#whats a little mock execution between friends

[selfmaderibcageman]

Got caught stealing from someones stupid base in foxhole so we pretended to be a really stupid milsim regiment and had my clan leader do a mock execution of me in front of the guy i stole a bunch of rmats from as a “punishment” which of course did not satisfy him because hey, he wants his materials back not a larp. But then we get to pretend being confused why hes mad, like, no dude its all okay we executed the guy who stole from you why are you still mad

[fullsunstrawberry]

SCREAM FOR ME

synopsis: Jisung orders a Ghostface costume after hearing you confess how hot masks are on guys.

pairings: Jisung x reader

warnings: SMUT, a little bit of CNC, Blind fold, Use of a knife, mention of handcuffs (not used), cream pie, cunnilingus, chocking, no condom mentioned, grinding, grinding on jeno/jaemin, drinking, swearing, and probably more lol

word count: 5.3k

a/n: happy halloween <3

You and your friends have always looked forward to Halloween. It was the one time of year when you could dress up and let loose. This year, you were especially excited. Drunkenly admitting why you were excited for Halloween this year to one of your friends, Jaemin, seemed like a fun time in your tipsy brain.

“I’m telling you, Jaemin,” you said, swaying slightly in your seat, “it’s not about who wears the mask. I just want someone in a Ghostface mask. I don’t even care who it is. I’d find it so hot.”

Jaemin laughed, leaning back in his chair. “What’s wrong with you but I get it, masks are hot!”

Secretly, Jisung, who had been quietly observing from a corner of the room, had heard every word. His heart skipped a beat. Jisung, being shy, had always admired you from afar. He knew you were older and had never seen him as anything more than a younger friend. But hearing your wish sparked something in him.

But he was too shy to execute it, right? Maybe he’ll just order the costume just in case…

“A cheerleader, huh? How original, Y/n,” Renjun teased, rolling his eyes.

Haechan nudged Renjun with a grin. “Come on, she looks hawt! You’re the one dressed as a children's book.”

“Moomin’s cool,” Renjun mumbled defensively.

“Cool? You’re just wearing a white shirt and ears!” Haechan retorted.

You laughed at their playful banter and glanced around to see what the others were up to. Jeno, sporting dog ears and a collar, was carefully draping fake spider webs around the room. Bunny eared Jaemin and basketball player Chenle were setting out snacks, and Jaemin kept stealing glances at you, a smile playing on his lips.

“What’s so funny?” you demanded, marching over to the table and pointing at Jaemin.

Jaemin raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just admiring your costume, that’s all.”

“Sure, and what’s the real reason?”

Jaemin chuckled, “You’re really putting in some effort to get laid tonight.”

A mischievous smirk appeared on your face as you twirled around. “Am I giving off the perfect victim vibe?”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Chenle yelled, his eyes wide in disbelief.

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at you and Jaemin. Jaemin’s laughter erupted uncontrollably, while you shushed Chenle with a grin.

“What’s happening?” Spider-Man Mark asked as the rest of the group gathered in the dining room.

“Y/n’s on the hunt for someone in a Ghostface costume,” Jaemin explained between laughs.

“DAMN IT, I should’ve worn a Ghostface costume!” Haechan said huffing at his cowboy outfit, only to wince as Renjun playfully punched his shoulder.

“Stop talking about my love life!” you huffed. “But if any tall, attractive Ghostfaces show up, send them my way!”

The guys laughed and shook their heads before returning to their tasks.

“Oh, where’s Jisung?” you asked Chenle, noticing his absence.

“He’s running late. Said he’d be here later,” Chenle replied.

Jaemin smirked, “Probably just trying to avoid setting up,” he joked.

You chuckled, shaking your head before turning back to finish arranging the party.

The house quickly became alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the buzz of conversation. People in all sorts of costumes filed in: animals, witches, superheroes, and a lot more. But no Ghostface in sight …

You moved through the crowd, catching up with friends and admiring their costumes. As the party gained momentum, you started to let loose, dancing and laughing with Jaemin and Haechan.

Every so often, though, your thoughts drifted back to your earlier conversation. Your friends had laughed it off, but a tiny part of you wondered if a Ghostface would actually appear tonight. You shook your head at the silliness of it all and got back to enjoying the party.

“Y/n, come take a shot with me!” Haechan called, dragging you over to the kitchen.

Smiling, you clink your glass against his and downed the shot, feeling the warmth spread through you.

Just as you placed your glass down, the door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. The partygoers around you barely noticed, but your eyes were immediately drawn to the white mask. Ghostface.

You couldn’t help but smirk, nudging Jaemin who stood beside you.

“Look,” you whispered.

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, glancing at the new arrival.

“Who is that?”

“No clue,” you admitted, heart racing a little. “But they’re definitely hot as hell.”

The figure remained near the doorway for a moment, scanning the room with eerie calm. Then, slowly, the Ghostface started making his way through the crowd, but his gaze—hidden behind the mask—was locked on you.

Each step he took felt planned, like he was taking his time to make his approach. Your stomach twisted, was he really making his way over to you?

“He’s coming over here,” Jaemin muttered, clearly amused.

“Looks like your wish is coming true.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, though you couldn’t hide the shy smile on your face.

The Ghostface finally reached you, standing just a foot away. The mask tilted slightly, as if studying you. You crossed your arms, trying to appear unfazed, though you could feel your pulse quickening.

“Nice costume,” you said, breaking the tension. “Going for the silent type?”

The figure didn’t respond, only tilting their head again in that unnerving, playful way. Then, without a word, they extended a gloved hand toward you.

You glanced at Jaemin, who shrugged, clearly entertained by whatever was happening. With a deep breath, you accepted the hand.

The Ghostface pulled you closer, and you found yourself standing just inches away, your heart racing faster than you cared to admit.

Whoever was behind the mask leaned in slightly, their movements slow. You couldn’t see their face, but you could feel the intensity in their gaze.

“Okay, I have to admit,” you said softly, trying to maintain some control over the situation, “this is kinda hot.”

The Ghostface’s shoulders shook slightly, as if laughing silently, and then, without warning, they twirled you away, leaving you standing there, stunned and a little breathless.

As they disappeared back into the crowd, you turned to Jaemin, who was grinning ear to ear.

“I told you,” he said smugly, “tonight’s gonna be fun for you.”

You laughed, though your mind was still reeling from the encounter. Who was under that mask? And why are you already so hot and bothered.

As the night went on, you couldn’t help but scan the crowd, looking for any sign of the mysterious Ghostface.

The interaction had been brief but left a strange, exciting feeling buzzing under your skin. You found yourself drawn into conversations, but your mind kept drifting back to that masked figure.

At some point, Jaemin nudged you again. “You okay, missing your killer?”

You shrugged, trying to act casual. “I haven’t seen him since.”

“It’s weird seeing you this horny over some guy in a mask” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shoved him away. “Stop. You’re making this weirder than it has to be.”

But in truth, Jaemin wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t shake the feeling that whoever was behind that mask knew exactly what they were doing, playing into your earlier confession. It was kind of scary— but you were enjoying it way too much.

As you made your way toward the back of the house, needing a breather, you passed by Renjun and Chenle, who were deep in conversation about some horror movie.

The sliding glass door leading to the backyard was slightly open, and you stepped outside, welcoming the cool night air. The distant hum of the party continued inside, but out here, everything was quieter.

You leaned against the porch railing, staring at the dark sky, when you heard soft footsteps behind you. A glance over your shoulder revealed the masked man, standing at the edge of the patio, just watching.

“Seriously?” you muttered, though there was no real irritation in your tone. If anything, it was curiosity.

The Ghostface took a few more steps toward you, closing the gap, but still maintaining that frightening silence. The party noise from inside seemed to fade as you locked eyes—or rather, your gaze locked on the mask.

The figure took off their gloves slowly, stuffing them into their back pocket, and for a split second, you wondered if they would finally reveal themselves.

“Okay,” you said, turning to fully face them. “You’ve got my attention. What now?”

Without a word, Ghostface reached out and, gently but firmly, took your hand. This time, there was no hesitation. You let them pull you closer, so close that you could hear the faintest sound of their breath behind the mask. Your heart pounded in your chest.

In the dim light of the backyard, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. The Ghostface raised their free hand slowly, brushing a lock of hair from your face with surprising tenderness.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, they lifted their mask just enough for you to catch a glimpse of their lips, and your breath caught in your throat.

Whoever it was—they were about to kiss you. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, your mind racing with the mystery and excitement of it all.

But then, just as you thought they would make their move, the sliding door burst open with a loud thud.

“Y/n!” Haechan yelled from inside, half-drunk and waving a beer bottle. “Come on! We’re about to do shots!”

You blinked, the heat of the moment shattering as you turned toward the noise. When you glanced back, Ghostface had already lowered their mask and started backing away, disappearing into the shadows of the yard.

You stood there for a moment, dazed. Wondering if you would ever see him again.

Haechan stumbled out onto the porch, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“What are you doing out here? Come back in! The party’s not over yet!”

“You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you muttered, glancing over your shoulder one last time. But the yard was empty, The mystery Ghostface was gone.

“It’s party time!!” Haechan was too drunk to even understand your words.

Back inside, your friends gathered around the kitchen island, laughter echoing through the house. Jaemin raised an eyebrow when he saw you return.

“No Ghostface this time?”

You shook your head, pretending like you didn’t care.

“Looks like he got bored.”

“Wait, there’s really a Ghostface here?” Jeno teased, nudging you playfully.

You nodded, sighing. “Yeah, but he’s been stringing me along this whole time.”

Jaemin smirked. “Why not make him a little jealous, then?”

“I doubt that’ll even work,” you said, shaking your head. “I never actually see him around the party.”

“Trust us,” Jeno grinned, grabbing your hand. “We’ve got this.”

Without another word, he pulled you into the

crowded living room, playful determination in his eyes.

Jeno tugged you into the living room, where the music was louder, and party goers crowded the space. Jaemin followed closely behind, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“Alright, Y/n,” Jeno said, spinning you around to face him.

“Let’s make sure Ghostface knows what he’s missing.”

Jaemin smirked and nodded toward the group of people dancing. “Just go with it. If he’s been watching you like you said, this’ll make him show up.”

You shot them both a skeptical look, but before you could protest, Jaemin slipped his hand onto your waist, and Jeno grinned before pulling you into him. The three of you swayed to the beat, your friends fully committed to playing along, their movements exaggerated as if trying to draw all the attention in the room.

Jaemin leaned in, his voice low near your ear. “You said you wanted the perfect victim vibe, right? Let’s give him something to chase.”

You laughed, shaking your head at how over-the-top they were being. But as the song picked up, you let yourself get swept up in their antics, moving with them and enjoying it. Jeno twirled you once before pulling you close. Jaemin pulled and spun you back toward him, his hand lingering a bit longer on your waist.

Suddenly, you felt that familiar tingle of being watched. You scanned the crowd but couldn’t immediately spot the Ghostface. However, the weight of someone’s gaze followed your every move.

Jeno noticed your eyes darting around. “He’s watching, isn’t he?” he murmured, leaning close.

You nodded subtly. “Yeah, I can feel it.”

“Good,” Jaemin whispered, tightening his grip on your waist. “Let’s keep it going.”

The three of you kept dancing, playing up the flirtatious act just enough to make it obvious that something was happening. Your heart raced—not just from the dancing, but from the excitement of what might happen.

Would the masked man reveal himself, or was he just going to keep watching from the shadows?

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw it: the white mask, half-hidden behind a group of people near the far wall.

He was there, standing perfectly still, his attention fixed on you. Your pulse quickened as your eyes connected through his mask.

Jaemin followed your gaze and smirked. “There he is.”

Jeno didn’t waste a second. “Alright, let’s give him something to really think about.”

He pulled you even closer, his hand sliding around your waist as he pulled you into him. Grinding into you as he placed small kisses on your neck.

As you look back to the far wall, you caught another glimpse of Ghostface—this time, he was shaking his head.

You felt a pang of something—disappointment, maybe—twist in your stomach as the Ghostface broke eye contact and turned away, disappearing down the hall toward the spare bedrooms.

Jeno’s playful touch felt distant now, your attention completely drawn to the masked figure who had just walked away.

Jaemin, noticing the shift in your expression, leaned closer. “Looks like he doesn’t want to have any fun tonight.”

You stepped back slightly, disentangling yourself from Jeno’s hold. “I’m going to get a drink,” you muttered, your voice clearly showing how disappointed you were.

Jeno raised an eyebrow, “Hey don’t think about him anymore, just let loose and have fun.”

With one last glance at your friends, you made your way through the crowd, slipping past dancing bodies and the noise of the party. The music and laughter grew muffled as you moved down the hall, the atmosphere growing quieter, more intimate. The spare bedrooms were tucked away at the end of the corridor.

Your heart raced as you reached the first door. It was slightly ajar, and you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, the shadows stretching across the walls, but there was no sign of the masked man.

You stepped further inside, your breath catching as you scanned the room. Just as you were about to turn back, the door clicked softly shut behind you.

You spun around, and there he was—Ghostface, standing in the doorway, silent.

“You left,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

“Why?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate. The air between you was filled with tension, and you felt the weight of his gaze behind the mask.

Your heart raced, “Are you really going to keep this act up the whole night?” you asked, tilting your head as you held his gaze, your voice steady despite the pounding in your chest.

Ghostface’s hand moved to his mask, and for a split second, you thought he might finally reveal himself. But instead, he paused, his fingers trailing over the edge of the mask before letting his hand fall back to his side. He took another step forward, closing the distance between you, his body inches from yours now.

You swallowed, “Say something,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Instead of using his words, he grabbed your hips and pushed himself onto you. You could feel his erection pressing against you.

You gasped slightly, caught off guard by his sudden movement. Your heart raced, and you felt a mix of surprise and heat as you tried to process everything.

His grip on your hips tightened, and he moved against you, his masked face hidden in your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling quickly.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react. Then, slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the soft fabric of his mask. A small part of you wanted to uncover his identity, but another part of you was okay with the mystery.

As you pressed yourself against him, he groaned softly, his voice deep as his gloves fingers dug into your skin.

“Please, more” you breathed into his ear, your heart pounding in sync with his.

His grip on your hips tightened, and he moved against you more urgently now, his breathing becoming even faster.

As he continued to grind against you, your own urges started to take over. You couldn't help but get lost in the moment as his hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and edge.

“Pease,” you whispered again, your voice barely above a whisper as you softly grabbed onto his mask.

He shook his head firmly, gripping your hands as his eyes scanned the room. Spotting the dresser, he reached over, pulling out a pair of fluffy handcuffs, letting them dangle in front of your face.

“I’m not going to let you handcuff me…I don’t even know who you are!”

You protested, but there was a hint of teasing in your voice. He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Turning around, back to the same dresser, he pulled out a long knife. Did he plan this?

Tension hung heavy in the air as he turned back to face you, the knife glinting in the dim light of the room. Your heart pounded frantically in your chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you took a step back, your eyes fixed on the sharp blade in his hand.

“What are you doing?” you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with confusion. How did things change so quickly?

The masked figure remained silent, his masked face giving away nothing as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you. The gleam of the knife seemed to shine, sending a chill down your spine.

Instinct kicked in, and you turned to bolt for the door, but before you could take more than a few steps, he lunged forward with surprising speed. Grabbing at your waist and putting the knife near your neck.

You gasped, your eyes widening in terror as you felt the cold steel press against your skin.

As he pressed the knife to your skin, you realized that it wasn't sharp, it was dull.

You started to giggle, the absurdity of the situation hit you all at once, and the laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, filled the room

The masked figure’s grip loosened slightly as he seemed taken aback by your sudden laughter. His masked face tilted slightly, almost as if he was confused by your reaction.

“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.”

The masked figure's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and slowly, he lowered the knife, his posture relaxing.

“Wait, did I ruin the moment?” The masked figure shook his head, brushing your hair with his gloved hand.

Slowly his hand rested on your cheek, and then slowly made its way to your neck. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear you had moments before. You stared into the eye holes of the mask, searching for any idea who he was.

Suddenly he put pressure on your neck, his touch firm but not suffocating. You froze, the lack of oxygen felt so good.

You gasped for air as his hand tightened around your neck.

His masked face hovered close to yours, his gaze only on you. The room seemed to shrink around you, the only sound echoing in your ears being the hammering of your heart.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he released his grip on your neck, his hand falling away as he took a step back. You stumbled slightly, falling onto the bed.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you looked up at him. His gaze never left yours as he went back to the dresser and pulled out a blindfold.

With a mixture of hesitation and thrill, you allowed him to place the blindfold over your eyes, slipping you into darkness.

You heard shuffling and felt his gloves as he grabbed your hands that were searching for him. Pulling your hands to his mask, feeling how warm it felt.

You fiddled with the fabric of it, as a silent way of asking for permission to take it off. He doesn't do anything as you pull his mask off slowly.

Once finally off he takes you into a deep kiss, a kiss he’s been waiting for this whole night. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that mirrored your own.

His hands roamed your skin, tracing patterns of fire along your curves. As you were tracing his features with your fingers, trying to figure out what he could look like.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you felt him pull away slightly, his breath mingling with yours. There was a softness in his touch now, unlike before.

As you leaned in for more, your lips seeking his once again, he chuckled softly against your mouth before pulling away completely.

You heard rustling in the distance, you try to pull the blindfold off your face to see what was happening.

But strong hands stopped you, holding the blindfold firmly in place. You felt a warm breath against your ear as he whispered,

“Not yet.”

The voice was deep, kind of familiar but you were too lost in the moment to really place it. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room, growing louder and more distinct.

You strained against the blindfold, trying to hear what was going on.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of lips press gently against your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. You felt a shiver run down your spine as the lips trailed along your neck.

“Fuck, I need more, please!” you begged, your voice shaking.

You reach for him, expecting to feel the cloth of his costume, but instead you are met with his soft skin. He was lean and you could feel he had a bit of muscles.

"Are you ready for the next part?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You gasped and nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for his next move.

His kisses started to trail down, his tounge gently tracing a path along your skin as he moved further down.

As he reached the sensitive skin just below your waist, you let out a soft whimper. His fingers traced delicate patterns across your skin.

Suddenly, you felt the warm sensation of his breath on your skin, followed by the gentle pressure of his lips. A soft breath escaped your lips as his tongue traced delicate patterns on your heat.

You were lost in the sensation, your mind hazy. You gripped at the sheets beneath you, your body arching to meet his every movement.

“More, please, need you.” you whispered, feeling the words catch in your throat.

He responded by cupping your heat with his hand. With one hand, he gently spread you open.

Your heart pounded in your chest as his fingers stroked you, driving you crazy. You felt him slip a finger inside you and then another, stretching you in the best possible way.

His thumb rubbed against your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body.

Each touch sent another wave of pleasure crashing over you, building you up higher and higher.

"I’m so close," you begged, your words barely coherent as you clung to the sheets for dear life.

He responded by increasing his pace, his fingers pounding into you with a rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, the sensation overwhelming. As the pleasure built and built, you couldn’t handle it anymore.

"I'm going to cum," you cried out, your voice shaky. "I'm gonna cum."

His fingers never stopped their relentless pace, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum for me, baby.” His voice normal, no longer changing his voice.

You knew that voice.

Your heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned on you. "Jisung?" you gasped, the blindfold still firmly in place.

No response came from him as his fingers continued their pace, driving you higher and higher towards your release.

“Oh my god, Jisung!” You cried out as you finally reached your climax. Your body arched against his touch, you moans ringing through the room.

Panting and gasping for air, as you lay there, you let a smile spread across your face.

Your hand reaches up to grab the blindfold, already knowing who the mystery masked man is. But Jisung grabbed your hand, stopping you, again.

“Wait,” His voice filled with insecurity. Not knowing how you were going to react to seeing his face.

You can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch and you can tell that he's tense.

“Jisung, I need to see you, please…” You pleaded, and for a brief moment, he seemed to hesitate. But then he quickly regained his composure, taking your hand and gently removing the blindfold from your eyes.

You squint for a moment as your eyes adjust to the dim room, taking in the sight of Jisung's maskless face. He looked at you, you could tell he was worried. He wasn’t making any eye contact.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, still panting from your intense orgasm. You reach up to trace your fingers along his jawline.

"You look so hot right now," you whisper, your voice still heavy with lust. "Even hotter without the mask."

He chuckles softly at your comment, an appreciative smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice confident and husky.

You took a long look over his body, taking in every detail. His chest heaved with each breath, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. You traced your fingers down his chest, feeling the definition of his muscles.

Your eyes locked onto his again, a smile playing on your lips as you crawled towards him. He watched you intently, watching how your body moved towards him. .

As you straddled him, you leaned in close and whispered, "I want to feel you inside me."

He nodded eagerly, his hands immediately reaching up to undress you further. He helped you out of your clothes until you were both naked, skin touching skin.

You positioned yourself above him, feeling the warmth and hardness of him against your heat. You couldn't help but moan slightly as you felt him ready to enter you.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear as he waited for your response.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice breathless with desire.

"I'm ready."

With one swift movement, he entered you fully, filling you completely. You both moaned as he began to move, thrusting into you with a rhythm that made you shiver.

Your eyes locked onto his, making your heart race. You felt him hit a sensitive spot inside you, each thrust hitting the same spot.

"Oh god, Jisung," you gasped, your voice shaking with passion. "You feel so good."

He responded by increasing his pace, driving deeper and deeper into you. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he moved, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure. You could feel your core starting to tighten.

“You like that baby?”

"So good," you moaned.

His hands gripped at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly.

As you rose to meet his next thrust, he groaned softly, his eyes locked onto yours. He looked like he was in a zone, completely focused on pleasing you as much as he was being pleased himself.

"More," you begged, feeling pleasure building up inside of you. Your breath was ragged from how good he was making you feel.

Jisung responded by increasing his pace even more, his movements becoming more aggressive. Your body arched against him.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, holding you close to him as he moved. You could feel every inch of him inside you, driving you closer and closer to your climax.

"I'm going to cum again," you cried out, your voice shaking with passion. "I'm gonna cum!"

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned. His pace quickened, his movement became more desperate. He could feel his own climax building.

"Cum for me, baby," he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours. His words were the final push you needed, and you let out a long, loud moan as you reached your climax. Your body tensed, every muscle straining.

Jisung's movements became erratic as he felt you cumming around him, the pressure building up inside of him threatening to take him over the edge.

Finally, he could hold back no longer. "Fuck im going to cum," he groaned, thrusting into you one last time. His body tensed and then shuddered, his cum filling you completely.

Your body shuddered and your eyes fluttered shut. You clung to him as the intensity of your orgasm started to fade, you felt him soften inside you. His weight pressed against you, his breathing heavy and uneven.

You laid there, panting and gasping for air. Your body still trembling.

Jisung's arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as he caught his breath. His breathing gradually slowed down, his heart rate returning to normal.

Slowly, your eyes opened, fluttering to look up at him. You smiled.

"That was... amazing," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Jisung smiled back at you, a proud grin that made your heart flutter. “I’m glad I overheard your conversation with Jaemin.”

You giggled, "That’s how you knew I liked masks?"

He chuckled, his hands pulling you closer to him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like me.”

"But I do like you," you said, looking deeply into his eyes.

"A lot."

Jisung's smile widened, and he pulled you even closer, his lips brushing against your forehead.

You nestled closer to Jisung, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. His fingers gently traced patterns on your back as the two of you lay there in the afterglow.

He leaned in close, brushing his lips against yours lightly.

"I want to do this again... and again," he whispered.

"Me too," you responded, your voice filled with satisfaction.

You traced your fingers along the curve of his shoulder, as you relaxed into him.

The room was quiet except for the sound of both of your breathing, the steady heartbeats, and the music continuing on outside. Laying there for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes.

Finally, with a sigh of reluctance to end such a perfect moment, Jisung pulled away slightly.

“We should get cleaned up.”

You nodded in agreement, slowly disentangling yourself from each other's embrace. As you stood up, Jisung's hand reached out to help you steady yourself.

"Let’s take a shower," he said, offering you a hand to help you up.

As you reached the bathroom, Jisung started the water. You stood there, taking a moment to compose yourself before stepping inside. The warm water washed over you felt relaxing.

As you let the water drip down your skin, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was definitely the best Halloween.

Jisung joined you in the shower, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your neck gently. You leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace as the water fell down both of your bodies.

“What are we going to tell everyone?” you asked as Jisung rinsed your hair.

He chuckled, his hands moving gently through the water. "The truth, that you’re mine.”

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TOO SWEET | LEE RIWOO X READER

PAIRING: donut lover! lee riwoo x clueless! fem! reader

SUMMARY: After stealing the last donut from him, Riwoo declares Y/n as his enemy -- in which Y/n is clueless to the rivalry between her and Riwoo after stealing the last donut from the bakery.

GENRE: one-sided rivalry, enemies to lovers?, imagine

WORDCOUNT: 1.9k

A/N: a riwoo imagine/story! im so sorry it took awhile for me to write a riwoo story! i had many ideas for him but didn't know how to execute it ,, i also just go back from an nct dream concert so i am a little tired ,, anyways, enjoy!

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The smell of fresh pastries hit Riwoo as he and his friends piled into the bakery. His eyes immediately locked onto the display case, and there it was—the last glazed donut, shining like a beacon of happiness in an otherwise dreary morning.

“I’ve been dreaming about this donut for days,” he announced dramatically, pushing his friends aside with an excited grin. “Today’s the day.”

Just as he approached the counter, the worker sighed and picked up the microphone, voice crackling through the bakery's speakers. “Attention customers, we are now officially out of donuts. Thank you!”

His heart stopped. “What? No donuts?” he said, disbelief and shock mixing in his tone. Riwoo leaned over the counter, craning his neck to see who had snatched it. There, sitting by the window, casually taking a bite of his donut, was none other than her—the girl from three of his classes.

Y/n.

His eyes narrowed as she wiped some sugar off her cheek, oblivious to his presence.

“No way,” he muttered, stepping back from the counter. “It was her.”

His friends exchanged confused looks. “Who?” Jaehyun asked.

“That girl,” he said, pointing dramatically in her direction. “She’s in three of my classes... and she just took the last donut.”

There was a long pause as his friends stared between him and the girl, slowly processing what just happened.

“She’s my enemy now.”

Woonhak snorted. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” Riwoo said, crossing his arms. “She has declared war.”

As if on cue, Y/n glanced up from her seat, caught his gaze, and smiled sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos she had just unleashed in his world.

His friends burst into laughter. "Dude, I think you're overreacting."

“Nope. This is personal,” he said with a deadpan expression, eyes still fixed on her as if they were in the middle of a silent showdown.

"Your donut obsession's gonna get you killed one day," Sungho joked, slapping his back.

"Only if she gets to me first," he said, turning away with mock intensity.

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The lecture hall buzzed with the usual pre-class chatter as Riwoo slouched in his seat, scrolling through his phone. Sungho sat beside him, lazily flipping through the notes from last week’s lecture, not really paying attention.

“Dude, I don’t get why we have to be here so early,” Sungho grumbled, tossing the notebook onto the desk.

“Because,” Riwoo replied, still focused on his screen, “if I have to suffer, so do you.”

Just then, the door to the lecture hall swung open, and a group of students entered, chatting and finding their seats. Riwoo didn’t pay much attention until he saw her—Y/n—walking in with her friend, laughing at something they were talking about.

His heart skipped for a brief second, and before he knew it, his eyes were glued to her.

She passed by his row, locking eyes with him for the briefest moment. She smiled—a sweet, innocent smile that lit up her face. She gave a small wave, like she hadn’t taken the last donut at the bakery just a couple of days ago.

He stared back, frozen in place. “Oh, she’s good,” he muttered under his breath.

As soon as she and her friend walked past, finding seats a few rows ahead, he turned to Sungho, face set in a serious expression.

“Did you see that?” he whispered, voice low as if he was about to reveal a grand conspiracy.

Sungho raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Y/n before turning back to him. “See what?”

“That smile,” Riwoo hissed. “She smiled at me. Like nothing happened. Like she didn’t steal my donut right from under my nose.”

Sungho blinked in confusion. “Uh...okay? What’s the big deal?”

He leaned in closer, his tone darkening dramatically. “She’s my enemy, man. Don’t you get it? That was a taunt. She’s mocking me.”

“Dude, she smiled at you. It’s a smile, not a declaration of war.”

“No, no, no. That’s exactly what she wants you to think,” he said, shaking his head. “That smile was strategic. It was planned. She’s trying to mess with me.”

Sungho snorted, holding back laughter. “So, let me get this straight: you think she’s secretly plotting against you because of... a donut?”

“Exactly,” he said, pointing a finger like he’d just cracked the code to some great mystery. “It’s psychological warfare. She’s playing the long game.”

Sungho leaned back in his chair, giving him a look that was part disbelief, part amusement. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’m telling you, she’s my nemesis now,” he said with finality, crossing his arms.

Sungho shook his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re gonna have to get over that donut someday, man.”

“Never,” Riwoo replied, glancing once more at Y/n sitting a few rows ahead. “This isn’t about the donut anymore. It’s about principle.”

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Riwoo slouched in his seat, staring at the clock as it ticked closer to the start of class. Without his friends in this lecture, the room felt emptier, and he wasn’t sure whether that was a blessing or a curse. He glanced around, vaguely recognizing some faces but not caring enough to acknowledge anyone.

His eyes drifted to the door as more students shuffled in—and then, of course, she walked in. Y/n, his sworn enemy, the girl who took the last donut and smiled at him as if she hadn't committed a crime against humanity. She sat a couple of rows ahead of him, chatting with someone else, completely unaware of the silent feud raging in his mind.

He sighed, burying his head in his hands. “I can’t escape her,” he muttered under his breath.

The professor cleared his throat at the front of the room, silencing the chatter. “Alright, everyone. Today, we’re starting the partner project I mentioned last week. I’ll be assigning the pairs. No, you don’t get to choose.”

Riwoo groaned internally. “Great,” he thought sarcastically. “Just what I need. Some random classmate to drag me down.”

The professor began rattling off names, pairing students up row by row. Riwoo wasn’t really listening until he heard—

“Lee Sanghyuk and... Jung Y/n.”

His heart stopped. Her? He blinked in disbelief, sitting up straight in his chair. “No way,” he whispered to himself, cursing under his breath. Out of all the people in this class, he had to be partnered with her? The universe was mocking him.

“Of course,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Of course, it’s her.”

As if on cue, Y/n turned around in her seat, flashing him that sweet, innocent smile again. She waved lightly. “Sanghyuk! Looks like we’re partners!” she said brightly, as if this were the best news she’d heard all day.

He forced a tight smile, trying to mask the turmoil swirling inside him. “Y-yeah,” he said, his voice strained. “Lucky me.”

She hopped out of her seat and moved to sit beside him, dropping her bag on the desk with a friendly grin. “I’m so glad! I was really hoping I’d get someone I know. This project’s gonna be so much fun!”

Riwoo blinked at her enthusiasm. Fun? The word echoed in his mind like some kind of cruel joke. How could she be so cheerful when she was his nemesis? She had no idea what kind of rivalry she’d unknowingly sparked.

He shot a quick glance around the room, hoping no one else noticed the sheer irony of this situation. Meanwhile, she was already pulling out her notebook, flipping to a fresh page with a determined look on her face. “So, I was thinking we could divide the work evenly. I’ll handle the research part, if you’re cool with the writing. Or we could switch if that’s better for you.”

Riwoo blinked, thrown off by her kindness. “Uh... yeah, sure. Whatever works,” he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Y/n beamed at him. “Great! We make a good team already, huh?”

His jaw clenched slightly. A good team? Was she serious? Didn’t she realize she had stolen his donut, smiled at him like nothing happened, and now, the universe was forcing them to work together? This was some next-level psychological warfare.

She glanced at him, noticing his quietness. “Are you okay? You seem... tense.”

“Tense?” he repeated, trying to laugh it off. “No, no. I’m fine.” Inside, though, he was still cursing his luck. How could she be so oblivious?

“Awesome! I’ll message you tonight with some ideas so we can start brainstorming,” she said, already scribbling down some notes. “I’m really looking forward to this!”

He stared at her, utterly baffled. How could someone be this sweet? And why did it feel like it made the whole situation worse?

“Yeah... me too,” he mumbled, forcing a smile. But inside, all he could think was, This is going to be a nightmare.

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Riwoo pushed open the door to the bakery, the familiar scent of fresh pastries filling the air. His eyes instinctively scanned the room for her, the girl who had unknowingly become the source of his donut-related anguish.

There she was—sitting at a table near the window, already settled in. She was leaning over her notebook, scribbling something down, but as he approached, she looked up and met his gaze with that same sweet smile. The one that used to make his blood boil.

“Hey, Sanghyuk!” Y/n greeted, her voice cheerful as she waved him over. “I went ahead and got us some desserts. I hope that’s okay.”

Riwoo raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the table. There, in front of her, was a plate with an assortment of donuts. Glazed, powdered, chocolate—every kind imaginable. His heart sank, and then leapt, all at once.

“I didn’t know what flavors you liked,” she continued with an innocent shrug, “so I just got a bunch. I figured we could share. I love donuts. They’re one of my favorites.”

His brain short-circuited for a moment. Did she just say donuts are her favorite?

“You... you like donuts?” he asked, cautiously sitting down across from her, eyes still fixated on the pile of pastries.

She giggled lightly. “Yeah, they’re my absolute favorite. I probably eat way too many of them, but I can’t help it. They’re so good, right?”

Riwoo blinked, stunned. This couldn’t be real. The girl who had taken the last donut in front of him—his enemy, his nemesis—also loved donuts? The very thing that had sparked his irrational rivalry?

“Uh... yeah, they’re my favorite too,” he admitted, leaning back in his chair as his mind reeled. “I didn’t know.”

She beamed, looking genuinely pleased. “Really? That’s awesome! We’ve got something in common then. Maybe we should work at bakeries instead of focusing on this project,” she joked, popping a small piece of donut into her mouth.

Riwoo couldn’t help but stare at her, dumbfounded. This was the same girl he’d been holding a grudge against for days—over a donut, no less—and now, here she was, sharing donuts with him, unknowingly erasing the rivalry he’d built in his head.

His initial instinct was to remain defensive, but as he watched her happily munch on the pastries, a strange realization crept in. She wasn’t his enemy. In fact, she might actually be... nice. Maybe even too nice.

“She’s not that bad,” he muttered under his breath, leaning forward to grab a donut from the plate. His one-sided rivalry suddenly seemed ridiculous. Maybe he could put it on hold, at least for now.

“What was that?” Y/n asked, looking up from her notebook.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, offering a half-smile as he took a bite of his donut. “Just thinking... maybe we make a good team after all.”

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[insilanar]

Any lestappen fic rec to share ? 😣 Any favourite author on ao3! I need some!

Hi anon 😘 Of course! In fact I've actually been working on a personal fic rec, so I'm glad I get to share it with you!

Here you go, hope you enjoy <3

Lestappen fic rec

Short-ish fics 🩵

control systems a College AU by @itsgoingdutchin2021 | 1.2 k

Summary:

Due to an unfortunate encounter in their freshman year, both Charles and Max hate each other. Then they are assigned a group project.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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your hands are cold a High School AU by dhufflebee | 3.9 k

Summary:

“I feel like this event should really be called ‘Frosty Fusion’ or something like that.”“That is, of course, incredibly stupid.”“Hey!”“It doesn’t mean that ‘Snowmen Competition’ isn’t the most boring name ever, though.”OR: long-time friends and rivals Charles and Max hail from neighboring schools, and brave the biting cold, the challenges of snow sculpture, and their own buried feelings

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Kiss It Goodbye (Your Little Panic Attack) F1 Fic by @celientjeee | 5.1 k

Summary:

‘What- How did you do that?’ Charles asked, he still felt a bit shaken and hot, but the tingling had disappeared.Max smiled at him and let his hands drop away from Charles’ cheeks.‘I once read that holding your breath could stop a panic attack and when I kissed you, you held your breath.’‘I did?’ Charles winced at how high his voice sounded. OR: Charles gets a panic attack and Max helps him (more than once)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Fics between 10 k and 20 k 🧡

Cheating at Bingo and Other Christmas Traditions a Cozy Winter AU by @wanderingblindly | 12.4 k

Summary:

"You know, there’s a very nice, very handsome young man in my neighborhood –” She starts back up, flagging down their waiter for another glass of wine.“Absolutely not,” He cuts her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. “Next topic.”“So you’re too good for him, is that it?” She sounds defensive, but her tone still has a mocking edge to it – emphasized by the quirk of her brows.Hardly holding back a groan, Charles tries to think of a way out of this. She’s like a cat, batting at him until he gives up, rolls over, and plays dead. “That’s not – I’m just busy, and it’s –” OR: Hallmark style fluff featuring an irritated Charles, a well-meaning Max, and the grandma that just wants them to kiss

Rating: General Audiences

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Golden Hour a Uni AU by Chariots4 | 13.2 k

Summary:

Max is a great roommate. So great that when Lando asks him to be part of a music video he’s filming he does so, without asking what it will be about.Turns out he will have to model with no other than Charles Leclerc. As lovers. The two men’s desire to not be outdone by the other takes the whole thing to new levels.

Rating: Explicit

-> This is also a personal favorite of mine since it was my first ever Formula 1 RPF fic and honestly, it's written amazingly well!👌

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oui chef a Chef AU by @sunshineyoujustwait | 16.2 k

Summary:

There’s someone standing in his kitchen.He looks young, maybe close to Max’s age, with messy dark brown hair that’s pulled back from his face by a red bandana, and he’s leaning against the kitchen counter like he’s supposed to be here.Max’s first rather unhelpful thought is; fuck, he’s gorgeous. His second, more reasonable thought is;“Who the fuck are you?”“Charles Leclerc,” the man smiles. It's a little bit dazzling and Max is not at all distracted by it. He extends his hand for Max to shake. “I’m your new executive sous chef.” OR: Max is very happy with his life, thank you very much. He has his restaurant, his team, and two Michelin stars at the age of 24. He definitely does not need some pretentious Monegasque chef coming in and throwing everything into chaos.Except, maybe he does.

Rating: General Audiences

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you got me a College AU by @fueledbyremembering | 16.6 k

Summary:

When Max looks up he stares into pretty green eyes behind black rimmed glasses. His hand is still blindly feeling around to find the books—his brain lagging—as he stares at the guy from last night. He straightens up and Max follows, staring dumbly as he holds out the books for Max to take.“Thanks,” Max says, feeling like an idiot as he takes the books, their fingers brushing for a split second. This was not how he wanted to meet again. “Again, I’m so sorry.”The guy smiles and Max thinks he might just die a little when he notices he has dimples. Of course he has dimples. OR: Max falls head over heels for the cute guy at a college party and he can't stop thinking about him (aka the lestappen college au nobody needs).

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

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Fics above 30 k ❤

Late night devil put your hands on me a Thief/Detective AU by @f1-giuki | 42.1 k

Summary:

"Do you want to know what is more incredible?" Max asks, staring at Charles' full and round pecs without any shame. "What?" Charles asks, enjoying how Max's cheeks get redder and redder as he licks clean the fork. "Stealing the Nine Pieces of Eight, with me," Max says and Charles drops his fork in the plate. "The Nine pieces of eight? Isn't that like a legend? The owner of those artworks is unknown…" The Monegasque asks, furrowing his brows. Max grins and rolls his eyes. "I know a guy..." Max says, pulling Charles close by the elastic band of his boxers. OR: World-class thief Max Verstappen asks Interpol Detective Charles Leclerc out on a date (to put on the world's most complicated heist ever conceived) but things never go as planned.

Rating: Mature

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To Your Heart’s Content a Mafia AU by @cornerofacry | 119.4 k

Summary:

Max pinched the bridge of his nose as he went into the car. Before his chauffeur could close the door, however, Daniel leant in, having rushed from the bar’s entrance."I forgot to tell you…" the Australian begun, his face serious and grave.Max gritted his teeth, silently nodding for the man to continue. He couldn’t stand much more. He wanted to scream at the entire world. To run home and hide and force some sense down his own throat.To put himself back together."I left a- a gift at your house. For your birthday… I planned it long ago, before-""Alright," Max cut him, short and harsh. OR: Charles, a high end prostitute, finds himself in the arms of a man who really, really, cares for him, despite the gun on his nightstand.

Rating: Explicit

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Favorite lestappen authors 💕

NovaCloud, Richardmarie75, WanderingBlindly, xxcelientje, amarynas, charlescoded, LestappenForever, linearity

Note to the authors: If your fic is on here and you would like me to take it down I will. Feel free to just dm me about it or drop and ask 😌

And anon I hope you find something you like on this list!

[mazeinthemiroh]

I have a fluffy thought about skz Hyung line, and was wondering what signs they would show when they’re in love with someone 🥺❤️ like it makes me bust an uwu thinking about them being so sweet with someone

signs stray kids would show when they're in love (hyung line)

genre: fluff + romance

word count: 0.8k

warnings: they're all simps (but yall knew that anyway 😚)

please like and reblog if you enjoy <3

bangchan

he catches himself falling for you when he's smiling like an idiot every time he receives a text from you. his dimples are on full display as he reads the simple, sweet message you sent him

he's a simp and he can't help it

with you, in person, he feels like h can relax with you and let his inner self come to life

constant conversations and speculations and rants about his favourite shows and what happened at work that day and what's the best takeaway food, etc etc... chan is very good at talking, we know this. but he feels like talking with you he is able to express himself fully and be his dorky self <3

will initiate physical contact (shyly, at first.) he's very physically affectionate and even if you're not dating, if you guys are really close friends and he has these intense feelings for you, he can't help but ask you if you're comfortable with him being physically affectionate

and when you say yes, he's bashful about it. will initiate little touches here and there, which seems to brew up an electric kind of tension. and god, does he love it

overall, the main sign that he is in love is the way he looks at you - such genuine admiration in those adoring eyes

minho

he tries to control these light, happy feelings that keep bubbling up when he sees you

but he can't. not for too long

a bashful smile, and a playful side-eye. perfect glares and jeering remarks and oh, how he loves your interactions.

in fact, he lives for them; gushing over them like he's never had a crush before. because he knew deep down this was something much more.

he's a tease - his daring nature and mocking humour mixed with his cute and awkward execution seemed to add to his charm, if that was even humanly possible. he just had it all.

but his wicked games and playful habits don't fool anyone. the tips of his ears turning red and the persistent sparkle in his eyes give him away. he's not fooling anyone.

and despite his somewhat interesting mannerisms, you tend to soften his usual harshness. he would be more sensitive to your thoughts and wants to learn about your opinions on things

he feels like he can talk forever with you because the conversation between you both flows so naturally, which is a realisation that makes his heart skips a beat

he just feels like you get him

changbin

he's subtler than the rest

and for him, 'love' is such a deep emotion. he does fall for someone easily - this someone needs to have something truly special about them in order for binnie to fall for them. after all, he knows and likes a lot of people, being the social butterfly he is

so when he is in love, he's likely to want to be around you a whole lot more

spending most if not all his time with you

inviting you out to meet his friends

he wants you to be involved in his social life, even if you are on the quieter side. he just views you as such an important person in his life that it only makes sense for him to introduce you to those he speaks so highly of

there a times were he catches himself thinking more romantically than he ever thought he would - he's captivated by your laugh, the way it lingers and hangs and ingrains itself in his heart

and soon he is not so subtle with his love for you, finding it so incredibly easy to compliment you on everything you do. he praises you even when you don't deem yourself worthy of praise

he's a very happy man indeed

hyunjin

he has tunnel vision

it seems you are the only one who matters to him. yes, you're the only one he sees in a crowded room. yes, you're the only one whose opinions matter to him

he wants to be close with you and only you - and he actively seeks out that closeness

you fascinate him immensely. your thoughts, feelings, speculations on life, opinions on death - the whole package, that's what he wants to know. so if he asks you questions upon questions, it's because he is interested, and could listen to you talk for ages

enthralled by your beauty, your life, your approach to people around you

maybe he romanticises things too much with his pages of poetry about the pattern in your eyes

or the watercolours he paints, attempting to capture the curves in your face, the tone of your skin he's addicted to, the body he can't help but trail his eyes over when he sees you

but he's frustrated as he writes and paints because he knows it won't be the same. it doesn't capture the perfectness that is you.

skz taglist: @hearts4sungie, @seokshineswiftie, @alyszaen, @jtrstp, @a-wandering-stay, @hyungenie5, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @chammak-challokys

[whywasthissohardtomake]

So idk if any of you read metempsychosis by deserts (https://archiveofourown.org/works/17497238) but these next thoughts are heavily inspired by the premise of their fic (not really what happens or the execution tho).

rubs hands together so, bro's reincarnated in an Earth-C that worships the beta kids as gods. he grows up in an orphanage of the witch of space. and there's never quite enough food to go around, and he gets into a lot of fights, but life is decent. And then the dreams start. He dreams he's bigger, wider, stronger. That he lives somewhere up high. somewhere hot. he's got enough food but he still seems to fight. and there's this boy. this boy who's bro's age and looks kinda like him. same freckles, same nose, same too-thin too-strong body. and he watches, trapped inside this man, as he fights the kid. kicks him. beats him. leaves him with scars that won't heal nice. he'll wake up, panting for breath and have to remember how to work his body again. one that's small again. and it happens. every. night. he tries to do things for the kid in his dreams. tries to buy food with the big man's body, hide it in the boy's closet because the swords are in the fridge. but he can't do much. only things that he glimpses the big man would want to do. he can only sieze on desires burried deep in the body he's riding. push them to the forefront, be a little voice that says "he's had enough. he's learned. he needs stitches, c'mon."

its not enough. it doesnt feel like its enough. but he tries, and sometimes he succeeds and he stares at the boy and hopes that one day he gets out. and then, when bro is somewhere between 21-25, he looks in the mirror and sees the big man. bro doesn't wear hats, hates them in fact. has different scars, less scars. but they look the same. same build, same height, same face. he punches the mirror and with blood on his knuckles, he runs. he runs and runs and runs until hes in front of a temple hes never been in before. hes gone to the witch's temple plenty. likes to garden for it, plant the pumpkins for the festivals, likes to work with his hands. and hes been to the breath and light temple a couple of times. hes not really religious, but he still goes. he doesn't go to the knight of time's temple. doesn't know why but he's always shied away from it. he'll look at it and something will say "no. not there. don't." but today he doesn't care. today he's in the body of a monster and he doesn't care. and so he walks in. and there's a statue in the temple. and it's the boy. and it's they boy. and for the first time in fifteen years, he cries. he sobs for forgiveness, but gets no answer.

the dreams stop. he gives every mirror in his house to charity shops. he changes his routes so he never passes by the temple of the knight. not on accident not on purpose. and he puts all his effort into not being like the monster that he was. (because that was him. he beat that little boy black and blue. left him with scars and broken bones and things that would never heal). he works at a mechanics. but he doesnt go farther than that. doesnt build things himself. refuses to look into robotics. he doesn't go to clubs, only listens to the things the monster wouldve mocked the boy for (the knight. it was the knight. and what kind of power must the monster have had to ruin a god. what kind of strength must the knight have had to get away). he doesn't have friends, but he knows people. the priests at the space temple, the heads of some orphanages, his coworkers at the shop. he gardens every weekend, and scrounges what he can to give to the kids. he tries not to interact with them too much. scared of them he thinks (scared of himself he knows.) but they know him, know that theyll get a little something extra when he stops by. they don't crowd though, and he's grateful in a way he refuses to examine.

and then one day, he sees the boy. not a boy anymore, must be bro's age or older, but the boy just the same. and he says, "hi, i'm dave." and bro can't say anything. just looks at him, not sure what his face is doing but not really caring. and the boy (dave, dave, he has a name, he's real and alive) holds out his arms, kinda awkward, kinda shy. and bro collapses into them. he shakes and shudders and clutches at this man, at dave, at the boy he couldn't save, who he hurt. and dave just kind of shushes him. "it's okay, bro. it's okay."

[anotherhumaninthisworld]

The best moments in the revolution (in your opinion)?

Desmoulins and Robespierre basically breaking up because the former used Rousseau against the latter in public after just having been mocked for his journal by him:

Robespierre: …I end by asking that [Desmoulins’] numbers be treated like the aristocrats who buy them, with the contempt that profanity deserves. I propose to the Society to burn them in the middle of the room (There is applause several times; Robespierre's speech was interrupted by applause and bursts of laughter).

Desmoulins: That's very well said, Robespierre, but I'll answer you like Rousseau: "To burn is not to answer."

Robespierre: How dare you still want to justify works that delight the aristocracy? Learn, Camille, that if you were not Camille, one could not have so much indulgence for you. 

Pétion spending an excessive amount of ink insisting he did not get hard from sleeping in the same room as two stranger women while on the run from the authorities after the Insurrection of May 31 in his memoirs. Like, thanks for specifying Jérôme, but I never really thought that was a climate where such feelings grow in the first place…

There were two beds without curtains, two very dark little closets serving as wardrobes, a window overlooking the street, a small fireplace, and two or three chairs. So here I am, alone in a room with two young persons of interesting countenance, undressing myself, going to bed before them; then they get undressed and go to bed before me. I felt, I confess, these embarrassments of decency, which they no doubt felt even more than I did. But it was easy to see how much the generous action which they knew removed from their souls those ideas which might have troubled them. They did not even make any of those reflections which bring out the delicacy of the circumstance. I need not say that I did not allow myself any of these remarks, any of these jokes which could frighten the most severe modesty. I even confess that I experienced none of these sensations, none of these desires so natural that they are involuntary in the man whom nature has made truly man. I would have shamed myself if I had been tempted to abuse this touching hospitality. I was a brother with sisters.

Charlotte Robespierre arranging a meeting between Maurice Gaillard and Couthon so the former can plead for clemency for some people, eavesdropping to their entire conversation, throwing herself upon Couthon and holding him still once he (supposedly) makes a move to call for his body guards to arrest Gaillard, gets Gaillard to escape, makes Couthon ashamed over having attempted to ”immolate a friend that I had brought to his house,” goes and finds Gaillard and remains completely cool when he loudly asks her what the f she thought she was doing, answering that he would have been executed had she not intervened, that Couthon was only trying to deceive him and finally that he ought to flee Paris, something which Gaillard also agrees to do. Then years after the fact Gaillard recounts and records this anecdote for his BFF Fouché, only in this version, Charlotte’s identity is for some reason kept a secret and she’s only described as ”a lady.” Coincidence much…?

Camille getting smacked in the face with his latest number of Révolutions de France et de Brabant by a bookstore clerk, responding by saying he has a gun and could blow his offenders brain’s out, but simply opting for hitting him once with his cane.

Saint-Just playing with a rifle, accidentally firing a shot that almost kills his fellow representative on mission and then throwing himself in the guy’s arms in shock.

Robespierre being hypocrite 101 by expelling a member from the jacobins with the motivation: ”Brichet talks to you about this faction, but he does not name the individuals, he does not designate the traitors who must be punished. When revenge is demanded against representatives who are not named, the whole Convention believes itself threatened and exposed to great misfortunes. So the real traitors are those who put forward such motions.” Should have really taken your own advice there four months later, Max…

Louise de Kéralio-Robert exclaiming she will stab Danton if her husband doesn’t survive the Insurrection of August 10, alarming Lucile Desmoulins to the extent she keeps an eye on her for the entire rest of the night, a reaction that becomes much more understandable once you realize Louise had actually threatened three men harassing her with a knife just a week earlier…  

The fact that a pamphlet with the name ”Conspiracy formed from 5 préréal [sic] by nine representatives of the people against Maximilien Robespierre, to stab him in the middle of the senate”exists.

Camille and Marat spending several pages of their public newspapers arguing because Camille got a word misprinted (”apostate” instead of ”apostolate”)

Not really the revolution, but all the times Napoleon is recorded to have lamented the fact he did not have Fouché executed.

The fact both Fouché and Robespierre seemingly each courted a girl and then contributed to getting two of her family members executed.

Françoise Hébert telling her accusers that she ”has never known her husband to be a conspirator, if he was he would have died by her hand,” during her trial.

Collot d’Herbois trying to defenestrate Robespierre, failing, and immediately trying to hug him as an apology.

[nswerlvr]

Lily’s lost the plot kinda ?

Morrow Lily x fem!member reader

— Trainee Days

The JYP practice room was a flurry of movement as trainees bustled about, perfecting their dance routines. In one corner, Lily and Y/n were working through a particularly challenging choreography.

Y/n wiped sweat from her brow, frustration evident. “I swear, this move is impossible. I keep messing up.”

Lily, glancing up from her own practice, smirked. “Not impossible. Just tricky. Here, let me show you.” She adjusted her stance and executed the move with effortless precision.

Y/n watched with a mix of admiration and mock annoyance. “Great, now I have to live up to your dance prowess. Thanks for making me look even worse.”

“Hey, you’re doing better than you think,” Lily said, nudging Y/n playfully. “Besides, I’m just here to help you avoid looking like a clumsy mess. We all know I’m the clumsy one in the duo.”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, right. Like I don’t remember you tripping over your own feet during the last practice.”

“True, true,” Lily admitted, laughing. “But at least I’ve got your back. Let’s try this again. And this time, less spaghetti arms.”

With renewed determination, Y/n followed Lily’s lead, gradually mastering the move. “Thanks for the help,” Y/n said with a grin. “And for not laughing too hard.”

Lily gave her a warm smile. “Anytime. Just remember, we’re a team. We succeed or fail together.”

— “Lily’s Lost the Plot” Live

The set of Lily’s live show, “Lost the Plot,” was lively, Y/n had been invited as a special guest, adding a fresh spark to the episode.

As the live stream began, Lily waved energetically at the camera. “Hello, everyone! Welcome to another episode of ‘Lost the Plot.’ Today, I have a special guest—our very own Y/n from NMIXX!”

Y/n smiled and waved, looking slightly nervous but excited. “Hi, everyone!”

Lily turned to Y/n with a teasing glint in her eye. “So, Y/n, there’s been some buzz about you and Ni-ki from Enhypen. Care to share any details?”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Oh, Lily, come on. It’s nothing serious. We’re just friends.”

Lily leaned in with a playful smirk. “Just friends? I’m sure our nswers would love to hear more. How’s that friendship going?”

Y/n fidgeted with her microphone, trying to play it cool. “Really, Lily, there’s nothing to tell. We just hang out and talk like normal friends.”

“Sure, sure,” Lily said with a knowing look. “But you have to admit, it’s a little more fun to tease you about it.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Alright, you win. Just don’t expect me to spill any more details.”

“Deal,” Lily said with a grin. “But for now, let’s dive into today’s book. And remember, you’re always welcome to join me for more fun.”

They continued the show, their natural chemistry and playful banter making it a memorable episode. The genuine affection between them was clear, their easygoing interaction captivating viewers.

Post-Practice Snack

After another long practice session, Lily and Y/n found themselves in the break room, grabbing snacks and catching their breath.

“So, how was your day?” Lily asked, opening a packet of chips and offering some to Y/n.

Y/n took a handful, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Not too bad. Although, I might have accidentally spilled water all over the floor earlier. I’m a walking disaster today.”

Lily laughed, shaking her head. “Really? And here I thought I was the only one with clumsy moments. You’re in good company.”

“Well, if you weren’t so good at covering up your mess-ups, I might have been the clumsy one in our duo,” Y/n teased, taking a sip of her drink.

Lily raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And what about that time you tripped over your own feet in the middle of a performance?”

“Hey, that was one time,” Y/n said defensively. “And I’ve learned to laugh it off.”

“Exactly,” Lily agreed, nudging her gently. “Laughing off our mistakes is what makes us a great team. We’ve got each other’s backs, no matter what.”

Y/n smiled, feeling a surge of warmth. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks for always being there.”

“Of course,” Lily said, her tone softening. “That’s what big sisters are for.”

They chatted and laughed together, their bond evident in every interaction. The playful teasing and mutual support made their time together both enjoyable and comforting.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

What r ur thoughts on HopelesslyDevoted(Chidi x Vincent)? :3 they’re sooo doomed bodyguard x boss yaoi

I HAVE. SO MANY. THOUGHTS.

Once again you poisoned my brain, thank you. Ever since that gorgeous fic...dang. Well, now I can yap about it!

TW: mentions of drug use and an abusive family, and NSFW stuff

Okay so first of all, let's think about the nature of a personal bodyguard in the JW universe. This is not just anyone who has the necessary qualifications. This has to be someone who is willing to die for you and who absolutely will not betray. (I believe Gianna picked Cassian for that reason but that's another story). So Chidi did something for Vincent that proved he would be loyal to the death.

What did he do? I think he was a Myrmadon who was serving under Vincent's father, back when Vincent was younger (around college-age). So they've known each other for a long time - it's actually sort of a friends-to-lovers situation. He was around Vincent, but not allowed to speak to him most of the time - or at least, it would have been awkward to do so. He just watched him from afar and became very fond of him, and they talked occasionally. At some point, perhaps during an attack by a rival family, Chidi was ordered to focus on defending property or another De Gramont family member but he disobeyed and saved Vincent's life instead. You could even go so far as to say that he saved Vincent's life instead of his father's - that would be a lot of drama. In any case, he expected to be executed for what he did, but instead, Vincent made him his personal bodyguard.

Why is Chidi so in love loyal? Because he's thoroughly charmed by Vincent. He admires him in every way. Here is a man who's breathtakingly beautiful, wildly charismatic, intelligent, talented...don't get him started on it honestly, because he could praise Vincent forever. Vincent is also more social than Chidi could ever be (this is very much an extrovert-adopts-an-introvert situation). He sees Vincent's more potentially negative characteristics too, such as his pride and arrogance, but doesn't see them as flaws. He's also one of the few people who has really seen what Vincent has been through on a personal level. They don't often talk about it, but he witnessed Vincent being mistreated by his family pretty frequently and it made him massively protective. He gets why his bien-aimé is like this.

How did Vincent fall in love? Initially, Vincent mistreated Chidi a lot. He saw someone who was hopelessly devoted to him and thought, "What a fool. Well, at least I can use him." He never did anything really awful, but he was generally rude and mocking, didn't give Chidi any breaks when working, exploded at him in anger, that kind of thing. But over time, little moments of vulnerability happened that a bodyguard inevitably sees. Being tired after a long day. Getting sick. Breaking down after an argument. And Chidi always went out of his way to make sure Vincent was comfortable in moments like that. Vincent slowly started to notice. He also noticed things that he admired about Chidi - his calmness, his determination, his emotional intelligence, his skills with not just fighting, but also cooking and even sewing (idk why but I think he likes to sew and sewed a button back on for Vincent during a fashion emergency at some point). Eventually Vincent started to wonder and secretly hope that there could be something between them, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything - it would mean too much to him to have someone who genuinely cares for him. He didn't dare to confess his feelings and test whether it was true.

So instead he started fucking him, oops! Just casually. For fun. Because they're both hot. Definitely nothing more than that...next thing you know, they're married.

Miscellaneous Things:

They’re both good at fencing and sometimes they spar together. Chidi always lets Vincent win.

Chidi always reminds Vincent that it’s his job to take care of his health in all ways, including mentally and in terms of keeping him clean from drugs.

Chidi service top!!!!

Their relationship is part of the reason why the High Table is so queer accepting - Vincent is the most influential member other than the Elder himself, and he wasn’t going to put up with any nonsense about him and Chidi being together - happy pride!!

[highfantasy-soul]

NATLA - Episode 4: Into the Dark (3/3)

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

An explanation of what I'm doing here and my history with ATLA.

Of course, full spoilers ahead.

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Sokka's instincts make an appearance in this episode too as they're navigating the cave - love that Sokka is smart and figures out the stones light up in the dark - and even though his plan goes awry, just like in the animated show, sometimes his instincts are right, sometimes they're wrong - he's delving more into using his brains to help the group rather than just his battle prowess. Here is where the character beats between him and Katara in animated episodes like 'Jet' come to fruition alongside their interactions last episode.

In the animated version, they have a lot of time (ie beginning of every episode, so 20 times) to have the characters poking fun and mocking each other, but in only 8 episodes, that can feel like tonal whiplash if the characters swing from mocking to learning the lesson then back to mocking then learning the lesson then back to mocking then learning the lesson all in one episode - structurally, it just wouldn't work. Merging Katara's frustrations with Sokka always needing to be in charge and 'he knows best' into these two episodes really let that dynamic breathe, deepen, and be resolved in a satisfying way. They have a really sweet sibling moment reminiscing about home, and Sokka urges them to continue on, doing his best to be a good leader.

They both get to explain why they fell in with the people they did, how Sai helped Sokka and Jet helped Katara. The idea that we don't get through life alone, we need friends and mentors to help us along the way, is a huge part of 1) this episode with Aang and Bumi and 2) the entire series. I like how Katara reminded Sokka that when he was thrust into a leadership position, he didn't have anyone to help him through it - he was just given command and left to his own devices. It's a concept that comes up in the animated show too and I'm glad they're giving it time to breathe this season. Again, we're setting the foundation for character's core traits through the series, Sokka's being: a leader, strategist, inventor, and warrior.

I like that it's sibling love that saves the day in the caverns - I mean, first off, the power of MUSIC is what somehow got the badgermoles to guide them through the tunnels the first time, it makes sense that they'd be a bit more intellectually advanced and be able to sense emotions and follow verbal commands. And second, love the switcharoo with it not being the crystals but rather an emotional through-line. The OG was a bit eehhh for me because honestly, teasing that a KISS would light the way out (and some in the fandom STILL believing that's what got them to safety) is just….eewww to me. Very unnecessary especially since Katara and Aang are literal children. I'm more for them developing a strong platonic bond while they're this age because it really didn't feel organic to me for Aang and Katara to get together after Aang's whole crush that started from the first moment he saw her. It was a little too 'ok, you saved the world, now here's your reward: a woman' in the og for me. Not to say they can't fix that ship, but cutting it for now I think is a good move.

I do think this episode had some of the best moments and some of the most 'eh' storylines for me, so a mixed bag. I loved everything except the Bumi storyline, but again, I get what they were going for with it, I just think the execution could have been better - and by that I mean fully nix the 'crazy king' aspect of Bumi (which would have made the internet even madder than it already is) and just fully reshape his character to fit the tone of the live-action. Characters like Bumi are just SO over-the-top it's really hard to get that balance right in live-action.

But as far as criticisms go, it's pretty mild compared to a lot of plotlines I forgive in other favorite shows, so - eh *shrug* I'll live.

These past two episodes were quite annoying to analyze beside the OG because I'm rewatching the animated version to make sure I get specifics right and these episodes covered are all so late in the season! Omashu happens, then I had to go through storylines that show up later in the live-action but happen earlier in the animated. But, rewatching the OG is always good for me and I stand by the assessment that nothing got messed up plot-wise moving those later storylines up to here, rather I think it built an even stronger foundation for the heavier stuff to come like the Spirit World and the Blue Spirit storylines.

[frogofalltime]

23.02.2024

today i had no classes at all so i let myself sleep in without an alarm. i had around 10 hours of sleep and when i got up i felt a lot more well rested than i have in a long time.

i brought my notebook, pens, and ipad to the kitchen and got started with studying immediately after eating breakfast. this was a very smart idea because normally executive dysfunction means i procrastinate for hours between tasks, but today i had all the things i needed to do my work straight away.

i watched and took notes on a lecture that i missed last week, it was about jawless vertebrates (lampreys and hagfish) and it was very interesting. i drew lots of weird little creatures.

then i took a break to use the bathroom, pray, and eat lunch. i didn't bother getting changed out of my pyjamas, because i was feeling very sick from The Plague™️, and i wasn't planning on leaving the flat, and i also needed to shower before i could put clean clothes on anyway because i was a Stinky Rat Boy

after that i started working on a coursework project that i should've started months ago but it felt too daunting. it took many hours and i sent a few rants to @etherealspacejelly and @mollusc-consultant but eventually i got it done. there's just one more task i need to do for that project which is a mock interview, i am still putting that off because Autism™️, but the deadline is in just under two weeks so i have time. when i've done that it will hopefully be ready to submit.

i also looked on the university website to find out when all my deadlines are and i put them into my reminders app so i would not forget. this made me feel a lot more organised and on top of things rather than like i was drowning under stress.

then i put away my laundry which had been hanging to dry in my room all week; i didn't realise how much it was stressing me out until it was all put away and i finally had space to move around in my room again. you know what maybe marie kondo is right and an uncluttered home is the most important thing for mental health after all

after prayer time i decided to cook a proper meal for dinner and i called my mother while i did that. she gets worried if i don't talk to her a few times per week. little things did annoy me, like how she said "i always love hearing from my daughter", and when i compared myself to the cat saying i was "so sleepy all the time like meery" (because i keep having to take naps recently) she was like "yes he's a sleepy boy and you're a sleepy girl" :/ but oh well it doesn't matter.

i ate dinner and i was reading percy jackson when my Cool Gay Flatmate walked into the kitchen. she was wearing a really nice outfit which was similar to the kind of clothes i usually wear, and she's dyed her hair green and cut it shorter, and she has a nose ring and other piercings, basically she's exactly the kind of person i want to be friends with, but i Literally Never See Her because she's always staying at her girlfriend's house or visiting family and stuff. i have such a huge platonic crush on her :')

she noticed i was reading percy jackson and got excited about it and we both nerded out about it for a while, which was super fun !! she likes one of my special interests omg !! but she had to go because she was going to be late for something, which was sad because i really want to spend more time with her !! also i was kinda embarrassed because she always bumps into me when i'm like. in my pyjamas and sick and desperately need a shower. but i want her to see me when i'm wearing my daytime clothes and not Dishevelled™️ so she thinks i am cool aaaaa

then i washed my dishes and went to take a shower but it was hard and i procrastinated a lot. afterwards i felt a lot better though. being greasy and stinky is Not fun

i put on clean pyjamas and went back to the kitchen to eat a snack before bed. i have such a huge appetite recently, i can't stop eating, and it's kind of scary, but i am trying really hard to honour my body's needs. i ended up eating twice as much chocolate as i had intended to eat, but i have to remember that it's okay. i'm finally eating what my body wants after more than ten years of neglecting it and i think that's extremely important.

@parasite-2 sent robin a mathematics challenge and robin asked me to help, so i spent two hours puzzling over it which was So Much Fun. i forgot how much i enjoy doing maths questions. its probably also good for my brain, right ? maybe i should do this more often as self care.

then i finally went to bed, i changed my pillow case because i had just washed my hair and that's the Rules. i was feeling very ill again, i couldn't stop coughing and my back hurt a lot, so it took ages for me to get to sleep. i think i finally fell asleep around 2am.

[brdpch]

{3} a game of cats, mice and hearts like ice

desktop: previous ✧ next mobile: previous ✧ next

synopsis: in the world of deadly games and their lives at risk, a very smart medical student meets a very cunning girl who claims his life as hers.

warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic descriptions of violence, sexual abuse, substance abuse, niragi, literally everything, you name it.

formatting: it's a glued-together dynamic roleplay between me and @bvrdel-mama, so the replies are separated by ♠♥♦♣, and the dialogues are written like — This. — yes, the symbols look horrible on mobile - we'll try to fix that in the future. or not. who knows.

statistics: 1,542 words 8,250 characters.

author's note: it's a mix of manga!chishiya with show!chishiya, anddd i think that's it for today's note.

Chishiya smirked sarcastically, putting his chin upwards and glancing the girl up and down a few times, completely ignoring Niragi who looked like steam could burst out of his ears any second now. Shuntarō would admit that it made him a bit giggly inside - getting on Niragi's nerves.

— Ah yes, of course, personal connections are really important. — he said. — Cultivate them until you're alive, I won't stand in the way of a true connection. — he added, handing Unmei a crumpled piece of paper with the number of their assigned car, as he prepared to leave.

♠♥♦♣

Parting ways with Niragi wasn't that hard - the militant already showed everyone who Unmei belongs to, and he was sure he didn't have to prove it to someone like Chishiya - an emotionally unavailable sociopath and a rival of some sorts.

They got by without kissing, or rather - devouring - each other, and Unmei obediently followed Chishiya.

— Sooo~ — she sang cheerfully. — What's your specialty? For how long are you the executive?

♠♥♦♣

Shuntaro gave Niragi a mocking salute before turning around, not waiting for Unmei. He walked in the front, the girl tailing behind him - both of them heading towards the parking lot. Even though everyone else around them were running, Chishiya stuck to his usual, slow pace, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, his hair up in a bun.

He turned over his shoulder and gave Unmei a passing glance

— You'll see. — he answered briefly. — Oh, you know, a while now. — he shrugged.

♠♥♦♣

She pouted and exhaled loudly.

— Aww, come on! You said it yourself, to cultivate connections as long as we're alive. I'm trying to get to know you, silly.

Her lips were coated in sugar and colorful ice cream sprinkles, her voice dripping with maple syrup, her body language nothing but open. She caught up to Chishiya and leaned slightly towards him, her hands connected behind her back.

♠♥♦♣

Shuntarō scoffed and shook his head

— I am here to grade your performance in the game, not to cultivate our connection. — he responded. — Focusing on the task ahead should be your main priority now. — Shuntarō added, shrugging

Chishiya analyzed her with a passing glance. She was really good at this socializing dance, he could see how she can make many friends and connections at The Beach. He could also see how she wrapped the psycho around her finger.

♠♥♦♣

— I am stressed, a bit. — Unmei bit her lower lip, averting her gaze in a nervous gesture. — That's how I cope.

After that explanation, she turned back to Chishiya, now with a little more confidence.

— When I become an executive, we'll meet plenty of times. Why not start getting to know each other now? Let me break the ice, would you prefer that?

♠♥♦♣

Shuntarō wondered if she really was stressed or was that part of her game. Maybe both. He then nodded, noticing how she phrased the sentence.

— If you become one of the executives, there will be plenty of time to get to know each other. — he answered coldly, closing her eyes and raising his eyebrows.

— If that makes you feel less stressed, go ahead. — he sighed.

♠♥♦♣

Before Unmei became a stripper, she was a sales manager, and what she did right now was a success, getting to melt the ice just a little bit, for her question to be answered „yes”. There's this theory - if a client agrees to something three times, there's no problem in selling the product, and so far these teachings were proven to be true. Invented and analyzed over the years by best corporate salesmen around the world, these methods never really disappointed Chishiya's current companion.

— I'm Unmei, and I love riddles. Do you like riddles and puzzles too?

♠♥♦♣

Shuntarō felt the subtle way she tried to wiggle herself into his good will. Although he thought it sounded like a question you could ask a child - a simple one. There was a trick to it, though it was lost on him.

— Oh, you love riddles, huh? — he smirked. — Here is a riddle for you then: they sometimes call me a king, I do see, hiss and have sharp fangs, although I possess no scales or venom. What am I? — he inquired.

♠♥♦♣

— Hmm… — she waited for a moment, furrowing brows, her gaze now focused somewhere in the distance. She looked like she's thinking really hard. — Oh, is that a lion, perhaps? Is it? — she added happily, beaming even.

♠♥♦♣

Chishiya's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.

— Hm, that seven of diamonds was not an accidental win then. — he whistled mockingly.

Oh, she was really good at this game. Sure, he'll play. For now.

♠♥♦♣

She smiled nicely, mentally rolling her eyes.

— Oh, why so mean? Is that your coping mechanism?

♠♥♦♣

Chishiya shrugged. He never cared much about if people liked him or not.

— I don't know, maybe? — he said. — I am not good at socializing, prefer my own company. — he added, and he was honest.

♠♥♦♣

Unmei nodded.

— Sorry, I was so focused on your riddle, I didn't get your name?

Of course she knew he never introduced himself in the first place.

♠♥♦♣

— Chishiya. — he said, looking into her eyes for the first time. Were hers as cold as his, he wondered.

♠♥♦♣

— That's a nice name. — she stated, before her next question. — So, riddle me this. I wield and rule with a broken sword, distinguishing real kings from tyrants. What am I?

They already got in the car; driving with an idealist and a militant. Unmei seated in the back, next to Chishiya - she sat in the middle seat, just to be closer, so she could hear him better, so she could cage him, dominate him with her presence.

She wasn't sure if that would work, but it was fun to try it out, no?

Her gaze was now warm like a sunny day, except he watched the golden rays behind a thick wall of ice. Others wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but he could.

♠♥♦♣

Chishiya furrowed his brows. This one was certainly more difficult than the one he asked, he noticed.

— I have a couple of answers coming to my mind right away, although let me think on it for a bit. — he answered, getting into the car they were assigned.

The backseat had plenty of room but the woman situated herself in the middle seat next to him. Shuntarō spread his legs as far apart as he could, placing his hands in the pockets of his swimsuit, relaxing into the leather seat, completely unfazed by her closeness.

— Meanwhile, — he said, putting hands on his thighs. — I have another riddle which begs to be solved.

He briefly looked at the two passengers riding with them, analyzed them for a second and then nodded to himself before speaking in fluent English.

— [english] What about your real name? It would only be fair, because I was honest. By the way, that's an intriguing choice of your pseudonym. Unmei means fate. — he tilted his head. — Hmm…

♠♥♦♣

He could manspread all he wanted, Unmei just pushed her legs to the side to the empty seat, leaning a little bit closer, hoping it might cause a bit of discomfort. She smelled like candy floss and a bit of sweat, and the faint light of the moon and lit screens pointing towards a game arena made the glitter on her cheekbones shine with rainbow colors. He could see it up close now. too close, probably.

— Ah, I'm glad I could surprise you! — she exclaimed, then chuckled lightly. — [english]You see, — she started, following the language of choice. — [english] You need your names, because you don't know who you are. I know who I am, so I don't need a name. — she answered and something in her smile shifted. It was no longer an innocent twinkle, now having a more mysterious twist.

♠♥♦♣

Shuntarō noticed that Unmei was definitely trying to make him uncomfortable by getting all close to him, she was so close he could smell a sweet scent - was that her skin or a perfume? - he thought. It was an honest trial, although a futile one. Shuntarō just sat there with a very bored expression on his face, staring at the passing buildings through the main window. He never once looked at Unmei up to this point. Chishiya chuckled at the first part, but turned to Unmei when she too switched languages.

— [english] Interesting philosophy. Utterly idiotic, but interesting. — Chishiya answered coldly, looking into Unmei's eyes. — [english] The question was asked out of pure courtesy. You can call yourself however you want. — he said mirroring her smile and shrugging.

There she is, Chishiya thought - this is her monster which she hid under the mask of stupidness and cuteness. He was right, yet again.

taglist: @dodobirdxxx @proseinborderland

[south-of-heaven]

hey! for ronda x nattie x reader i wanted to side with ronda. Sorry i didn’t clarify!

PLT || Ronda Rousey x Reader x Natalya Neidhart

Summary: When Ronda decides to turn on Nattie you pay no mind to the betrayal. You'll always stay by her side, no matter what.

The arena was charged with tension as the moment you had anticipated finally arrived. Ronda, your partner and mentor, had decided to turn her back on Natalya, her longtime friend and ally. The crowd roared with shock and disapproval as Ronda executed her betrayal. She locked Nattie in her signature armbar, wrenching back on her arm with brutal precision.

From your vantage point outside the ring, you played your part perfectly, feigning shock and horror at Ronda's actions. Your hands flew to your mouth, eyes wide in mock disbelief. The act was convincing, as the crowd's boos and jeers rained down upon Ronda.

But deep down, you had been prepared for this moment. Ronda had confided in you, her "pretty little thing," about her plans. It wasn't just a betrayal; it was a calculated move in the world of professional wrestling. Ronda had always been a master of the game, and you admired her for it.

When Ronda finally released Nattie and hopped down from the apron, she acted as though nothing had happened. Her expression remained stoic, her demeanor cool and collected. She made her way toward you, and you met her halfway.

As the crowd continued to voice their displeasure, you stood firmly by Ronda's side. You knew what this meant, both for her career and for your own. Ronda had always been a force to be reckoned with, and she had chosen you as her partner in this new chapter.

Your loyalty to Ronda was unwavering. You had always been there to support her, to be her "pretty little thing" that she proudly paraded around with. Leaving Nattie behind was a difficult decision, but in the world of professional wrestling, alliances shifted and changed.

Ronda glanced at you, a subtle nod of appreciation passing between you two. You were a team, and you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As the boos and cheers from the crowd washed over you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The spotlight was now firmly on you and Ronda, and you were ready to take the wrestling world by storm together.

[aita-systemized]

Hi. I'm having a little bit of a system issue between me (host) and my best friend, one of our co-hosts. I'll refer to my friend as J. We are from the same source, and our sources had a one-sided friendship. I was a bit of an asshole, and I hurt him a lot back then.

For some extra context, both of us are subsystems. One of his parts hates me, and one of my parts hates him. It's hard to tell the difference between parts unless they make it obvious, and J's parts tend to look a lot like him and sound like him. We believe it was an alter in J's subsystem that argued, based on the fact that J only vaguely remembers it, but there's no way to check now.

So, though we aren't diagnosed with much, we fit the diagnostic criteria for depression, ADHD... I'll cut it short and just say that it all is a lot on our system generally. We have issues with self-care and such. Sometimes we struggle to even move.

J is one of the few alters who can just... Resist executive dysfunction. He's extroverted, friendly, and generally he doesn't feel a lot of obvious symptoms of our disorders (he still gets some.)

One time, I was in front, in our bed. I felt shitty and angry at myself because I needed to shower but couldn't get myself to do so. I don't remember much of it, but J starts telling me to get up and such, and that I need to stop being such a lazy... Pig, I believe were his words? I eventually started trying to argue back, saying something along the lines of "Shut up, you don't understand how it feels." and it escalated to getting our sources involved, I think? I don't remember what was said...

At one point, another Co-host, M, got so annoyed at our shouting that he screamed at us to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" And we did. He then, despite being the apathy holder who wasn't even part of the argument, had to act as a mediator. M explained to J that we have depression, and just because he doesn't experience all the symptoms doesn't mean they don't exist. M then also had to explain to me that I still should try to take a bit more care of the body. J tried to restart the argument, saying "Yeah, [name]!" In a childish, mocking manner. M made us agree to stop arguing for the sake of keeping internal balance again, and since then, there's just been a tension between me and J sometimes.

I don't know if I'm the asshole or not. I know it should be obvious, but I feel like I shouldn't have initiated the argument, and I can't tell if J is the asshole because he started it, or if he isn't because he might've not had much control over the situation.

So, AITA? Is anyone?

[scribble-dribble-writes]

To save a mockingbird

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Some random idea in the morning because I've been going down the Hux rabbit hole for a while ever since I read about his backstory. Hux needs solace in his life and to think they gave him a stupid end after everything he endured makes me feel angry 😆

So not sure if this should be continued or if anyone is even going to read this.

It starts a little before Hux gets shot in episode 9, its to prevent that and take it into a more better direction haha. I actually liked the sequel characters, because of those movies I got into Starwars in the first place but to think they were handled so poorly is what frustrates me.

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Plot: Marjorie is a rebel spy sent to retrieve Hux from the First Order once Leia gets to know that he is the agent helping the resistance with valuable information.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1500

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They know. Bring him in before they execute him, his information will prove valuable to us.

That was all the message from General Leia read as Marjorie sat in the stalls of the restroom within the great fleet of the first order.

She knew what she had to do now was more dangerous than anything she had done so far as a spy for the resistance. She was going to abduct General Hux.

For quite some time now, the resistance had been tipped off with information that was so vital from within the First Order, an unseen ally or atleast that was what Marjorie had thought until she saw him. As he walked down the hallway with his ever present scowl and fiery hair, she could not believe it at first. This man’s sole ambition was to destroy the rebels, to chase them down with his hyperspace tracker, to eradicate them, to never let them relish peace. But the more time she spent shadowing him, she knew it was more than just revenge that he was seeking.

The enemy of his enemy had become some sort of a tolerable friend atleast till he could betray them when time befitted him. She smoothed down her uniform, it never felt a part of her but for the General, it was him. He would very much die if he was ripped of his status or his well beloved black coat. She steeled herself, the coordinates to the extraction point pinged in her pocket. This had be to done. It had to be done now.

So she took off, knowing his habits and schedule well purely because she had been preparing for this mission, that if she was given the order, she could take him and be off as soon as possible.

He was in his office as usual. She placed a soft knock as she held a data pad with details about a possible attack on the rebel fleet, a mock alert to get him to leave his post to inform Poe.

"Enter.", his voice resounded devoid of emotion.

"Sir, this has just been passed down from the command center.", Marjorie entered with an urgency, her eyes frantic as she put on an act to get his attention.

His cold green eyes slid to hers as a furrow formed between his brows. She was always drawn to his mannerisms, he was the opposite of the Supreme Leader. It was easy to spot Leia’s son under the cracks of Kylo’s helmet, he was in a battle with himself which only worsened when he had met Rey.

But Hux was different, he was sealed tight like the buttons on his lapel. His hair pushed back with precision that no one could even tell if his life was a mess or not. Maybe that’s why he succeeded so well in maintaining a dual life. He had his morning caf sitting in a steel cup next to him as he beckoned for the report, she leaned forward to place in his hands and also to drop in the sedatives into his drink as he remained distracted.

He sat back, his eyes skimming over the plans and the strategy that was laid out, she had studied the structure of First Order reports in order to draft this one. She was certain of it fooling him, what was a bit tricky to get going was if he would drink the beverage. She waited, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes ever so often monitoring him.

With the report in one hand, his other reached for the cup, she exhaled with relief. She had been right, he skipped meals and sleep even but never his cup of caf. His lips touched the edge of the container as he took a sip while unbeknownst to her she had been staring. Frustrating, that if a man was so cruel why then did the stars bestow him with such tender lips?

"Why are you still here?", his eyes narrowed at her to which she straightened, looking away.

"To convey your command on what needs to be done next, Sir.", she spoke without looking at him.

He took a moment to think, before he downed his drink and got up.

"You’re dismissed. I will take care of it from here. He got up and walked out.", without his knowledge he was going to notify the resistance of these plans which was a sign to Leia that Marjorie’s plan in bringing him in was going well. She felt a sly grin spread across her face when she envisioned the bragging rights she would receive once she got back to camp, Poe could no longer lawd it over her that he called him 'General Hugs' and still got away with taking out the blasters from his ship.

She followed him again, he would most often go into the more secluded parts of the fleet where foot fall was less and only droids were present, to send through his message. But the signs of the sedative were showing up too, he missed a step, he then touched his forehead and then whipped around to see if he was being followed to which Marjorie hid into the crevice within the wall.

He went into his allocated area and locked the door behind him giving her enough time to change into medical gear for the final part of her stunt. All that was needed now was to get to the hangar bay and steal a transport.

The door clicked open but Hux looked worse for wear, his eyes were closing in on him and his impeccable stance had now been reduced to being hunched over. She walked along with the stretcher as she took the data pad out of his hand. He was in no state to put up a fight but his eyes focused on her features.

“You.” he mumbled before he blacked out. Placing his tall frame onto the stretcher, she covered him with a cloth as she began her journey to the hangar.

“Is it all set, T-2?”, she asked to which a cheerful droid responded. Great, the transport had been secured and in a few moments she would be free of this uniform and this stale dark fleet.

She snuck into the open back door of the transport and breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted her droid at the wheel. Pulling away the mask from her face and the gloves from her hands she cranked the engine to take flight when the alarms began to go off. A warning of a rogue vehicle spread through the channel when the bay doors were beginning to close. She propelled the vehicle forward while activating the shields to repel the blaster fire and zoomed out the tight space between the closing doors.

Now evading the fleet’s canon and preparing for the onset of tie fighters, the droid prepped the transport for a space jump. Punching in the coordinates as the tie fighters drew closer, she couldn’t think of alternatives, this felt natural to her, to be in the moment and follow her instinct. She pushed down on the lever and instantly, the light of hyperspace enveloped the transport and they were set on the road to freedom. T-2 chirped triumphantly while Marjorie sunk into the seat. The adrenaline began to wash off her when she realized she had to secure the General. The moment he comes to consciousness, he was a threat.

Walking back to the cargo unit, she found the stretcher latched securely but the sheet had moved away to reveal his face. This was the first time she had seen him in a state of rest, his eyes closed to reveal how tired they were. He had all the features a spy would need, she thought as she scoffed. Eyes that hid what he thought and felt, lips to pout and distract, his jaw and cheek set in stone that anyone would believe he could survive anything and his hair, which now was a mess, was a reminder of the burning hatred he carried, the fuel to his soul, that the moment he awoke, she was going to be added to his vendetta list.

She didn’t know why she cared. She had never spoken to the man except for today and she was certain he had never seen her before. As she gazed upon him, she could tell that in all his life he had never once witnessed kindness and because that was all she was taught to be, she wanted to render some of it to him. She could be the first in his life to show him that life could be different. Her finger hovered over his cheek, almost as if she wanted to wipe away his unseen tears but the truth set in. That the moment his eyes flashed green and he saw her, his notion of her sentiment was going to be very, very different. She would have been the one who ruined his life.

So she pulled the sheet to cover his face again, secured his hands into a cuff and made sure he had no weapon on him before she got back to the cockpit.

[animehouse-moe]

Mobile Suit Gundam - The Witch From Mercury S2 Episode 1: Envoys From Earth

GWitch is back! The second season has started today, and there's a lot of exciting potential! Of course, it's not sunshine and rainbows, or perfect execution, as we dive head first into the depths of prejudice and xenophobia. And having that space between cours has caused a bit of separation in terms of the story, but what it does well it does exceptionally well. So what's it done well?

Well, I think it's easier to start with the rougher pieces than the smoother ones. Work our way up the scale so to speak. The Earthian transfers showing up is certainly abrupt, and I feel like a few of the moments have been ham-fisted into the episode and speed up the pace a great deal. Yes, they have things they accomplish, but how they go about it can be a little much or rather silly.

Take Norea's interactions with Nika. What they effectively set out to do is set up a "class traitor' relationship. Norea and Sophie don't see Nika as an Earthian since she's at Astacassia, but the Spacians on board Astacassia don't view her as anywhere near them. Until now, she had a very small group of fellow Earthians to associate with, and now due to her actions that number is shrinking. Regardless, Norea and Sophie view Nika with repulsion because she "takes advantage" of what's in front of her. She's an Earthian but studies in space, lives in a nice space with "wonderful" accommodations and all sorts of other things. Because of that, Norea is outwardly hostile to Nika, and I feel like her hostility isn't well expressed. It's in between the gap of childish and mature, unspoken and explicit. Maybe I just don't have enough of a read on the character to see that as an aspect of them, but it feels far more murky than what Sophie puts out. I certainly think there's a great deal of important information in regards to racism and xenophobia in their interactions, but you have to dig a little deep to get the real sentiment.

And really, I would say that's about the only piece that really irks me. Sure, I wasn't a big fan of Sophie's little montage of taking full advantage of Astacassia, but it established her character rather well. Alongside that, it openly mocks Nika, as she "takes advantage" of the accommodations of Astacassia as well, but in not near as possessive a manner as Sophie, who is a "true Earthian".

Now, to pivot towards the good parts, I'm already loving Shaddiq's scheming. I think it's a great example of the perpetuation and institutionalization of racism. He doesn't even have explicit hatred for Earthians, but his implicit understanding is that they're lesser than him and a tool to be used for his own success. For crying out loud, he's effectively starting a race war just so he can be in the good books of his father. Sounds just a little familiar to public opinion shaping war engagement and vice versa, no?

Stepping back from war itself, I was appreciative of the variance in opinions of the Gund-Arm team in regards to live combat. Not everyone comes from the same backgrounds, not everyone's been exposed to atrocity, so having some people brush it off like nothing and have others surrounded by fear and anxiety is a really nice touch. It allows everything to stand so much taller and true when it's not everyone having the same or similar feelings or responses.

Gracefully moving onwards though is Suletta, who has had a strong change in character at the hands of her mother. Her fear has been removed, and her faith in her mother has taken place. She's entirely dependent on her now, as I'm sure Lady Prospera planned for. Suletta dances in the palm of her hand under the guise of rising up to protect those around her. Prospera won't say or do anything about it, but if it gets in the way she's sure to remove it for "Suletta's sake".

In the same moment, her friends also pick up on the strong change, and we get some nice (though simple) symbolism, as we see faded and "plain" people in the background, while Suletta and her bright red hair stand out in the foreground. It's not quite anything like the finale of cour/season 1, but they're working hard to weave the visual aspect into the story.

One thing I found interesting with Prospera and Suletta in this episode is when we see Prospera, and when we see her with her helmet off. It's only during her phone call with Suletta about "normal" things like Suletta's anxiety about Miorine and saving her that Prospera appears as Suletta's mother. Most importantly, when Prospera is encouraging Suletta's actions to save Miorine, we don't see her on screen. All we get is her voice through the phone, isolating the image of Suletta's mother from her actions as Lady Prospera.

Following that, we get an important and impactful scene between Suletta and Nika, that serves two purposes. The first is to spur on Nika to find the confidence to protect her friends aboard Astacassia, to help her find a way to stand against the chain that she is bound by. The second is to essentially poke fun at viewers that haven't put two and two together yet, thanks to a simple sentence from Suletta that is in reference to her mother.

She calls, Lady Prospera, a magician. It's about as direct as you could be in the moment. Shakespeare wrote a famous play called The Tempest. I'll just say you should look it up, because there's a world similarities, but it's just incredibly funny because in the play there's a magician named Prospero. A very fun little jab at the people that hadn't picked up on it yet.

Anyways, always moving forward. How about this little piece from Sophie? She brought her family aboard Astacassia in the form of stuffed animals, and points out (roughly) which is which. I think we can assume, the taller and giraffe-like one is the one Sophie points to when she's explaining which is who.

And why might this be important? Well, simple answer. Gundam mascot.

Alright alright, I'll explain. Haro is a little ball-guy-robot-plush that has existed in Gundam series for ages, he's a little mascot that ties the universes together, so to speak. During Sophie's escapades she finds a Haro plushie and it replaced the giraffe/mother.

There's a world of possibility as to why this is important. It's possible that she's refuting her connection to Earth after she experience what space life is like and is expressing that through the new and shiny Haro that sits among the rest of the battered and old plushies, or it's possible that in her excitement she has cast aside her mother for Sulleta. Both hold a lot of weight and opinion, and tie into a little piece with Norea.

In the previous cour/season, we saw Norea drawing a lot of "interesting" art, which continues in this latest episode. I wouldn't say it's anything special, but it shows the gulf that exists between the two. Norea is true to a "cause", while Sophie is true to only herself. Sophie's behavior changes completely when aboard Astacassia, while Norea's art continues to tie her to Earth and drives a stake between the two worlds.

Her dialogue (that ends too heavy handed for my taste), does an excellent job of mocking the overly positive and "happy" air that pervades the technologically advanced and well-equipped Astacassia. Immediately, she compares it to her home and finds disgust in the luxury that Spacians can afford.

In totality, this episode expresses the hatred and despise that Earthians hold in their hearts that justifies their actions against Spacians, while positioning "innocents" in the middle to create a mixed opinion. By all means, the Earthians are in the right, but they're nothing more than a tool for a world that exists beyond them. Acting individually, they present nothing more than thoughtless damage to the people that would want to aid them. It's an incredible understanding of how capitalism, gentrification, and long-standing institutions that are driven by purely politics damage those that are deemed beneath them, and easily turn people against each other where no fighting should be had in the first place. I'm really, really looking forward to how this batch of episodes goes considering how it opened.