to get away from your hand. Or they can stand up and walk away, even.

Jin Ling, hilariously, does not realize this, and spends a ridiculously long time sitting still and making angry faces while Wei Wuxian rests his hand on his face.

Spy Game

Later that night, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get ready for some shenanigans.

Not the sexy kind, alas, just some paperman snooping.

Wei Wuxian, because he's facing serious danger, is feeling extra playful and cute, and he takes time to goof around with Lan Wangji before getting down to business.

In paperman form, he's able to do some things that the censors overlook, including tugging on Lan Wangji's headband and apparently blowing him a kiss. In the book and the donghua, he catches onto Lan Wangji's lip on his way down his face, too.

One thing that's kind of muted in the live action as compared to the novel is how much Lan Wangji enjoys Wei Wuxian's childish and playful behavior. Lan Wangji never got to be playful as a child, but with Wei Wuxian he can cut loose--which he does mostly in the sack or when they're drinking together. But even when he stays in control of himself, he likes Wei Wuxian's silliness.

He tells Paper-Xian, tenderly, to be very careful, before he sends him on his way.

The Adventures of Paperman

The CGI department outdoes itself with paperman, making an animated character so adorable I'd be happy to watch a whole episode of him.

Paper-Xian sneaks into JGY's study and pokes around, finding an empty envelope. Then he listens and watches while Qin Su stumbles in, retching.

She's followed closely by Jin Guangyao; they proceed to have an absolutely fucking endless argument in which the words "sister," "brother," "incest" "rapist dad" are never said, instead using vagueburger phrasing like "this matter."

Jin Guangyao does freely admit to killing their kid, though, and wants to know who told Qin Su about it so he can kill them, too. She won't tell him, shockingly.

Jin Guangyao ends the fight by putting a paralysis spell on his wife and then making her go to sleep with another spell, which is the cultivator equivalent of saying "I've said what I had to say and I need some space."

He takes her into a secret room where he is also keeping a bunch of talisman-protected stuff and a shockingly small number of books.

Seriously, as a person who has way too many books, I am personally offended by the way Jin Guangyao wastes shelf space in his secret room.

As Paper-Xian sneaks around the room, Jin Guangyao helpfully pulls aside the curtain covering the shelf with Nie Mingjue's head on it, so he can grouse at NMJ for (figuratively) haunting him. Seriously? Dude, you keep a guy's head on your bookshelf, he gonna haunt ya.

The episode ends with Paper-Xian bowing (adorably) to Nie Mingjue, and then sitting laying on his face, which would make BOTH Lan brothers jealous if they found out.

Soundtrack: Ring the Alarm, by Beyonce; Blister in the Sun, by the Violent Femmes

[larz-barz]

New Mikitama info post

that’s what she and her twin brother look like !!

Basic info

Name: Mikitama Suzuki

Age: 14

Species: Bakeneko yokai

Height: 4’8/142.24 cm

Weight: 94 lbs/42.64 kg

Likes: her loved ones, chicken udon, strawberries, mochi, ice cream, cats, children, and babies

Dislikes: herself, mean/scary people, her scars, fish, bugs, garlic, and peppermint

Personality: Sweet, brave, kind, caring, nurturing, loving, selfless, and hardworking (even at the expense of her own wellbeing)

Occupation: Demon Slayer (Hashira)

Breathing Style: Starlight breathing

Family (biological)

Mother: Akari Suzuki

-Status: Dead

Father: Akio Suzuki

-Status: Dead

Brother: Michio Suzuki

-Status: Alive

Brother (twin): Mikitamo Suzuki

-Status: Alive

Uncle (Akio’s brother): Haruki Suzuki

-Status: Alive

Aunt (Haruki’s wife): Yoko Suzuki

-Status: Dead

Cousin (son of Haruki and Yoko): Enzo Suzuki

-Status: Alive

Aunt (Akio’s and Haruki’s sister): Aika Suzuki (@uponthefantasy-deactivated20240’s oc (why did you leave againn🥺🥲))

-Status: Alive

Ancestor (Married to Michikatsu): Hana Tsugikuni

-Status: Dead

Ancestor: Michikatsu/Kokushibo Tsugikuni

-Status: Alive (demon)

Cousin: Muichiro Tokito

-Status: Alive

Cousin: Yuichiro Tokito

-Status: Dead

Family (adoptive)

Cousin (adoptive daughter of Haruki): Shiina Suzuki (@nothingtoseehere1-2-3’s oc)

Mother: Yuna Handa (@kimetsu-chan’s oc)

Father: Giyuu Tomioka

Mother: Kaori Nakamura (@demonslayerdoodles’s oc)

Father: Kyojuro Rengoku

Brother: Zeno Arakawa (@kimetsu-chan’s oc)

Sister: Ames (@donkeybro’s oc)

Father: Hiroto Ichigo (@circus-gone-wrong’s oc)

Uncle: Tengen Uzui

Aunt: Hinatsuru Uzui

Aunt: Suma Uzui

Aunt: Makio Uzui

Brother: Hanao Amaya (@matthew-knyshait’s oc)

Backstory

tw: S/A, abuse, death, self blame, attempted murder

A few weeks after Mikitama and Mikitamo were born, their parents were killed by demons. (Their mother, by a lower level demon, and her father by Kokushibo)

Their aunt and uncle took their and Michio in and raised them.

When Miki and Miko were 2, their aunt died protecting Miki, and the already present abuse from their uncle became worse for Miki.

The demon also gave Mikitama scars on her face which is why she wears a mask, to avoid the guilt she feels when she sees them.

Miki’s, Miko’s, and Michio’s other Aunt found out about what Haruki was doing to them and tried to take them.

Haruki only let Aika take Michio because he wanted to make Mikitama pay for taking his wife away from him and Mikitamo didn’t want to leave his twin sister. (Neither did Michio, but Miko is a lot more stubborn than Michio)

Over the years, Haruki would do many unspeakable things to Miki such as cut her, beat her, r*** her, etc.

When Miki was 10 she had a dream about her ancestor performing starlight breathing, the breathing style that her father, the previous starlight hashira, used.

She told Miko about it and they began to learn starlight breathing and total concentration breathing in secret then a year later they ran away to participate in the final selection.

Another year later, they became a hashira and was reunited with her Michio a week later when he became a hashira as well.

Various links

Miki’s ships

Fun facts

Scar reveal

Miki’s and Miko’s estate

voice claim (Miki’s)

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[dazed--xx]

🌘Rewriting Destiny (teaser) 🌒

Member: Duke! Chan x reader

Word count: 813

Trigger warnings: ANGST, Death (FL), psychological, trauma, poisoning, parental neglect/abuse, arranged marriage, anxiety, Nobility, engagement at a young age, regression, murder, revenge, mentions of magic, PTSD, manipulation, regretful ML, Resentment, betrayal, classism, 17th century ideals, homophobia(mentions), SOME!historical accuracy, LOTS! of historical inaccuracies, BREAK UP!, grief, mourning, denial, failure to let go, etc…

A/N: so I'm still transferring this story from my notebook onto tumblr but I wanted to get y'all excited for the new story so here is a little teaser of the story and don't worry its not too big of a spoiler 😂🤪

The family she had married into had lost use for her...

Y/Ns blood ran cold as she came to the realization. The move to the annex, the maids becoming more and more ruthless, and the lack of guards around her annex becoming more frequent. Her time is slowly coming to an end. She wondered if there was a point to all of this. Would there be a point in running? Her mother would hunt her down and skin her alive if she did. ‘Die a respected Dutchess rather than run and be a divorced beggar’ she could hear her mother say. Y/N watches as the blue clear sky fades into a bright purple and orange hue.

A knock on her door pulls her attention away from her thoughts. “Yes?” She calls monotonously. “The Duke is in the receiving room, My lady.” Area calls softly. Y/N's eyebrows furrow in confusion. “My lady?” Area calls once again when she doesn't reply. “I-Im coming! I apologize, Aera.” Y/N replies as she shakily lifts herself from her seat. The whole walk to the receiving room Y/N worried.

Why was he here? He's never visited of his own accord. What could be happening? Would he cast her out himself? A petite hand grips her own pulling her out of her thoughts. Y/N stares at the owner, as Aera gives her a comforting smile. Y/N lets out a sigh, the butler pulls open the door. She hesitates for a moment, it had been a year—one full year, since she had last seen her husband. A lot could change in a single year. She feared how her husband had changed; it was never good for her. She entered the room, her heart sank into her stomach. There he sat, at the head of the room. A flurry of maids standing about waiting on baited breath for his every command. His hair was no longer the clean-cut style but overgrown, sitting raggedly over his forehead and disheveled. Evidence of his bath dripping onto his loose black shirt. He sat a scowl on his plush lips as he sipped his tea. “To what do I owe the honor, Your grace?” Y/N questioned monotonously. “Should I have a reason to visit my dear wife?” He states smugly as he places his tea on the table in front of him. “Especially when I do not receive her greetings after a year-long monster-hunting expedition and come to discover she no longer lives in the same house as me?” Y/N stares at him in bewilderment and confusion. “Your grace?” She stammered “Please, take a seat” He gestured to the loveseat in front of him, his face no longer containing any emotion.

Y/N sits nervously as she begins to question her husband. “I apologize, but what do you mean? I’ve received your letter and followed your instructions.” Chan furrowed his eyebrows as his ears perked up “What letter?” Y/N's attention is pulled away from him by the slight clink of a teacup being placed on the table in front of her. Y/N's eyes remained focused on the maid for a moment, she couldn't quite put her finger on it but something felt…off. “Have you gone deaf in the past 5 minutes?” Chan questions frustratedly. Y/N shakes her head taking hold of the teacup and taking a sip. “No, I apologize. I've not been feeling well today” Y/N states calmly. Her throat begins to feel a small burning sensation. “What letter? When did you receive a letter from me?” Chan asks stoically. Y/N coughs slightly “My apologies, I received your letter about one months time ago” She takes another sip of tea trying to alleviate the growing discomfort. Chan stares at her with his eyebrows raised “And you are sure it was addressed from me?” her throat begins to burn incessantly. Her eyes widen as her mouth fills with a coppery tast as she coughs again.

“My lady?!?!” Area exclaims worriedly “Y/N?!”

Only then does Y/N make the connection. The maid—She works in the main manor, and she’s Kari’s personal maid. Y/N stares at the teacup in her hand, dropping it in a panic. Her eyes meet Chan’s for a moment. He sat stoically, but his eyes never once left her. Y/N rushes to her feet, reaching out for her personal maid “Aera!” She calls. Her tone gurgles and hoarse as crimson cascades out of her mouth. Her legs give way beneath her as she feels arms around her. The room begins to grow blurry as she feels the life fading from her body.

No…No not yet, please God! Don't let me die! I didn't get away…I-I was never happy please! She prays God please let me be happy. “If I could do it all over again…Id have never married you. My biggest regret was walking down that aisle…” She croaks as everything fades to black.

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[msfbgraves]

God bless KK Legends for styling Ralph so very nicely. His hair is thick and fluffy instead of that severe and flat CK hairstyle. HIS CLOTHES ARE NOT FUCK*NG BLUE!!!! He is wearing flattering colors that compliment his skin tone. He looks younger than ever! He is absolutely cute and charming and sweet and THIS IS THE DANIEL THAT WE KNOW AND LOVE. Our totally loveable, pretty, kind-hearted boy!

FUCK the CK writers for treating this angel so poorly for so long. AND FOR PUTTING HIM IN SUCH UGLY BLUES!! Give this olive-skinned, good-looking guy jewel tones and earthy colors!

Never forget, never forgive!

Can't speak for the film, of course, but at least the trailer feels like: "this one's for Daniel." Because Cobra Kai never was even though they literally would not have had a fourth and fifth season without him, or a sixth, because no Sekai Taikai without Terry. I'm being overly dramatic now, but I feel like that trailer alone pulled Daniel out of some toxic relationship we've had to watch him suffer through. Three seconds with Jackie Chan and Ben Wong showing the character genuine respect and some positive styling and everything about Cobra Kai feels extra enraging. Like some asshole boyfriend saying: "You'll never do better than me, so be thankful for what you get, bitch." And that numbness that comes with it. "Maybe they're right. Maybe this is all I'm worth. I try, but I must not be good enough." And here is Jackie Chan with one simple line: "I came here for you", and Ben with one deeply respectful bow - not even Robby's weird tantrum or Demetri's "Can we skip this", no, a simple "Thank you for taking time for me", and it feels like the world saying: "No, you're beautiful and worth it and always were."

Look I'm glad Ralph doesn't seem to mind however poorly his character was treated, as he's fine with working with these three bullies again, but I feel like, for the briefest of moments, the character was done justice, and maybe I can choose to view the three films and this one without ever having to reference Cobra Kai. I mean, YES!!! still for Silverusso, but this constant focus on Daniel's darkest impulses it came with, even that can be tiring. Sure, OK, boy has a Murder Switch, but how he lives is kind and warm and respectful and I love, too, that maybe they offer him a way back into all the depth and warmth of what Miyagi gave him inside himself, without having Miyagi present. Because it seems hinted that even NYC will play a role, so Daniel's American roots will be an asset, something Miyagi didn't have. He can finally make it his, the way Miyagi also said he would: "One day, you teach karate your way", without that meaning the value of the tradition he pulls from is in any way diminished. Shimpo Miyagi took what he learnt from China and made it Okinawan, Nariyoshi Miyagi brought it to America and Daniel-san took it and made that his, another branch on the tree. Finally letting him evolve it, and himself, past his dependence on his sensei.

It's possible the film can't deliver all that but the roots are all there in the trailer and I'd love for Daniel to create and teach his own style because I simply feel it's richer where Johnny's style lacks depth. It's not tang soo do, and when left to be the sole sensei in S6 part 2, he had remarkably little insight to offer other than: "don't hold back." And I also love the potential of Mr Han telling Daniel, "Sensei, you have something our tradition doesn't, please teach us."

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I saw this earlier today and Iwa-chan first popped into my mind. Have fun reading lol.

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Genre: fluff

You’re just doing the dishes on a normal Tuesday afternoon, when your phone rings.

Setting aside the plate you were just scrubbing down, you dry your hands with the kitchen towel on the counter before grabbing your vibrating phone.

You don’t recognize the number that’s calling you, so you frown in confusion before swiping your lock screen to answer it.

“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.“

“Good afternoon, am I speaking to the spouse of Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime?“

You feel your heart drop in your stomach, already fearing the worst: death, accident, arrest, murder, sudden enlistment,…

You gulp down with a heavy heart and answer back.

“Y-Yes, this is them.“

“Hello this is Captain Shimazaki speaking. I am calling to inform you that your spouse Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime came into work with a bruise on his neck. Actually multiple dark bruises along his neck.” He stops to cough awkwardly. “Although he looked pretty satisfied and happy this morning, please move your love marks down, so they can’t be seen when in uniform.“

You can feel your face heat up a thousand degrees, utterly embarrassed and wishing to sink 500 feet into the ground to disappear.

“U-Uhm s-sure, I will remember that for next time.“

For next time? Could you have worded that any worse?

“Appreciate it. Have a good day.“

“You as well, goodbye.“

You hang up simultaneously and put your phone down on the counter, leaning both hands on the cool graphite stone to actually process what just happened.

Too much distracted in your thoughts, you don’t even hear the front door unlock.

“Hey baby, I am home.“ Iwaizumi loudly greets you as he steps inside your shared home.

Taking his shoes off and putting them neatly by the door, he waits for your greeting back but receives nothing.

He saw your car in the driveway, so you have to be home.

“(Y/N)?“ The brunette calls out again, this time a little bit louder.

His rough voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you turn to look at him and the first thing you notice are the scattered hickeys along his neck.

Iwaizumi‘s face melts into concern, as he takes in your face. You look like you‘ve seen a ghost because your eyes widen in horror as you stare at your husband.

“Babe, what's wrong? You are as pale as a sheet of paper.“ With deep worry in his voice, he quickly approaches you and puts his warm hands around your face to grasp it gently.

“Uhm.“ You don’t know how to start this conversation.

“Well, your uh… I guess your boss called me earlier, basically saying I should tone it down a notch with uh… my marks on you.“

Iwaizumi takes a few seconds after hearing your words and all of sudden he bursts out laughing.

Slightly jumping at his sudden reaction, you are now even more confused.

“Gosh, this day keeps getting better and better. First I got to make love to my beautiful partner last night and this morning and then had a great day at work and now you’re telling me that you’re the one who should calm down with your marks on me?“ He keeps on laughing and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pushing you against the counter.

He leans in and slightly growls in your ear.

“Good thing they can’t see all those markings I left on you last night.“

Something hard starts to press against your stomach.

“Hajime, you can’t be serious.“

You can feel him pressing rough kisses against your neck, occasionally giving you bites and licks that make you swoon and melt on the spot.

“Come on, mark me up some more. Want to show everyone how sexy and seductive my drop dead gorgeous spouse can be.“

You give in and let him carry you bridal style to your bedroom, both of you leaving marks on each other and both of you so exhausted that Iwaizumi and you call in sick for the next day.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno