#ladies and gentlemen are we seeing this.... behavior!!!!!!!!!

[divineandmajesticinone]

KIDNAP THE SERIES (2024) I EP. 2

Min x Q

[ianthewife]

I GOT ACCEPTED🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 GOD IS REAL AND HE LOVES ME SPECIFICALLY

kinda bombed my first ever job interview (for uni practice), now can only hope and pray that my terrified and welling up with tears brown eyes and soon-to-be-put-down-dog disposition will make them take pity on me (have to wait for the next week for their decision fuck meeeee) whatever. day drinking time

[lost-in-thoughts03]

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE || FRONTMAN

Part l

" Oh, can't you see, you belong to me?"

Summary: After the fifth game, the Frontman leaves you under The Officer's surveillance, but it appears that he is not amused to see you with his own worker.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, DARK, heavy smut, heavy angst, explicit content, coercion, choking, using of vibrating collar, erotic, power imbalance, manipulation, threats, violence, jealousy, heavy tension, major character death, betrayal, stockholm syndrome, toxic relationship, matured language, mentioned of VIPs, obsession, possessive, ownership, older man x younger woman (legal), yandere behavior, soft-dom! In-ho, submissive! Reader, praising, worshipping, oral (F receiving), hard and rough sex, PiV, unprotected, overstimulation, riding, and markings

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The weight of the onyx mask pressed against your face like a second skin—cool, suffocating, final.

Your steps felt hollow as you followed him back through the dim corridors lit only by flickering red panels.

His presence was silent now, just a tall shadow moving ahead of you, once known as Young-il…now a stranger cloaked in secrets and the blood of your past.

The distant sounds of the VIP lounge grew louder—laughter, clinking glasses, animalistic grunts of excitement as the next game played out on massive screens.

It was as if nothing had happened.

No one had died.

No one had betrayed.

No one had been used.

When you both reentered the lounge, the heat of the room and the stench of cigar smoke wrapped around you like a foul welcome. The other VIPs barely turned their heads—too absorbed in the carnage flashing across the monitors to notice your absence.

“ Ah, finally.” One of them drawled lazily.

“ We thought you ran off with your little plaything for good.”

The Frontman gave a slight nod, voice calm, composed again. “ She was attending to errands, as instructed.”

A lie.

Clean.

Undisputed.

You stood still beside him, mask hiding the storm inside your eyes as your heart pounded beneath your robe. You were once again the doll they thought you were—silent, pretty, disposable.

But you knew.

You knew who he really was.

And he knew that now, you were dangerous.

He leaned in close, so quietly only you could hear, his voice a ghost under the mask:

“ Don’t try to turn them against me. They’ll believe me before they believe you.”

You didn’t answer.

Not because you agreed—but because every fiber of your being was now at war. Part of you still remembered the calm Young-il in the bunk beds beside you, who once whispered survival strategies through the bars when the guards were asleep.

Another part of you was still reeling from the way he had touched you just minutes ago—how he made you beg for him even while hiding behind a thousand lies.

And another—darker—part of you burned with something cold and sharp.

You weren’t going to forgive this.

“ Next round begins in five minutes.” Another VIP barked, raising a glass.

“ Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.”

The screens shifted—new players, new horror. You watched as the camera panned across Gi-hun’s face on the feed.

He looked older now. Angrier. And painfully unaware that the man orchestrating the whole thing was someone he had once called comrade.

You clenched your fists beneath the folds of your robe. The Frontman took a step forward.

“ Come.” He ordered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“ Stand beside me. Don’t forget your place.”

But you had remembered your place.

And it wasn’t at his side anymore.

It was at his throat.

And when the time came…

You would be the one holding the real mask.

...

The fifth game ended in a flood of screams and silence. Another body. Another life erased under the roar of applause and the shifting weight of money.

You didn’t move.

You stood beside the Frontman like a perfect, polished shadow—silent, masked, untouched on the outside. But your muscles ache beneath the layers of silk and shame, and the dull throb between your thighs was a cruel reminder of what had happened behind those locked doors.

The room swirled with noise.

The VIPs clinked glasses again.

Some laughed. Others groaned over lost bets.

And some were too busy ogling the footage on replay.

You? You felt…disconnected.

Not broken.

But watching yourself from outside your body.

Your fingers were curled gently at your sides, posture graceful, controlled. You weren’t allowed to fidget. He’d taught you that well. Obedience wasn’t just for the bedroom.

It was for survival.

The Frontman turned toward you briefly. His gaze—hidden behind that expressionless, angular mask—lingered just long enough.

“ Be good.” He said, tone calm but unmistakably laced with a command.

“ I have to attend to our guests.”

You didn’t reply. You didn’t have to. The silence between you had grown into its own language.

He nodded toward one of the guards standing nearby. Not just any guard. The officer.

Dressed in black, the square symbol stamped on his mask—a rank that answered directly to the Frontman.

Quiet.

Watchful.

Always too still.

“ She stays here.” The Frontman ordered.

“ You’ll make sure she does.”

The officer gave a short nod, stepping closer.

“ Understood, sir.”

You caught the faint tension in the way his hand hovered near his sidearm—not threatening, but a reminder. You weren’t alone. You weren’t free.

You gave a small nod of acknowledgment, still silent.

The Frontman turned without another word, walking back toward the cluster of velvet seats and swirling smoke where the VIPs lounged like bored gods.

And you…

You sat down slowly, perching on the edge of a chaise lounge near the back of the room.

The officer didn’t speak. He just stood a few steps away, arms behind his back, unmoving.

Time crawled.

The voices of the VIPs were distant now—like a murmur behind glass. You stared at the monitor, watching the blood-soaked remnants of the fifth game being cleared. Gi-hun’s face flashed across the screen again.

His eyes…

They were starting to look like yours.

Tired.

Haunted.

Angry.

You wondered if he would even recognize you now. Masked. Owned. Used. A far cry from the girl who once laughed with him during stolen moments in the dorms. The one Jun-bae had once shielded during the first vote.

Jun-bae.

Your stomach turned. His face flickered like a broken slide in your memory, warm and teasing one moment, lifeless the next.

Killed.

By the same man who kissed your trembling lips just an hour ago.

Your hands clenched.

You didn’t cry.

You wouldn’t—not here, not while being watched. But something inside you was hardening. You weren’t planning on staying with his obedient girl for long. And soon, when the final game ended and the masks began to fall—

One of you wouldn’t walk away.

You didn’t know if it would be you.

But it wouldn’t be him without blood on his hands.

And next time…it just might be his.

The room had settled into a quiet lull, the kind that comes before a final act. The VIPs had retreated into their luxuries, sipping their drinks and placing their final bets in hushed tones while the footage of the last remaining players looped endlessly on screen.

You remained seated, arms folded delicately across your lap, the mask hiding the fatigue in your eyes—but not the weight in your chest.

And then…he spoke.

“ You’re quieter than I expected.”

The officer’s voice cut through the haze—low, smooth, calculated. You turned your head slightly to find him stepping forward, his figure blocking out the overhead light as he stood above you.

A shadow in crimson.

“ I saw what happened.” He added, not bothering to lower his voice.

“ In the private chamber.”

You froze.

His tone wasn’t mocking. If anything…it was curious. Amused.

“ Loud little thing, aren’t you?” He said with a hint of a grin beneath the mask.

“ No wonder he’s obsessed.” He tilted his head, studying you like you were an exposed nerve.

“ You’re off-limits. That much is obvious. Marked. Owned. But that doesn’t mean I’m not curious.”

“ You taste as sweet as you sound?”

Your breath hitched, eyes narrowing behind your mask. But before you could respond, he leaned in slowly—his breath grazing the edge of your face as he whispered something into your ear.

Something filthy.

Something bold.

Something that made your heart skip—not from arousal, but from shock.

Your eyes widened beneath the mask.

He laughed quietly.

“ I’d take you out of here.” He murmured.

“ If you asked me to. But you’d have to pay the price, sweetheart. One I think you’re too afraid to name.”

You didn’t move, didn’t flinch—only watched him.

“ I’ve served that bastard long enough to know what he hides.” He continued, his fingers suddenly under your chin.

He tilted your head up toward him. “ And I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

His voice dropped to a murmur. “ You’re his weakness.”

That word rang in your ears like a gunshot.

“ He wasn’t always the Frontman. He was something else before…someone. And you?” He said.

“ You’re the only one left who could make him fall.”

Then, footsteps.

Fast. Heavy. Purposeful.

The air shifted.

Before either of you could turn, a hand snatched your wrist and yanked you to your feet—away from the officer, away from that hushed threat wrapped in temptation.

“ That’s far enough.”

The Frontman.

His voice was ice, absolute, and his revolver was already raised—pointed straight at the officer’s chest.

The room fell dead silent.

You felt his grip tighten around your wrist—not rough, but possessive. His masked face never left the officer, but you could sense the fury radiating off him like heat.

The officer raised his hands slowly. “ Just keeping her company.” He said coolly.

“ She looked a little...untended.”

The Frontman didn’t move.

“ Leave.” He growled.

A pause.

Then the officer slowly nodded, stepping back without another word. But before he disappeared through the lounge door, he glanced at you one last time and said:

“ When you’re ready to break him…you know where to find me.”

The doors shut behind him.

Silence returned.

The Frontman finally turned to you, his body tense beneath the tailored black. Still gripping your wrist, he pulled you in close—not gently, not violently…but like he needed to feel you again. To make sure you were still his.

“ Did he touch you?”

You didn’t answer. Because you knew the question wasn��t really about the officer.

It was about control.

And for the first time…

It wasn’t entirely his anymore.

The silence between you and the Frontman stretched like wire—tight, strained, dangerously thin. His hand was still wrapped around your wrist, his grip unforgiving.

Not enough to hurt…but enough to remind you who you belonged to.

Or rather…who he thought you did.

His masked face tilted toward yours, and though you couldn’t see his expression beneath the geometric edges, you felt his eyes—burning into you.

“ You’re quiet again.” He said lowly.

“ Still dazed from earlier?”

You didn’t answer.

Not yet.

He took a step closer. “ Or are you trying to forget what happened in the chamber?” His voice dropped an octave—silk laced with threat.

“ Do you need me to remind you?”

You tried to shift back, but he pulled you closer, his gloved fingers ghosting down your side, just enough to make your breath catch.

“ No one else touches you like I do.” He whispered against the edge of your mask.

“ No one else breaks you the way I do.”

Your stomach twisted—not from fear, but from the chaos of your own emotions. Shame. Confusion. Hunger. Rage.

You were his.

But you weren’t.

Not fully.

Not anymore.

“ Maybe.” He said, fingers grazing your waist.

“ I should show you again. Make sure that mouth only moans my name.”

You clenched your jaw beneath the mask.

Then his tone shifted. Still sharp—but colder.

“ What did he say to you?”

You looked up at him.

His body was rigid, controlled, but barely. You could feel it in the way his fingers tightened. He didn’t like what he didn’t know. The idea that someone else had whispered in your ear and made your eyes widen like that.

“ Tell me…” He ordered.

“ Now.”

You hesitated.

And that hesitation said everything.

His grip tightened just slightly, and you felt his breath near your cheek again—hot, angry, possessive.

“ He touched your chin. Get close to your mouth.”

“ Did he offer you freedom?” He said with a humorless chuckle.

“ Did he promise to save you from me?”

You didn’t speak. And that silence struck him harder than any answer.

“ I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.” He muttered.

Then, quieter…darker:

“ You are mine. Every sound, every breath, every bruise I leave—mine. He thinks he knows me?” A scoff.

“ Then he should know what happens when someone touches what’s already claimed.”

He stepped back just enough to look you up and down—slowly.

“ He saw you…but I’m the one who owns you.” Then he leaned in again, brushing his masked mouth against the side of your jaw.

“ So tell me…” He whispered.

“ Do you want me to remind you of what you really are?” His gloved hand skimmed down your thigh.

“ Or would you rather go running to him…just to see if he fucks you as well as I do?”

A line had been drawn.

And now…

He was daring you to cross it.

...

The moment the lounge doors shut behind you, the world went silent.

You didn’t even have time to speak before his grip on your wrist tightened and he dragged you down the corridor.

Each step echoed with authority, boots striking the concrete like a war drum, his long coat trailing behind him. His pace was unforgiving—like he was walking off fury before it spilled into something worse.

You knew where you were going.

Back to the private chamber.

Back to the lion’s den, but this time—not for seduction.

This was punishment.

A test.

A reminder.

The heavy door slammed shut behind you, and he locked it with a sharp click. He turned to you slowly, mask still on. That cold, obsidian thing staring down at you like a god ready to strike.

“ You hesitated.” He said simply. No rage in his tone—just cool disappointment.

“ When I asked what he said. When I asked what you felt.” He stepped forward. You instinctively stepped back—your spine brushing the cold edge of the wall.

“ You think silence protects you?” He asked.

“ No. Silence tempts me.”

He reached into a drawer beneath the shelf and pulled out something gleaming—metal.

A sleek black remote.

Connected to a collar.

Leather.

Clean.

Sharp-edged.

“ Let’s play a game.” He said, voice low and sharp.

“ One question. One answer. You hesitate or lie—” He raised the collar and clicked the control. A soft buzz responded.

“ You wear this. And I make you beg for forgiveness until you forget who tempted you in the first place.”

Your breath caught.

He crossed the room with slow purpose, grabbed the back of your neck gently—but firmly—and slid the collar around your throat. He didn’t buckle it yet. Just held it there, his eyes watching your face for any sign of resistance.

“ Take off the mask.” He whispered.

“ I want to see your face when you answer me.”

With trembling fingers, you removed it. Your lips parted with shallow breath, your gaze meeting the dark void behind his mask.

“ Good girl.”

He fastened the collar—tight, but not choking. Just enough to remind you. Then, the first question.

“ Did you want him to kiss you?”

You hesitated. He clicked the remote—buzz. The vibration against your throat made you gasp, your knees wobbling.

“ Wrong answer.” He murmured, stepping in behind you, crowding you against the wall.

His gloved hand slid around your waist, down between your legs, cupping you roughly over the fabric. “ Your body says otherwise.”

“ Again…” He whispered, pressing harder.

“ Did. You. Want. Him?”

“ No.” You gasped.

He paused. Silent. Then slowly dragged his fingers up your inner thigh.

“ Good.” He growled.

“ Because if you did—I’d make you scream so loud the whole floor would hear who really owns this mouth.”

Without warning, he spun you around and pushed you against the wall—hands braced high, chest heaving.

“ Now the real game begins.” He said.

He clicked the remote again—this time, a deep vibration that pulsed through your throat and straight between your legs. The collar was wired in ways you hadn’t imagined. Your body buckled as heat bloomed instantly, dizzying and involuntary.

“ You want a taste of what he doesn’t get to have?” He whispered darkly, dragging his masked face down your neck, over the collar.

“ Then earn it.”

He pulled your hips back against him, already hard beneath the layers. His hand moved to your front again—slow, calculated, as the vibration deepened with each second.

“ No lies.” He warned.

“ No hesitation.”

And then—he slid two fingers inside you, rough, making you cry out.

“ Answer every question I ask.” He growled.

“ Or I ruin you without letting you finish.”

And with the remote in one hand, his fingers inside you, and your voice already faltering—

You knew this wasn’t just about lust anymore.

It was a war.

A twisted, hungry war between punishment and possession. And you were caught in the center—bare, trembling, and burning.

Exactly where he wanted you. And exactly where you hated to need to be.

Your breath stuttered against the wall, palms splayed flat on the cold surface as the Frontman pressed against your back—his presence a storm wrapped in tailored black and authority.

Every inch of your body was on fire, not just from the harsh vibrations rippling from the collar down your spine, but from him. From the game.

You were soaked.

Trembling.

But still standing.

“ You’re already shaking.” He murmured, fingers pumping slow and deep inside you.

“ And we’ve only just started.”

He curled his fingers and you cried out, your knees nearly giving way—caught only by his other hand braced at your waist.

Then, the vibrations stopped.

Silence.

Stillness.

You gasped at the loss, blinking hard, heart pounding in your ears.

“ Do you want more?” He asked coolly.

You swallowed hard, teeth clenching as your body twitched from the denial.

“ Y-Yes…”

A click. The collar buzzed sharply again, just long enough to make you flinch.

“ Wrong answer.” He said, lips against your ear.

“ Say it properly.”

You bit your lip, but the ache was spreading. Desire, humiliation, tension all wrapped into one unbearable coil.

“ P-Please…I want more.” You whispered.

“ Please…”

His fingers moved again, rougher this time—faster. The sudden pace left you gasping.

“ That’s better.” He murmured.

“ But not good enough.”

He yanked your hips back and shoved your chest forward, arching your body into a perfect line for him—forcing you to take it deeper. His fingers scissored inside you, soaked with the mess he’d already drawn from you earlier.

“ Do you think I didn’t notice how you looked at him?” He hissed.

“ Like you forgot whose name made you scream first?”

“ I didn’t—” You tried, but the vibration buzzed again, punishing and sharp. You sobbed.

“ Another lie.” He said, voice like ice.

“ You don’t speak unless it’s truth. Or moaning.”

He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth without warning.

“ Taste what he’ll never have.”

You gagged slightly, eyes watering as you obeyed, tongue swirling around his gloved digits. He pulled them out slowly, watching your lips part for more.

“ You’re going to ride me again.” He said then, stepping back and dragging you to the center of the room.

“ But you won’t come. Not until I say.”

You barely had time to find balance before he was lowering himself into the velvet armchair, legs spread, cock already out and throbbing, dripping at the tip.

“ Now.” He said, tapping his thigh.

“ On my lap. Face me. Let me watch how desperate you look when you disobey.”

You climbed on, your body still trembling, still soaked, your thighs shaking as you sank down slowly onto him—every inch stretching you open again.

You both groaned.

He gripped your hips, holding you still.

“ Don’t move yet.” He warned.

“ I ask. You answer.”

You nodded quickly, barely able to breathe.

“ Do you want to be mine?” He asked.

Your mouth opened.

Click.

The vibration sparked again. You cried out.

“ Answer.”

“ Yes! Yes, I’m yours—”

“ Then prove it.” He growled, pulling you down harder, his hips thrusting up once, sharply.

“ Ride me like you’d never let another man touch you. Not even in your dreams.”

And you did.

You rode him with everything—desire, guilt, rage, and submission bleeding together. Your moans filled the chamber again, raw and unrestrained.

His hands roamed your body with punishing precision. The collar buzzed when you slowed, or when you hesitated—forcing you to obey, to earn every second of pleasure.

“ You’re mine.” He said again, one hand gripping your throat just above the collar.

“ And I’ll break you again and again until even the thought of someone else makes you burn with shame.”

And as your body clenched around him, right on the edge, right where he wanted you—

He leaned in close and whispered:

“ Now beg me to let you come.”

And you did.

Because you had to.

Because you were his.

And because deep down…

Part of you wanted to be ruined all over again.

Your entire body trembled as you straddled him—legs quivering from exertion, soaked from being edged and commanded and teased into desperate need.

The vibrations in your collar had become unbearable, lighting every nerve in your body with want, and the way he filled you—deep, unforgiving, perfect—made it impossible to think, let alone breathe.

He sat below you like a throne you were chained to—hands gripping your waist as you rode him, every bounce, every grind a test of how far he could push you before you shattered.

“ Please…” You gasped, tears threatening to spill.

“ Please—let me come—”

His hand snapped up to your throat, just above the collar, holding you still as your hips stuttered and your lips trembled.

“ No.”

You whimpered.

“ Not yet.” He said darkly, eyes locked on your face.

“ You want to cum? Then you earn it.”

He leaned in, his masked face just inches from yours. The low flicker of light gleamed across the geometric edges like a blade in the dark.

“ Say my name.”

Your breath hitched.

“ Y-Your name…?”

He was silent. The chamber, the world, the game paused in that moment.

Then, a whisper:

“ In-ho.”

The name.

A real name.

His name.

It struck you harder than any command.

Your lips parted, breath faltering. You stared at him, not the mask—through it. Because now, something cracked. You weren’t just his plaything. Not just his good girl in silk and ruin. You were the only one he gave truth to. The only one who now held something real.

“ Say it.” He growled, his voice unsteady, almost desperate.

“ Say it like you mean it.”

Your lips trembled. Tears gathered in your lashes—not just from pleasure, not just from pain, but from the storm of everything he'd done and everything you still felt.

“ In-ho…” You whispered, your voice breaking.

He sucked in a sharp breath. Your hips moved again, this time not for obedience—but need.

“ Again.”

“ In-ho…” You gasped louder, riding him harder now.

“ Please, In-ho, I need—please—”

“ That’s it.” He hissed, thrusting up into you, matching your rhythm.

“ Only you get to say that name. Only you.”

You were unraveling.

The vibration kicked again.

His grip tightened.

And your orgasm hit like a violent wave—pulling a scream from your throat, your nails digging into his chest, your entire body breaking as you moaned his name again and again, like it was the only thing anchoring you to this world.

“ In-ho—!”

He groaned your name back, his mask pressing to your neck as he buried himself deep one final time—spilling into you as your body shook in his arms.

He didn’t move.

Not for a long moment.

Just held you. Inside and out. Breathing like a man who had just confessed something far more dangerous than a name.

And as the silence wrapped around you once again, he whispered near your ear—this time without a command, or cruelty.

Only the truth.

“ Now you know who I am.”

And somehow, that made everything far more terrifying. Because now…you couldn’t forget him even if you tried.

Your body was still trembling, collapsed against his chest, your breath ragged and shallow, skin damp with sweat and the ghost of everything he’d just drawn out of you. The collar still pulsed faintly against your throat—like it, too, refused to let go of you.

But none of that compared to the heaviness of the name you’d spoken.

The name he gave you.

In-ho.

Not the Frontman.

Not the mask.

Not the myth.

Just In-ho—raw, unguarded, and his.

You laid your head against his shoulder, lips parted, silent now as reality slowly crept back in. His arms were still wrapped around you, tight and steady, as if your body grounded him.

As if your voice—saying his name—had undone something he wasn’t ready to confront.

“ You said I’m the only one who gets to say it.” You murmured softly, your voice scratchy.

“ Why?”

There was a long pause. He didn’t answer right away. His gloved hand slowly moved up your spine, dragging across your skin with quiet care.

Not lust.

Not power.

Something different.

“ Because the others don’t matter.” He said finally, voice rough, low.

“ They only see the mask. You see what’s beneath it.”

You raised your head slowly, your mask still resting beside the chair, forgotten.

“ Is this still a game to you?” You asked, your tone no longer obedient—just…tired.

“ Am I just another player you can control?”

He didn’t flinch. But he also didn’t answer. Instead, he lifted one hand and reached for the edge of his own mask.

And for the first time…he removed it.

You blinked, stunned.

No shadows.

No pretense.

Just a man—exhausted, older than he once was, but still him. Eyes dark, searching. The same eyes that once met yours across the barracks of the dorms when you were both just trying to survive.

His name had changed.

His role had evolved.

But his guilt had never left.

“ I didn’t plan for this.” In-ho said, voice quieter now.

“ I didn’t plan for you.”

You stared at him, heart pounding—not from fear anymore, but confusion. Emotion. Danger.

“ Then what is this?” You asked.

He reached out and took your chin between his fingers—not rough, not demanding.

Just real.

“ Something I can’t afford.” He whispered.

“ But something I’ll destroy anyone else for trying to take.”

And just like that… the Frontman was gone.

There was only In-ho.

And you weren’t sure if that made him more terrifying—

Or more human.

The air was thick with something unnamed—no longer lust, no longer just power. As you straddled him in the velvet chair, the weight of In-ho’s gaze without the mask pierced deeper than any command he’d ever given you.

He wasn’t hiding now.

Not behind titles.

Not behind threats.

Not behind that cold, jagged mask.

Just him.

And that was more dangerous than any gun he’d ever held to someone else’s head.

You didn’t move—afraid that if you did, whatever moment this was would shatter under your fingertips. Your hand moved on its own, brushing a strand of damp hair from his forehead. He didn’t stop you.

“ So much blood.” You whispered, searching his face.

“ So many lives…”

His jaw clenched.

“ Don’t.” He said lowly.

“ Not when I finally let you see me.”

But you needed to say it. You had to.

“ You killed Jun-bae.”

He flinched. It was subtle, but it was there. You felt it ripple through him like a crack in stone. His hands fell from your hips. His eyes dropped for the first time.

“ He was going to talk.” He muttered, as if trying to convince himself all over again.

“ I warned him.”

“ He trusted you.” You replied.

“ We all did.”

Silence.

And then—

“ I didn’t want you to become part of this.” He said, voice tight.

“ I thought if I stayed distant, if I left you alone after the first round…you’d be eliminated. You’d be safe.”

You almost laughed. Bitter. Quiet.

“ So your plan was to let me die?”

“ No!” He snapped.

Then softer: “ It was to keep you from becoming something I couldn’t control.”

That stopped you cold. He looked back up at you, and this time, there was no wall in his eyes.

Only fear.

Not of you hurting him.

But of you leaving.

“ You’re the only part of this world that I didn’t build.” He confessed.

“ The only thing that slipped through the cracks.”

“ Then why use me?” You whispered.

“ Why fuck me like a possession? Why break me just to glue me back together again?”

His hand reached up again, thumb grazing the underside of your jaw.

“ Because I don’t know how to love anymore.” He said.

“ Only how to keep.”

The words hit harder than any moan, any order.

And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a game.

It felt like two broken people—both survivors of the same hell—staring at each other in the aftermath, holding shards of who they used to be.

He leaned forward slowly, this time not hungry, not demanding. Just…tentative.

And when his lips met yours, there was no mask between you.

Only the truth.

Only silence.

And the terrifying possibility that whatever this was… wasn’t over. But maybe—just maybe—it was becoming something real.

...

The silence after chaos was always the most deafening. Your body was limp, boneless against him, your forehead resting on his bare shoulder as the last echoes of what just happened still pulsed faintly in your skin.

Your thighs trembled from exertion, your breath ragged, your heartbeat slowly settling—though the emotional storm inside you had only just begun.

And then…he moved.

Gently.

Without a word, In-ho reached behind your neck and unclasped the collar. The soft buzz that had long since blurred into background heat finally ceased. You let out a faint breath as he slid it away, placing it down carefully as if it were fragile glass.

“ Too much?” He asked quietly.

You blinked, surprised at the softness in his voice.

You nodded faintly.

Then paused.

Then nodded again.

He didn’t scold you for your answer.

Instead, he leaned in and placed a single kiss at your temple—barely a touch—and then gathered you carefully into his arms.

No commands.

No harsh grip.

Just care.

His strength was effortless as he lifted you from the chair, cradling you against his chest. You buried your face against his skin—warm, real, unfamiliar now in this vulnerable stillness.

He carried you across the room to the bed tucked behind a curtain of dark velvet. You hadn’t even noticed it before.

He laid you down gently, and the mattress welcomed you like a cloud. The softest thing you’d felt in weeks.

“ Don’t move.” He said.

“ Just rest.”

You watched him disappear into the adjoining washroom. Moments later, he returned with a basin of warm water, a towel, and the same care he once reserved only for manipulation.

This time…it was different.

He sat at the edge of the bed and began to clean you—starting with your thighs, slow, deliberate strokes, never too firm, never too cold. His gloved hands were gone now.

Skin on skin.

Real.

Human.

You flinched once, but he immediately paused.

“ Sorry…” He said.

“ I didn’t mean to…”

You reached out, lightly touching his wrist. A silent reassurance.

He resumed, gentler now. And when he was done, he cleaned himself quickly, then returned and slipped into the bed beside you.

For a while, neither of you said anything. Just the steady rhythm of your breathing, the weight of the dark silk sheets, and the warmth of his body pressed lightly against your back as he spooned you from behind.

One arm wrapped around your waist—tight enough to hold, loose enough to let you go if you shifted. But you didn’t. Because even if you should hate him for everything—

Right now, in this quiet moment, he was no longer the Frontman.

Just In-ho.

And he was holding you like he’d feared losing you all along.

His lips brushed your shoulder as he whispered, “ You’re still here.”

A statement.

A question.

A quiet kind of hope.

And you—half-asleep, sore, emotionally frayed—murmured the only answer that made sense.

“ For now.”

And for the first time…

That was enough.

You lay still beneath the soft silk sheets, your sore body curled against his. For the first time since entering this nightmare, you felt warmth not tied to power or pain—but presence.

His. The one person you never expected to find again…and certainly not like this.

In-ho’s breath was steady behind you, chest rising and falling with a quiet rhythm that almost lulled you to sleep.

Until he spoke.

“ No matter what happens…in the final game.” He said, voice low and unguarded.

“ I want you to know—I'm glad I found you in this hell.”

You blinked, eyes adjusting to the dim room. He was still holding your hand, fingers lightly tracing the lines in your palm as if memorizing the path back to you.

“ I never expected anyone to slip past the walls I built.” He murmured, voice bitter with memory.

“ Those walls were made to survive. To protect what was left of me. But then…you wrecked them.”

He smiled faintly, you could feel it in the way his lips grazed your shoulder. But his tone wavered, soft and hollow—filled with something deeper than guilt.

It was longing.

“ Somehow, in all of this blood and silence, you made me remember I’m still a man. That I still feel. That maybe…”

“ Maybe I still believe there's hope. Even if I’ve shown it the wrong way.”

You turned to face him slightly, enough to meet his eyes. There was no mask now. No armor. Just In-ho—raw, tired, and human.

“ I didn’t think there’d be anything left after this storm.” He continued, brushing your hair away from your face.

“ But then you…you were like a rainbow after the downpour. Unannounced. Unexplainable.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he gently shook his head and reached for your hand again.

“ Listen to me…” He said, his voice suddenly steadier. Urgent.

“ In the next hour…things may fall apart. This game—it’s not just a show anymore. It’s a fuse about to burn out. I might not make it.”

Your stomach twisted.

A lump formed in your throat.

“ But you…” He said, tightening his hold.

“ You will. I’ll make sure of it. You’re getting out of here, alive. You have to.”

His gaze burned into you—pleading, commanding, loving.

“ Promise me you’ll stay alive. No matter what. Live. Because you deserve that.”

You nodded, the tears already brimming.

“ You’ll find Gi-hun.” He added.

“ If he’s still standing—help him. Finish what he started. Take it all down, piece by piece. For Jun-bae. For everyone who died thinking this place was their only option.”

You wanted to break, but he held you together with those words, like they were bricks and he was building something new.

“ If I make it out…” His voice cracked slightly.

“ I’ll find you. I swear. Wherever you are in this fucked-up world—I’ll come.”

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and pressed a long, lingering kiss to the top of yours.

“ And if I don’t…”

“ I’ll wait on the other side.”

“ Until the day you come to me.”

You looked at him through the blur of tears. His face. His real face. His trembling smile that tried to hide fear. His fingers tangled in yours like a lifeline he refused to let go.

“ In-ho…” You whispered.

“ Promise me...” He said again.

“ You’ll live.”

You nodded, voice cracking.

“ I promise.”

And for a moment, there was no game.

No blood.

No masks.

No chains.

Only two souls, clutching each other in the eye of a storm—hoping to find one another again if the winds ever stopped.

...

The heat of the flames reached even across the water. You sat beside Gi-hun in the small, weathered boat, drifting slowly away from the hell that had consumed so many.

Behind you, the island burned—red and gold, like the eye of some forgotten god finally closing.

The sound of distant explosions and collapsing structures echoed across the ocean like the final gasps of something ancient dying.

Your eyes never left it.

Neither did your heart.

He had kept his promise.

You had kept yours.

But he—In-ho—was gone.

At least…as far as you knew.

Your fists clenched tighter on your lap as the wind whipped past, tasting of salt, smoke, and unfinished business.

“ I thought you died.” Gi-hun’s voice broke through, quiet, haunted.

“ Back in the rebellion…I saw those bastards drag your body.”

You didn’t look at him, but you gave him a faint nod. You weren’t ready to speak. Not about what really happened. Not about the nights.

The truth.

The name you spoke was like a prayer and a curse.

Gi-hun was staring ahead at the burning island, his jaw tight. His hair was wind-tossed, face pale but alive—barely. He’d won. But like you, he didn’t feel like a survivor.

Just…left behind.

“ Only two of our team made it.” He murmured.

“ You...”

“ You and me.”

You glanced at him. He tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. And then—he looked to the man sitting across the small boat, silent, isolated by choice.

Jun-ho.

His face was cold and unreadable, eyes locked on the island as if trying to see through the fire for someone who never returned.

“ That’s Jun-ho.” Gi-hun said bitterly, lowering his voice.

“ He’s the detective who helped get me back here. He’s the one who leaked everything to the authorities.”

You finally turned toward Jun-ho fully. He didn’t react. Didn’t blink. Just watched the island burn like a man watching a piece of his soul go with it.

“ He’s also…” Gi-hun scoffed, bitterness creeping in.

“ The Frontman’s brother.”

Your breath caught.

You already knew.

But hearing it from Gi-hun’s mouth, so casually, so wounded—it carved a new bruise into your chest.

“ Or Young-il. Or whatever name he lied to us with.” Gi-hun muttered, fists clenched on his knees.

“ He knew. He knew all along. And said nothing.”

You didn’t answer.

Because you couldn’t.

Not yet.

Jun-ho finally looked at you. His eyes were sharp, deep, mourning. Maybe not for you—but for the man behind the mask.

His brother.

His blood.

You met his gaze—and in the brief silence between the three of you, something unspoken passed. A shared grief. A guilt none of you could outrun.

“ You knew, didn’t you?” Jun-ho asked softly.

You said nothing.

You didn’t deny it either.

The island behind you groaned one last time—another explosion rippling through the smoke and embers. What was left of the facility crumbled into itself, vanishing beneath the flame-lit sky.

The Games were over.

But your war wasn’t.

You weren’t done.

Not yet.

“ There’s still more…” You whispered finally, voice low but steady.

“ This doesn’t end with fire.”

Gi-hun looked at you, brows furrowed. “ What do you mean?”

You didn’t look back at him. You kept your eyes forward—on the sea. On the smoke. On the memory of In-ho’s hands in yours, and the promise that still echoed in your chest like a bell:

“ If I survive, I’ll find you. If I don’t…I’ll wait.”

Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew—

This wasn’t the end.

Not for him.

Not for you.

And not for the ghosts still hiding behind the masks of the world.

Author's Note:

Here's the continuation of Or Nah, which some of you requested—so here it is. This would be the final part. You can consider the previous chapter to be an ending, but this chapter can also be considered an ending—it all depends on your preferences or what makes you happy.

It's a little heartbreaking, but Squid Game doesn't have a happy ending either, so why should this story deserve one? Just kidding.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading. Don't forget the warnings I mentioned previously.

Read with responsibility.

[jyoongim]

Hey I love your work so much! Could you please write about alastor with a wife who’s just like Jessica rabbit and ended up in heaven because she didn’t know about him killing but came down to visit him after meeting Charlie when she went up there. I just think I’d be wild for someone like Al to have a wife like that

AAAAOOOOGGGGAAAAA!!!! I could have written this in soooo many ways but i think its a bit like one i already wrote but I hope you enjoy nevertheless!!! @alientee

I highly recommend you listen to The Night We Met, Copacabana, and Why don’t You Do Right!!!! That’s what I envisioned for this one request!!!!

The meeting between the Princess of Hell and the Angelic council was a mess.

The Princess had a look of defeat, so you took it upon yourself to let her show you her hotel.

You prompted that you will be the one to go down and see if it were possible that demons could be redeemed.

I mean everyone deserves a second chance right?

You were talk even the worst sinner still possessed some sort of decency.

So you followed the Princess to her hotel to show you around.

Charlie was elated that you didn’t think her dream was just some fluck.

She asked you all sorts of questions. How you ended up in heaven and how was your life before you died.

”Believe it or not I was a singer at a gentlemen’s lounge. Oh darlin you should have seen me in my prime! Jazz, booze, and oh I had the sweetest husband.”

Charlie was shocked. I mean, yes you were breathtaking, but you really didn’t seem like the type to be tied down to some guy.

You giggled at her expression.  It was often the look men gave you when you refused their advances, happily boasting you were a taken woman and not some hussy that could warm their beds.

”Oh you’ll really find that the hotel has character. Our hotel manager might be a little…hmmm creepy but don’t pay him any mind” she said opening the door to the hotel to lead you through the lobby.

And character it did.

The interior was old-fashion but it had charm. A bit masculine for a young woman to run it,  but if the manager was a man, you could see why it looked the way it did.

You took a seat on a couch and waited as Charlie went to gather the residents so you would meet them.

You were slightly nervous. You were in Hell and hadn’t the slightest clue what demons even looked like.

You fiddled with your ring, how you wished to see your husband.

”Everyone we have a special guest so pleeeeaasssee be on your best behavior” you heard Charlie say.

You caught sight of a gnarly bar and the bartender, you smiled

”shot of whiskey on the rock love” Husker turned around and his eyes widened, yours did too “Why i never thought…Husker?!” You squealed happily, lunging across the bar to hug the demon. He smiled and patted your back, pulling away “Husker what ya doing down here?” He gave you a deadpan look, making you laugh. You then thought about it..

If Husker was down here then that…

”Charlie you should have said such beauty in our circle i would have cleaned up a lot better” a voice purred, making your head turn.

A tall spider smiled at you, giving you a flirtatious wink, which you sent back with a wave.

A little cyclone, a snake, and a seemingly human woman entered the room.

Charlie smiled “This lovely angel has decided to have a look around to prove Heaven wrong”

You introduced yourself.

”Now i know you’re not here long so Ill give you a quick-”

Charlie was interrupted by a radio-like voice.

”Don’t tell me you’re going to give a tour without me Charlie? You know we work as a team-” his words trailed off as he caught sight of you.

You stood, a happy smile on your face “Alastor baby!” You practically ran into his arms.

”Ain’t no way…”

”Noooo”

”oh welll that do make ssssennssseee”

”Pretty lady!”

everyone watched in shock as Alastor twirled you around, peppering your face in kisses.

”oooohhh my dear what a surprise this is!” He said hugging you. You heard a throat clear and broke your hold on him, turning to see everyone confused.

You gave a sheepish smile. Alastor beamed and hooked a arm around your waist

”Everyone this doll here is my wife! The prettiest thing that ever graced the earth!” You playfully slapped his chest.

Everyone's mouths dropped.

”WHAT!?”

You sat in Alastor’s lap as you told how you knew the red demon. Rambling on about how you two met and how your lives were like.

They just couldn’t process it.

YOU were married to Alastor. 

Married to the most feared Overlord in Hell. 

Wife to the Radio Demon.

How the fuck?

You were an angel? Literally and figuratively!

”How the hell did Mr. Creepy face fancy talk here get a broad like you?” Angel asked.

Alastor’s chest puffed with pride. His smile almost broke his face “with charm and wit my deluded friend” He said as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

You giggled, it was always entertaining to see people's reactions to who your husband was.

You turned to Alastor,  lips pouty with a feigned upset look

”Now i been dead forever and not once have I seen you. Why? Why weren’t you in Heaven?”

Alastor stiffened, how was he to tell you that during your time alive he had killed many people just for the fun of it?

“Weeelll my dear I might have killed a few people” 

You blinked and then thought about it.

It kind of made sense, he used to be out ‘hunting’ at weird times of day, be gone at night saying he was working.

 You had a hard time getting stains out of his clothing.

That do explains some things.

”So do you regret anything?” He let out a laugh

nope. Not a single thing.

You shook your head “well since I’m heeeerrrrreee…why don’t we swing by juke joint, if you’re here, I’m sure Mimzy is here. I could use a good time. Its stuffy up there in Heaven. No fun at all”

Charlie perked “Ahh yes you must see how the sinners here are really like and what better than enagaging with them?”

Angel smirked “I know a place waaaayy better than some old booze lounge”

A club. You were at a club.

Your eyes honed in on a mic on the stage and it just happened to be open night.

You batted your eyes and just like that you were on stage.

The lights dimmed and you flipped through some songs to pick.

You might have been a bit old-fashioned but you were caught up on some of the modern singers that came through heaven.

The band nodded at your choice and you took hold of the mic.

With a twirl of your hand, you dawned on a 1920s theme look.

The gang mouths were jaw dropped as you started to sing, the audience was captivated. Catcalls and whistles filled the air.

Alastor felt static run through him as he sighed lovingly as you came down the stage and sat on his lap, mock fixing his bow tie as you sang. You teasingly nipped at his lips, causing his ears to twitch as you smiled going back to waltzing around the stage.

You smiled as bowed as the crowd exploded with cheers and applause as the lights came back on.

Ain’t no way Alastor had a bad broad like you, but the way you happily giggled as he whispered in your ear, pulling you into his chest…

There wasn’t denying it.

You held the Radio Demon’s dark heart.

His sweet, alluring wife

who would have thought?

[demie90s]

I don't know if you write for her but can you do kk arnold

(Short)

KK Arnold X Chaotic!Fem!Reader

Cart Crimes

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Summary: It was supposed to be a chill Target run. But with KK Arnold, nothing’s ever normal. One shopping cart, a TikTok live, and a poorly timed scream-laugh later—you’re viral, banned from Target, and exposed by Paige in the comments.

Genre:Comedy, chaotic romance, WBB squad energy, crackfic realism

Warnings:Swearing, unhinged behavior, public embarrassment, reckless cart driving, teammates catching strays, excessive laughing

Word Count: 0.4k

Vibe: Late-night chaos, sneaky couple energy, “we’re not dating” but everyone knows, TikTok behavior, UConn girls losing it in the comments

It starts with a snack run. That’s it. That’s all this was supposed to be.

You and KK in Target with a loose shopping list and twenty minutes to kill before curfew. Nothing serious. Nothing loud.

Until KK sees an empty cart and says, dead serious, “Get in.”

You squint at her. “You’re not pushing me through Target.”

“I’m not. You’re gonna ride the front while I steer. Big difference.”

You stare. She stares harder.

You sigh. “I should’ve left you in the parking lot.”

Five minutes later you’re leaned over the front of the cart like you’re a damn ship figurehead, arms out, knees bent, gripping the sides for dear life while KK casually jogs down the main aisle like this is Mario Kart: Home Goods Edition.

She’s got her phone in one hand and one on the cart handle, narrating everything like a tour guide on TikTok Live.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are now entering the snack kingdom—viewer discretion advised. If we crash, it’s her fault.”

“EXCUSE me?” you call out over your shoulder. “I’m the one risking my tailbone right now!”

Chat’s already jumping.

“Where is y’all’s coach 😭”

“KK got y’all in Target like it’s a NASCAR track”

“R in that cart like groceries 😭😭”

KK turns the camera to you. “Tell the people how it feels.”

You glance back, completely straight-faced. “Honestly? I fear for my life.”

“She loves it,” KK mutters, smirking.

Then—bam.

The front wheel clips a floor display. You jolt, nearly fall out, catch yourself midair, and land with one foot inside the cart and one foot dragging behind like a broken toy.

KK stops, wheezing. “I didn’t mean to hit that—”

“You didn’t mean to break my ankle on live, either,” you deadpan.

KK’s laughing too hard to talk. You’re fake limping down the aisle, doing a full exaggerated wobble like you’re gonna sue. She turns the camera to the floor.

“Target legal department if you’re watching, she’s fine. She’s dramatic, but fine.”

That’s when it happens. One comment.

@/paigebueckers5 has joined the live

Both of you freeze like kids caught with your hands in the cookie jar.

You slowly lean into frame. “She saw that, didn’t she.”

KK clears her throat. “Stay calm. Don’t engage.”

“Y’all are MENACES.”

“HEY BESTIE,” you yell into the phone.

KK immediately puts a hand over your mouth. “Don’t encourage her. She’ll send screenshots.”

“Already did.”

You both groan. Another name pops in.

@/icebrady24 has joined

“this why I didn’t go,” Ice comments.

KK’s trying to keep the phone from shaking because she’s laughing too hard. You’re hiding behind a display of LaCroix like that’s gonna protect your reputation.

You whisper, “Should we go before Target security shows up?”

KK whispers back, “We should’ve gone before we went live.”

You’re both dying. Quietly. Professionally. Like two college athletes trying not to get banned from a national chain store.

But then KK leans in, voice low. “One more run. Just down the frozen aisle.”

You pause. Look at her. Then nod like you’re in a heist movie.

“Last one. We get the Tru Fru, then we dip.”

You hop back in the cart. She counts it off.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three—”

She pushes, sprinting down the tile. You duck your head, gripping the sides, whisper-screaming the whole time. A woman with a red vest and a walkie starts heading your way, and KK swerves hard—right into the curb of the produce section.

You hit the edge. The cart wobbles. You flip out.

Not hard. Not dangerous. Just enough for the phone to fly, your leg to stick up awkwardly, and KK to immediately yell, “OH SHIT—CUT THE LIVE, CUT THE LIVE!”

It’s too late. Live ended.

You both lie there on the tile, trying to breathe through the tears.

“Please tell me you didn’t hit your head,” she says, crawling toward you.

You sit up, winded. “I think my elbow’s broken but like… spiritually.”

KK lays flat on the floor next to you. “Worth it.”

You grin. “One hundred percent.”

Back at the dorms, Paige sends the group chat a screenshot from the live. You midair. KK in full horror. The caption reads:

“Geno says you’re both grounded.”

You heart the message. Then send back:

“Worth it.”

“We got the Try Fru.”

And that’s the truth.

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babyjijiyeon MRS. YOON!!! HOW UNSERIOUS COULD YOU POSSIBLY FUCKING GET?!?

svtrighthere_ SHE IS ABSOLUTELY SICK IN THE HEAD 🙃

lulunana BSKSHUSHEHAH she cracks me up fr 😂

lunadaily she really just posted this literally MINUTES after we got that fucking confirmation!?!

esther17 FIVE LONG MOTHERFUCKING YEARS! THAT’S HOW LONG YA’LL BEEN TOGETHER?! AND YA’LL ENGANGED TOO!!? I SIMPLY CANNOT WITH THE TWO OF YOU!!!

nana_lulu17 they have managed to break the internet in the span of a few hours and both decided to post on Instagram as if they didn’t… that’s it couple behavior right there.

ddaddu just a few simple questions… FIVE YEARS?! ENGAGED SINCE FUCKING BERLIN!?! AND IS JEONGHAN ALREADY BALD?!?

baebybaeby the caption too I–

ashhhh17 and with that, ladies and gentlemen, Bae Jiyeon became THE military wife 🤭

lunas-closet you look amazing, my love 💕✨

gyugyu_m mom is officially marrying dad 🥹💖

jeongnadaily JEONGNA NATION WE HAVE FUCKING WON!! THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST PIECE OF NEWS I HAVE EVER FUCKING GOTTEN 🎉🎉🎉🎉

napipopeta_ the face card, the body, the outfit… she’s proving to you haters what jeonghan gets on a daily basis 🥵

↳ user24705531 honestly don’t know who I am more jealous of 🙃

↳ moonlightbaby I want to be their third 🤭

xo_xokissme_ the song choice as well 🫠

lunanova09 she knows what’s she’s doing, i mean that caption! you’re getting married to THE Yoon Jeonghan, we get it you won 😭

popipopipopipo Hannie cannot handle all of that 🥵 (I’m totally jealous of him rn)

↳ mimi17 Yoon Jeonghan is the only one who can handle all of that.

jxjforever pledis said they got engaged Sept 8, that’s Berlin… everything makes sense!! them being so smiley during their performance, fans seeing them holding hands in Berlin, LUNA’S FUCKING CAPTION ON HER BERLIN POST!!?

↳ svtforeverfan “berlin you’ll always be my yes, you have my heart always and forevermore, now more than ever 💎🤍” WE HAVE BEEN PLAYED! SHE TOLD US!!

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↳ shadowmyshadow like a fist fight? No. He might poison you in your sleep and get away with it tho.

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Unhinged theory

The Passion of Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi has no chill.

We all been knew this. His chill is one of the things that the fandom has accepted canonically doesn't exist, like Inosuke's uniform shirt or Zenitsu's dating standards, but the reason for his lack of chill and generally aggressive behavior is still a much debated topic to this day.

I have made two posts here and here breaking down his backstory, his trauma and socio-economical circumstances that made him the man he is today but, I still wasn't satisfied. Something nagged me about this character and his personality that I couldn't put my finger on. So I pondered, for days going through each episode, rereading the manga taking note of his actions and interactions with other characters.

Then, it finally hit me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I believe I've found the answer.

Sanemi, our sweet boy, is SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED.

Let me explain.

butt first...

What is sexual frustration?

According to Medical News Today,

Sexual frustration describes a state of irritation, agitation, or stress resulting from sexual inactivity or dissatisfaction. Sexual frustration is a common, natural feeling, and it can affect anyone.

Some symptoms include:

Feeling irritable, restless, and edgy (so Sanemi's entire personality?)

Engaging in unhealthy coping skills (like wanting to brawl with another man for no reason and after having a sexually-charged training session 🤨)

Performing riskier behaviors to fulfill sexual desires (like exposing your entire chest and leaving it vulnerable just so you can show off your tits like a slut 🤨🤨).

Compulsive or hypersexual behaviors (like wanting to grab another man by the hair just so he won't go away 🤨🤨🤨)

Depression or anxiety for men (see this post)

“Seeking revenge” against targets that are the believed source of the frustration (basically Sanemi vs Giyuu)

Displaced frustration on targets with no connection to the frustration (Sanemi vs Tanjiro vs Junior Slayers)

How did this cum to be?

Okay so, I have this headcanon that the Shinazugawa men have a high sex drive. I mean, there's the seven kids from Kyogo which means he had to be laying pipe...a lot(F's in the chat for Shizu 😔) and Genya's horniness when he breathes the same air as a girl, so it's safe to say that Sanemi also has a high sex drive.

After the tragedy that struck his family (Shizu killing the kids, not Kyogo's death because fuck that guy), Sanemi lost any hope or chance of a normal life. In the light novel Sign post of the Wind, Sanemi tells Masachika that life isn't for fun, and he has expressed his distaste for 'frivolous' things.

He denies himself these things because he believes he doesn't deserve them, why should he enjoy life when he killed his mom, when he couldn't protect his siblings, when his brother rightfully hates him, when demons still exist, when families are still being ripped apart, when his colleagues and juniors are being killed and when Genya is in constant danger. The only thing he allows himself is ohagi which is a reminder of happier times.

He has no time for friends, for love and definitely not for sex, which by extension includes masturbation. He won't be able to jerk off without seeing the faces of his mom and his siblings -and yes, that sentence was just as awkward for me writing it as you reading it- so he resigned himself to a life of solitude and sexual frustration, which caused him to develop his aggressive and no-chill personality but at least he was able to manage for a while, that was until he met Giyuu.

Cum hither Giyuu

Sanemi's no-nut journey became even more unbearable when he met Giyuu. There was just something about that sappy, derpy, stupid face that stole his heart and even though Giyuu's personality should've made it easy to stay away, the power of love and horny didn't allow that to happen.

Like I mentioned before in a previous post, what followed was a series of sexually-tense situations and interactions between the two Hashiras, so every time Giyuu happened to enter Sanemi's field of vision, I guess you could say more or less he was:

Reaching out for help

In the light of their impending doom with Muzan's arrival, Sanemi has a realization; he's obviously going to die soon, that doesn't scare Sanemi, he's accepted the fact that he's going to die anyway but to die as a virgin? Now that's not good. With the failure of trying to reach out to Giyuu in the Hashira meeting and the disaster that was the attempted eye-poking incident and being shamed by a 16-year-old Sanemi decides 'fuck it' and tries to reach out to Giyuu again.

But he can't go crawling to Giyuu and be like 'please fuck me', no no no that would not do instead he has the brilliant idea to challenge Giyuu to combat under the guise of 'training' in some misguided hope that the spar would get both their temperatures up which would in turn get Giyuu horny enough to rip off his clothes and fuck him. Yay! The plan is foolproof!

I already mentioned in this post how Sanemi's suggestion for a brawl made no sense as he could have just taken the Muichiro route and suggested they use their actual katanas, but no he wanted a full body contact brawl. Like look at how excited he was at the concept of brawling with Giyuu, like no wonder Tanjiro was scared for Giyuu!

JUST LOOK AT THIS FACE!!! LOOK AT THE DESPERATION!!! OUR BOY IS SO PENT UP HE'S ON THE VERGE OF INSANITY!!!

THIS IS THE FACE OF A MAN WHO HASN'T NUTTED IN 21 YEARS! He was literally begging BEGGING Giyuu to touch him! 😭

Tanjiro(bestest boy ❤️) was rightfully afraid for his big bro, so he intercepts (read cock blocks) Sanemi! Imagine how he felt at that moment; he was THIS close to some body contact and then comes in the same child who kills his rep at every turn! Not only that, but Tanjiro clocks in Sanemi's intentions and decided to put a stop to it by hitting him where he hurts; ohagi.

Imagine your biggest social opp coming along with his innocent, stupidly sweet face when you've finally decided to open yourself up to fucking your forever crush and killing whatever and all sexual tension with his annoying innocence!

Then, as if on a mission to destroy your spirit, reveals your secret love of ohagi! A sweet typically enjoyed by children! Right in front of his future baby daddy!

Tanjiro then drives the knife even further by asking him his ohagi preferences, talking about how his grandma used to make ohagi and shit!

LIKE BOYYYYYYYY

That explains why he was so salty even hours later. If I were him, I'd be pissed too! The fuck! I love how he stopped walking on the steps just to cuss Tanjiro out, like you can tell it came from the very depths of his soul.

I mean, you can literally hear the pain and frustration in his voice. That is the cry of a man who spent three hours douching, only to have his Grindr date cancel on him.

Celebrating the big O

After the events of the final showdown we see a more relaxed, almost peaceful Sanemi which tells us one thing - our boy finally got laid!

But when? and with whom?

Well Giyuu, duh. I theorize that it happened sometime during the three months of recuperation before Tanjiro woke up, and they had their last Hashira meeting. I mean, look at how they're smiling at each other, you can't tell me these guys didn't fuck at least once.

Sanemi came(lol) out(lol again!) of the encounter a changed man. He's moisturized, demure, in his lane, thriving.

Look at him here; tits covered 'cuz Giyuu has made an honest man out of him, and that peaceful look? Damn, dick was so good blud had to look up to the heavens like

In Conclusion, Sanemi's character development is really inspirational because it's a story of one man's triumph over thirst and yea I don't know how to end this post, so I'll just leave you with some words of wisdom:

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HEY!!!!! HEY YOU!! (sits you down to listen to me yap about my queer headcanons for gravity falls characters)

mabel - okay lets get her out of the way. this girl is queer as fuck. she may not realize it yet, but in her teenage years i know she’s experimented with every single label and microlabel in existence. she’d try out hundreds of neopronouns. she realizes her obsession with boys as a kid was a result of comphet. i don’t have a specific label for her because i think in the end she’d discover she can’t make herself identify with any one label. because she’s just mabel! unlabeled and proud.

dipper - do i even have to say it… he’s trans. i think every queer person in this fandom headcanons him to be trans. moving on

stanley - he’s kinda unlabeled too, but for a reason opposite to mabel’s. ladies, gentlemen, doesn’t matter to him! i think its fair to assume he grew up believing that being gay was wrong, it was the 60s and 70s and his dad’s a piece of shit, but as he traveled the country and met so many different people and then witnessed the times changing around him… he’d just. grow into his attraction for men. like, yeah i like men? so what? he doesn’t care for labels. “bisexual, mabel? pansexual? quit making up words!”

(more starting with stanford under the cut this is gonna be sorta long)

stanford - hehehheee okay this is my favorite. i’ve thought about his sexuality a lot. he’s definitely gay to me, and i don’t have much reasoning for that other than like… my heart is telling me that’s the right answer. but he’s also definitely on the aroace spectrum. i personally think he’s demi or grayromantic, he feels romantic attraction VERY rarely and its part of the reason why he felt so helpless in the dating department as a teenager, and also why as an adult later on he tells fiddleford he doesn’t understand romance. he’s hardly ever experienced it! and he wouldn’t really KNOW he identifies with those labels until he’s back in his dimension and mabel is in her obsessed-with-queer-microlabels phase. he hears mabel say “demiromantic” and, being the nerd he is, immediately wants to know what this new word means and why he’s never heard of it before. so mabel rolls a big-ass whiteboard in and starts Mabel’s Guide to the Aromantic Spectrum! ford learns something about himself that day.

fiddleford - HE’S GAY. he’s gay. he’s so gay. i know he canonically has a wife but he literally leaves emma may to work on this mysterious project with his best and only MALE friend from college like… BE so fr. he made ford TWO christmas gifts and forgot to get anything for his wife!! i imagine his marriage to emma may was more of a way for him to deny his sexuality and live what he believes to be a “normal” life. and that obviously doesnt excuse the neglect to his family (because what the fuck fiddleford) but its how i personally make sense of his behavior.

bill cipher - bill transcends human comprehension of gender and sexuality. bill is just bill. but in human terms he’s a lover of all genders. as long as he can manipulate them, they’re fair game! (sorry ford)

wendy - okayyy yesss i know i used the comphet excuse once with mabel but i’m using it again god dammit. with the way wendy talks about her past boyfriends and how we see her be so vaguely invested in her relationship with robbie, it makes me think she’s either a lesbian or somewhere on the aromantic spectrum. she’s just not super interested! but she gives guys chances because why the hell not and is never super into any of it, eventually they break up, and she moves on with her life. i imagine sometime after high school is when she reflects on that and thinks… huh. was i ever attracted to men at all?

soos - saving the most anticlimactic for last… soos is straight to me. but he’s an ENTHUSIASTIC ally :)

thanks for reading i really like overthinking the theoretical queer identities of my favorite characters have a nice day (and let me know if you’re headcanons differ i would love to hear what people think!!)

edit: i’ve seen some people disagree with me on the comphet part for mabel, in hindsight my wording was way more definitive than i was meaning. check the replies for more on her :)

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If the LADS Were Yandere… (Or Basically My Thoughts So Far)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (by yours truly), just ranting, curse words, character appreciation, character bullying, yandere content A/n: So I admit I have a tendency to turn almost everything I write into yandere content, even if it's just borderline unhealthy behavior. It's fun. And I'm obsessed with Love and Deepspace right now. So yeah, here is my ranting. It’s kind of a brainrot, so… yeah? — Was going to post this like a month ago, but here we are with updated content. Hehe~ Masterlist

Context:

So I started in around the 1st of March of this year (which means I missed TOMORROW’S CATCH-22 and CALEB’S FIRST BANNER- WHYYY!? 😭😭😭) and its been… two months since then? I am still knee deep in the rabbit hole, which is strange considering my track record with games like these.

I just wanted to share my thoughts as of currently.

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💫Xavier💫

First Impression:

Quiet

Boring

Typical pretty boy

Sleepy boy

Mysterious

Lemme just say, when I first met him in the game, I was like “Eh.” I mean he’s a pretty guy who’s innocent (is what I thought) and probably doesn’t know how to romance. He’s definitely has personality matching his alien mascot. I will say that his seeming clumsiness where he has trouble pulling away from the crowd until MC helps him out is cute. He’s like a cute and helpless bunny. White hair, blue eyed whittle bunny~

Current Impression:

Innocent!? INNOCENT!? LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND EVERYONE ELSE, LEMME TELL YOU-

So I was completely spoiled by the Midnight Whispers card pretty early on as a result of looking at Love and Deepspace and my impression of him changed. Yes, the one where he refuses to allow MC to like Lumiere (even though everyone knows who he is, and Mister Pouty Bunny is being a dumb bunny). I found this jealously very adorable (I am a fan of yanderes, and that includes jealousy— dark romance, anyone?)

And then I happened to see the Floof Attack card.

I…

Again, I saw this pretty early on, and by early, I mean I hadn’t even been up to Rafayel’s island trip part of the main story at the time when I was browsing through Love and Deepspace content.

Anyway, at that point, I finally understood the references. I stand corrected. He is still adorable, but by no means not innocent. I… I like handsome bunnies who know how to seduce, what can I tell you?

Type of Yandere:

If I had to label him as a type of yandere, it would be manipulative yandere. Like he’s a yandere kind of knows his behavior is not good, but who's going to stop him? He's too cute to stay angry at and he knows it while doing his stupid bunny pout. How dare you!? 👈( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢

Yes, I did pull Midnight Whispers when the rerun came around, because of that pout. And yes, the moment I saw Xaiver punching the bunny cushion, I decided after already spending 100 dollars to get the cards I actually wanted that I needed Inflorescence Imprints. Because of that pout. Damn it. I have a thing for bunnies, unfortunately.

Also, I ended up getting exposed to character analysis (I love, love, love character and lore analyses) of him and found out that he has yandere traits as well.

Now, whether or not he is canonically yandere (I think he is), we cannot ignore his moments. First of all, protectiveness? I believe he takes down people who are after MC canonically. To be fair, they do deserve it since they intended to harm MC, but-

Charlie.

The breadsticks man. I’ll have to more research about that whole ordeal but from what I gather, Xavier has beef with that guy for supposedly hitting on MC. With breadsticks.

Sidenote: I love bread. And I like men. However, if a man ever comes between me and bread, I SWEAR-

I digress. Anyway, we stan protective kings here. And not only does he protect MC, he basically stalks her through time and space to do so. Listen, we can agree to disagree on anything mention, but he looks for her reincarnation.

Is this why shooting stars appear and disappear? Is that Xavier looking for MC?

Personal Ranking:

However, he is in fifth or fourth place in my personal listings, only because the others ranked higher for me.

Also gameplay-wise, I have so many cards for him but he is my least played character out of everyone. I think it’s strange how he has as high of affection as the other love interests does. Like the only time I see him in battle would be when the main story calls for it.

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☃️Zayne☃️

First Impression:

Quiet

Doctor

Glasses

Perfect man

Did I mention, my type?

Boring

Cold

Weakest cards?

*Deeply inhales* Okay, so listen… he is a dark-haired smart man with glasses. Who makes a lot of money. And he likes cats. MY MIND IS TELLING ME YEEEEEESSSSSS~ MY MAAAAAAAAN- OMLLOOORD

And then I met Caleb.

So, I found Zayne kind of cold. Like I kind of wished he was more emotive and less social distancing. I thought he was boring amongst the original three love interests, especially compared to Xavier and Rafayel. Like Xavier has a bunny mindset (iykyk) and Rafayel has bratty side, but Zayne? He’s kind of… a block of ice? I’ve been in relationships with emotionally unavailable people, and somehow his initial traits was reminding me of that.

Also he plays a mage, and if anyone looks at my track record when it comes to MMORPGs or just RPGs in general, I’m not the best with mages.

Current Impression:

*Deeply inhales* If there was such a thing as a PERFECT man, it would be him. OML-

I… I was wrong. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being perfect, and he is perfection. If he was real, I would love him with all of my heart. You have no idea-

So anyway, it took the Everlasting Wish card to change my mind. He is very thoughtful. I don’t know how to describe the sincerity this man brings to every date and every moment he is with MC. He is the most realistic man out of everyone in the game, and I love him for that. I will say, even before Caleb, I definitely had my heart set out for him even if he was cold at first. He’s so domestic, I can’t-

Sweets. He has a weakness for sweets. He’s sho cute! Also he likes cats. What’s not to like about him?

Gameplay-wise, I have better cards now, so he’s doing pretty well as mage. I still can’t play as a mage though. I prefer the guns over everything.

But I do love a handsome man who looks good in glasses, lemme tell you-

Type of Yandere:

Look, I don’t think he’s canonically yandere… but at the same time, there are arguments I’d like to make. First of all, he became a doctor for her. Now, whether it was his own intentions in the first place or not, he became a cardiac surgeon of all things. And not only that but he also became MC’s assigned physician.

I… question if there’s a conflict for that. Since he’s technically not considered family (I’m looking at you, Caleb), they are technically unrelated in the eyes of the health system. However, it is generally advisable for physicians to avoid treating friends or family members, due to ethical and practical considerations. I don’t know that side of the healthcare field, so I cannot say whether or not it is allowed and/or if it is enforced at all in the LADS universe.

But anyway, I dunno know. Become your love interest’s physician is definitely up there in yandere traits. Like he could definitely prescribe her certain pills is that how Caleb got his?  and drug her, but he doesn’t.

Because he’s perfect.

I mean I think it’s cute that he became her physician, because what better way to keep an eye on the girl you love than to literally watch over her and have access to all of her vitals. Do you think he asks her if she is pregnant or if she’s participating in sexual activity. I don’t think he does but… like if he did, he wouldn’t because he’d know she couldn’t be, not without him at least hahaha.

He even sabotaged his own research to protect her. If he can do that, what else has he done? Oh right, he appears in other’s content. Like Caleb’s main story content. I was so surprised seeing him there. Like… what’s he doing there? And also, come to think of it, he also appeared in the train event too!? And bought coffee for MC before they even said hello?

So I would consider him a restrained yandere, because… have… have we not seen that one card? You know? The one card where it proves a man who yearns is a man who earns? 😋 Even his other selves want MC, but don’t touch her.

He definitely holds himself back, but when he’s unleashed? I’d bet on it.

On a side note, if Caleb and Zayne were to team up as yanderes, wouldn't they be unstoppable!? One is a colonel who has access to an army and the other is a doctor who has access to all kinds of chemicals. Oh my gawd- PEAK.

Personal Ranking:

However, he isn’t Caleb, so I would either put him as second or third place, depending on my feelings. Also, he’s a doctor and doctors don’t have a lot of time for romance, so it’s kind of- (I do kind of have trauma with dating within the healthcare field, so there’s that)

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🐡Rafayel🐡

First Impression:

The amount of hatred I have for this man

How dare you steal my fish!?

You can’t just swoop in and then just leave like that!

HOW DARES!?

WHY ARE YOU MY STRONGEST CARDS!?

So pretty early on when I first started in the game, it was during his birthday, so I ended up getting his cards when I was testing out the gacha system.

But anyway, when I first met him in the main story, I… Somehow, I’ve never met a love interest in an otome game who just literally appears and then leaves without letting MC finish. That has never happened before in my years of playing all kinds of otome games. Like I’ve met delinquent love interests, and the obviously rude ones and the cold ones, so it’s to be expected.

But Rafayel?

Oh no. Pretty boy just waltzes in, does a cool thing with the goldfish, and then MC, being the nice lady she is, gives him the fish, only for him to just… walk away? Not even a thank you!?

Am I supposed to let that go?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? HELL NO! WHAT IS THIS DISRESPECT!? COME BACK HERE, YOU DAMN BRAT!

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And not only that- NOT ONLY THAT, but of all of cards I could play during the battle sequences, his cards were the strongest cards I had at the time for a long time. Which further pissed me off because why the heck would I want to see his face. WHY!? WHY?

OH, PRETTY BOY’S AN ARTIST. AND HE’S RICH!? AND IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE “RAPHAEL”. WHO NAMED HIM!? WHAT KIND OF BROKEN-

Current Impression:

So… I knew he was a brat. And being a fellow brat, I realized that we were kindred brats, which explains why I… dislike him.

But what I didn’t realize, was how much I wanted to impregnate him.

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I… *ahem* Uh… I still hate him. Just not as much in the beginning.

Um… *looks at notes* He’s cute, I’ll give him that. He’s secretly an assassin. And he uses the blood of his people to cause people who buys his paintings to hallucinate. So he’s got an interesting backstory. And he’s head over heels for MC for the longest time because he gave his heart to her many, many years ago.

…..

I’m going to blame his birthday event for basically forcing to at least like him a little bit. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. It was exposure therapy.

I mean, I’m not someone who hates people for no reason and I don’t hate people for long  (I have continued hating people even after getting over the initial reasons logically though), so it was bound to happen hahaha

Haha…

Ha…

No, I did not fall for him because of his adorable pout. Shut up.

He needs to be bullied, and I will have the pleasure of bullying him.

I stand by this statement. Everyone, stand back. I can handle this case. I need to knock him down a peg and by that, I mean I need to stuff him and make him cry. Out of pleasure.

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Shut up.

Type of Yandere:

So if Xavier is a manipulative yandere, what would I consider Rafayel? A cute yandere.

Yes, I admit he’s cute. And no, that doesn’t mean anything. A cutie’s a cutie. Can’t really argue with that. His lips are so cute and kissable and I want to bruise those soft cushions up.

Now canonically, technically he is bound to MC through a promise made years and years ago so he doesn’t have as much free will as the other love interests do (I’mma get to Sylus, be patient). Therefore, he can’t really be considered as obsessive as the others can be.

However, he does lie to MC so easily it’s like he’s just drinking water. He's… in my opinion, most likely the kind of yandere out of the five who would definitely kill his love to make sure they are his and his alone.

We cannot forget that the God of Tides is out to end my life- I mean MC’s life (Epic, anyone?)

I still need to do research on that actually. Out of everyone’s lore, I think I know his the least. He has so many timelines, I can’t keep up. In one, he’s a god. In another, he’s a thief. And in another, he is a pet and what I wouldn’t give to have that merman submit to me, I seriously wanna make him cry. I can’t explain why.

I think I would be arrested for how much I hate this man.

Personal Ranking:

He’s in fourth or fifth place, tying with Xavier because I rank the other ones higher.

Sometimes, and ONLY SOMETIMES, he gets third place. ONLY SOMETIMES!!!

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

First Impression:

Oh great, here’s Mr. Mafia

Yes, I know I like writing about the Mafia

Pls, we’ve seen a dozen mafia guys

I eat manhuas like no one’s business, so I know

I drink fanfiction like there’s no tomorrow, so I know

I was a Wattpad writer once upon a time, ya know?

White hair, red eyes- BITCH PLEASE, stereotypical hot bad guy, much?

Of course, he has the sexy deep voice *rolls eyes*

The last person I’m interested in

Did I listen to more than one audio from my favorite asmr artist about scenarios withs Sylus? Yes, but only because it was from my favorite asmr artist who has a sexy voice, damn it.

I did not have to admit that, but now you know

So after I realized that Caleb was in the fourth chapter, I literally skipped over Sylus’s main story content to do so. I mean, I’ve done that before with actual books. I have indeed skipped over volumes due to availability before and I don’t really mind spoilers (if it is of my own accord) so I figured I’d come back to Sylus after finishing Caleb’s content. Meh.

Current Impression:

We… WE STAN A DOMESTIC KING OF CONSENT!? WHO IS THIS NEW GENRE OF MAFIA MAN!? WHEN THEY SAY DADDY, THEY DEFINITELY MEAN HIM!? HUH!? WAHT!?

He… When I say I’d get on my knees for this man, I’d do it for free? And the fact that I enjoy very much is that he would be ecstatic to get on his knees for the love of his life.

I… There are no words. He is not your typical- WHO WROTE THIS MAN!? GET THE WRITERS A PAY RAISE!!! I SWEAR TO THE LORD!

And he’s a dragon. I like dragons. I like dragons who are generous. And I like money.

I want his heart on a platter, because he’s just so beautiful? But like both metaphorically and literally. I can’t explain how I feel for this man? I much confusion?

When I realized who he was and how he interacted with MC through the main story and the cards, can I just say he went from bottom of the pit all the way to second place? Like Zayne was my solid second place for a while, and then Sylus, just knocked his up with his bare fists? I’m sorry, Zayne, but like you gotta fight for your place.

So can I just say I currently enjoying the Death and Rebirth era right now?

Like… did this man just lead a car chase, climbed onto the enemy’s rooftop and shoot him, and then return with a milk tea in his hand. And a straw?

MMMMMMMMMMM-

He’s the dream.

But also, where do I find this man in real life? I will have to say, this kind of man is so fictional it hurts. Does this man even exist? Could this man even exist?

He’s like everyone’s comfort character became a person. He’s the Flynn Rider of Love and Deepspace, you know what I mean? The only flaw he would have is that he isn’t cute in the way Xavier and Rafayel are, but how can we deny his Goodcat Card? Is he not adorable? Actually, no. His personality in general is adorable. He’s masculine but also so gentle. Like a giant cat. I would let him wreck my insides even with the spikes and all. IYKYK

Speaking of which, he calls MC “kitten”.

I love cats. I adore cats. Cats are everything to me. I have albums dedicated to all of my stray cats (because I don’t have space to keep cats inside). I have a shelf dedicated to cat plushies.

Listen, I could rant about cats at some point, but the current point I want to make is that he loves cats and I love him. That’s all there is to know. PERIOD.

Type of Yandere:

Um… guys?

Uh… So I think we can all agree that he does stalk her through Mephisto and potentially other means which I am not certain and will have to do more research, but uh… I don’t think he could be a yandere canonically and non-canonically.

Like, hear me out: It wouldn’t be him if we had to twist him into a yandere, you know what I’m saying?

I mean, yes, Sylus was marketed to be a big bad, stereotypical scary mafia boss man who ended up being a giant dragon cat like being that I would be happy to cuddle with all day. And yeah, he definitely presented himself as such when meeting with MC. And ;et's not forget how he constantly splurges just show off, like renting a whole boutique or letting MC overpay on those cheap protocores.

So he has all the traits of the overbearing yandere type, the kind of that like makes sure their lover can’t do anything without it coming back to him. Which… I think canonically that happens. He does end up somehow appearing near MC all of sudden, like the rest of the love interests do (I’m looking at you, Zayne).

BUT he is indeed the ultimate domestic king of consent that trusts in MC’s plans from top to bottom and basically lets her do whatever she wants so long as it doesn’t… Honestly, what doesn’t he let her do? Kill herself? That’s like normal though?

And the fact that he saves MC, but doesn’t expect anything from her except recognition? Even when she refuses, doesn’t he just pout and basically does nothing except be patient?

Honestly… that’s like… the opposite of yandere. Or least, I don’t think I’ve seen a yandere like that, if it counts. He’s so anti-yandere that is makes me question my own taste about yanderes.

I mean obviously I wouldn’t object to a fanfic about a yandere Sylus, since I like yanderes. It just… I wouldn’t think of that version of Sylus as canon Sylus, you know what I’m saying?

Now… I wouldn’t put him above begging though. He does sort of threaten to act like a child to get MC’s attention at one point though. I’d still pin that as a man who feels comfortable around his lover enough to act like a child, but I’m sure he wouldn’t pull that card every single time like typical yandere would.

Personal Ranking:

Second place. King seriously shot up my rankings quicker than a hot rod the moment I actually took the time to get to know him. I love his microexpression. Did we not see the tongue action of his. OML-

But he’s not Caleb, so he only gets second place. And occasionally, it’s between Zayne and Sylus for second place.

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-🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌-

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🍎Caleb🍎

First Impression:

It was love at first sight, nuff said.

Seriously.

Current Impression:

You guys. I still love him. You all already know this.

*screams all over the house, breaking furniture, tears, ripping pillows apart*

I have been looking for a yandere like him forever, did you know that?

Look, I like Toma from Amnesia. I don’t like the cage though— Like I like the idea, but I also like having the freedom to use the bathroom when I need to, more)

I like Diabolik Lovers- to a certain extent, especially Ruki, but let’s be honest, they all are too… immature really be in love. Obviously I like the idea, but if it were me, I’m not Yui-coded enough to be kept alive, you know what I’m saying?

Manhua/Webtoon yanderes— FIND ME A MAN LIKE SIHYUN BAEK!? Does that man exist? But also I like money and realistically men like that don’t have money to support my dream of becoming a cherished and spoiled housespouse? But if they did, I would glad bend on one knee and ask for their hand in marriage. After they’ve kidnapped and professed their love to me, of course.

But anyway, back to the point.

BITCH PLEASE, I AM LOYAL TO THIS MAN. THIS IS THE MAN FOR ME.

And he- *cries* he’s so loyal to MC that it makes me cry. I want him so badly.

Like if Zayne exists, yeah I’d take him. But if Caleb existed and he loved me, HELL YES.

PLEASE TAKE ME HOME AND TREAT ME LIKE A DUMMY WHO CAN’T DO ANYTHING.

Sidenote- I must confess, I am not a fan of dogs. Especially the small ones. Somehow the small ones scare me a lot more than the big ones. I think it’s because I can’t see them coming for my ankles, and also my experience with big dogs is that most of them are gentle giants.

And Caleb is a gentle giant.

And my headcanon for why he didn’t appear in the line-up for the cat butler era (that I missed 😭) besides the fact that he wasn’t available yet, is that he is so dog-coded.

I still like cats more, but for him I would make an exception.

Also guys, another confession. I’m short. Like in terms of average for men and women and everyone else, I would be considered legally short. And I’m not that flexible, so that’s a high chance this man would not only break my back but also my hips if he bent my legs over his shoulders.

But anyway, I’m sidetracking.

To bring up the elephant in the room: I’ve seen the panty-sniffering allegations.

People.

I’m into that.

…..

Okay, okay. Calm down. Cálmate!

To be more specific, I’m not into actually sniffing panties. I do like smelling fresh laundry and I like smelling scents. But if the love of my life were into sniffing my underwear, like… uh, who am I to stop him from expressing his love for me in whatever way he wants? In return, I’d like to smell his shirts and all of the other clothes he has. And build a nest and- I read omegaverse too, you guys. Maybe I should starting writing some…

Like, uh, if this man promised to love me, take care of me, and feed me, in exchange for my freedom to go outside and do whatever he wanted?

Uh, yeah? ¯\_(◉ x ◉)_/¯

Is it unhealthy to be okay with this?

Meh. Debatable, honestly. Like I said, I’m into it. If not for grocery shopping and buying cat food, I would be a complete shut-in. I would be totally happy just being supplied with books.

Also, they say that you marry the person that resembles your parents. If they’re a woman, they’d resemble your mother, and if they’re a man, they’d resemble your father.

Guys.

Caleb resembles my late father so much in personality that it is uncanny. Like Caleb, he also liked apples (guys, I’m not kidding. I am being so real right now. He also liked peaches too, but he typically ate apples— preferably the Red Delicious apples though, which I personally dislike) and he knew how to sew and also do mechanics and everything. Let me tell you, he basically did everything for my mother to the point that if she were to disappear off the face of the Earth, no one would know. He used called my mother his “Angel”. And yes, my mother was very, very happy and was basically living the dream of almost every housewife, only she continued working.

Kind of like Sylus likes vintage cars, so did my dad but like this is supposed to be about Caleb, so— And also he liked sweets as much as Zayne did, but anyway— I guess by the holy doctor, crow, and holy step-bro?

Am I reaching?

Maybe. ¯\_(◉ 3 ◉)_/¯

I mean, he wasn’t yandere like Caleb, but he also did like the summer sun a lot. He was the greatest man and my role model. Wouldn’t trade him for anyone else even if I could choose. (*˘︶˘*)

BUT DO YOU GUYS SEE WHERE I GET MY TYPE FROM!?

It’s kind of weird to mention, but I cannot forget the moment that I realized inheriting kinks was real until I heard my father call my mother a good girl and she became bashful, like sorry are you supposed to showcase liking being called that in front of your children, ma’am!? Please! I didn’t need to know that, but now I know why I like being praised!?

…..

I wanna be praised by Caleb…

Also I’d like to point out that I used to call people taller and bigger than me “Pipsqueak” because I thought it was funny. I’m not joking or pandering to the fact that I like Caleb. If you knew me outside in real life, I did actually used to throw that nickname around, so like it definitely surprised me to hear inside a game for the first time.

Nobody does like Caleb. Also that suit. I like a man who looks good in uniform. I love him.

…..

Yes, I do realize that he is technically MC’s “brother”, but like, jeez! They aren’t related. It’s fine. It’s a common thing in Asian media, which I also absolutely hate because why does everyone have to be “related” in some way. Again, they aren’t related, so it’s fine. You can’t tell me unrelated people aren’t allowed to like each other if they lived together in an orphanage, for example. Grandma Josephine just happened to take two of them home at the same time. Jeez…

(Yes, I am aware of Grandma Josephine’s role in MC’s early life.)

As long as they aren’t related, honestly, I have no qualms about it.

Type of Yandere:

If? ꉂꉂ◟(˃᷄ꇴ˂᷅๑)༡

IF!?

BITCH, PLEASE.

We all been knowing he yandere AF. There's no debate about it. That's why I stan, and I stan HARD. I simply cannot ignore such an wholehearted display of impure devotion to one’s obsession.

Anyway, long story short I'd pin as inevitable yandere if we’re still going by hypotheticals (PFF HAHA ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡)

Otherwise he’s just your typical overprotective yandere. By the book, honestly. As far as I know, he has been canonically a yandere since his childhood, being overprotective over MC and even “accidentally” locking her up in the attic so that the other boys wouldn't be able to find her.

Not to mention apparently has a habit of following MC to the grocery store, only to exit and follow her afterwards. You could not tell me that it hadn't happened more than once, considering MC even warned him not to. And also set up everything to alert him of anything MC does, from her scale to her doorbell.

I don’t think I have daddy issues yet, but the more parallels I make, it is seriously concerning…

To be fair, he did have a traumatic childhood and near-death experience— WHICH ALSO ADDS TO HIS YANDERENESS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU???

Locking MC up in his house? ✅️

Drugging her to protect her? ✅️

Threatening to put a leash on her, but also already having a tracker on her? ✅️

All these green checkmarks make him the reddest flag there is in this game.

And I love it. ❤️‍🔥🚩

But I applaud him for letting MC go when she put her foot down. He’s not a psycho- Or well, he’s not the type to lock… I mean… Uh… At least he let her go in the end? He does care, he just cares too much? Yeah.

Can a yandere just stay yandere, please? Why is there always a fuss about extreme characters? It is fictional, gosh darn it! Lemme have my fantasy.

Personal Ranking:

Y’all already know he’s my number one. Also his cards are my strongest cards currently because I leveled them up to get his myth. So I win everytime with his cyber angel card muahahahaha-

I’m saving for his birthday. Wish me luck!

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End Note:

Yeah, I know right? There’s more?

Yeah.

before I end this rant, I will say that I actually laughed at his name being Caleb, because it is just the… most American name. I can’t explain why. Like Zayne would be up there too, but Caleb? Caleb? I did not know how sexy that name could be until I heard MC whining it. So there’s that.

I’m kind of scared of writing LADS content, because after last one I wrote… I experienced so much grief in the aftermath irl, it really made me afraid to write for a while.

Okay, that’s all I’ll say for now because it’s way too long. Thanks for reading!

[rwshfordgirl]

4. Peace and love summary: jealousy on christmas eve, seriously? word counter: 1.277 pairing: jude bellingham X reader a/n: ladies and gentlemen, we have here a jude bellingham who is not lazy about driving.

🎄 christmas prompts 🎄

yn and jude went to the market to buy ingredients for the dessert she will take to the christmas dinner at her fiancé's family's house. this dessert is her mother-in-law's favorite and she makes it every year. It's become a tradition since the first christmas they spent together. yn thinks it's incredible because she managed to win over her mother-in-law through her belly even though she only knows how to make desserts and well, her brother-in-law was the only one who didn't like her cooking, but she says he talks badly about her food out of spite.

but they were both happy, back in their hometown and ready for another christmas together.

"i'll get the butter." i said to jude who nodded and continued his job of picking bananas. "jesus, why did they put the butter so high up?" yn said to herself when she saw that the butter was on a higher shelf than normal. she couldn't even reach it on her tiptoes. 

she was about to call jude but someone came up behind her and took what she wanted so much. "here." a tall man who looked a little like jude handed her the butter. "oh, thanks!" she smiled simply. "you're welcome! the marketemployees forget that there are short people like you." he joked. "hey, I'm not even that short."  yn laughed and put her hand on the necklace she had with bellingham's initial on it.

and speaking of bellingham, even 20 feet away from where the love of his life was, he was keeping an eye on the stranger's interaction with her. he didn't know whether to tie the bag of bananas or pay attention to their body posture, since he couldn't hear anything.

"so, thank you again." yn already had her hand on the cart ready to find jude. "just wait a second, let me remember where we know each other from." the man left yn confused. "i don't think we've met before." he smiled. "you're right, a face as beautiful as yours is unforgettable."yn felt embarrassed and even more eager to get back to jude. "i'm going to try to guess your name, from your necklace it starts with a j, right?" he asked "no, that's the initial of my fiancé's name." the man scratched his head and yn turned towards jude who was walking towards her and with his eyes fixed on the man "oh, sorry! merry christmas." the man said and left before jude even arrived.

jude is not a jealous guy, he trusts yn too much but something about this situation made him uncomfortable. the way that guy looked at yn and the way she smiled at him. bellingham was jealous and upset.

"did you know him?" jude asked as he put the bananas in the cart. "no, what a crazy guy." yn commented as she pushed the cart "can we go?" jude just nodded.

they paid for their purchases at the checkout, put them in the trunk, and got into the car in silence. jude seemed angry and didn't even look at yn, who didn't understand his behavior at all. "did something happen to you that i didn't see?" jude glared at yn and laughed mockingly. "Isn't seeing my fiancée flirting with another guy enough of a reason to be upset?" yn was speechless, her eyes fixed on the car window. jude started the vehicle.

the girl's eyes were watering. never in six years of relationship had she seen jude say such an atrocity. "why the hell, do you think i was flirting with him?" yn asked. "you were there, all happy, talking to him, all smiles." bellingham's complaint was nonsensical. "he helped me get what i needed and i couldn't reach it. do i have to be rude to people who help me?" yn crossed her arms and the way she spoke showed how incredulous she was. "you're so nice to everyone." jude commented. "and since when has that been a problem for you?" jude didn't answer, he just laughed mockingly.

yn was sad, really sad. it felt like her heart had been pierced. she cried in the passenger seat. when they arrived at the bellingham's house where they were staying, she ran out of the car, slammed the door and thanked the heavens that she hadn't run into anyone when she ran through the entrance of the house. the girl soon locked herself in the bathroom in the room where she had been sleeping for that week.

jude thought he was right without even knowing what had happened there. he grabbed the groceries from the car, went home and found his brother and mother in the kitchen. "where's yn?" was the first thing her brother asked. "probably packing to go back to her house." jude said as he sat down on a stool. "what?" His mother screamed in fright. "she was flirting with a guy at the market." jude commented. "what do you mean, jude?" his mother stopped everything she was doing when she heard this. "she was being so cute with him." He said "jude, did you see? did you hear what they were saying?" jude shook his head. "did you talk to her? what did she say?" his mother asked. "she said she was being polite to him because he had helped her." jude replied "and why didn't you believe that?" his mother and brother looked at him in complete shock.

jude didn't know how to answer. he really didn't know. it seemed like something inside him just wanted to fight. jude isn't like that, they don't fight like that, they don't feel jealous like that.

jude realized what he had done and ran to the room. apparently yn didn't pack her bags. he saw the bathroom door closed and immediately assumed she was there. "yn? please open the door." he knocked on the door and got no answer. "yn, please, i'm sorry, let's talk." he leaned his head against the door. "i'm going to talk to your family and i'm leaving." she said in a choked voice. "are you crazy? It's snowing outside." jude replied "just come out so we can talk." he said "you don't trust me anymore. what do you want to hear?"

bellingham sat with his back to the door "i trust you, i trust you with my eyes closed. but i don't know yn, i don't know what happened to me today i just felt jealous of you." jude said "i've never felt jealous like that, i felt it very close to you." he continued "but i would never, under any circumstances, flirt with another man. you didn't want to believe what i told you, you didn't want to listen to me." yn said "i know baby girl, i know." jude was as sad as yn now "something evil whispered in my ear." yn laughed for the first time through her tears. "i love you yn, please forgive me." yn opened the door slowly and saw the groom sitting on the floor.

she sat down next to him and bellingham held her hand. "if you do that again, i'll leave you forever." yn joked. "you hurt me. seeing you suspicious of me almost made me walk away in the snow on christmas eve." yn admitted. "i wasn't going to let you walk through that door." jude kissed her on the forehead. "the way you were, you would still make fun of me leaving."

"do you forgive me?" he asked "yes, i forgive you." yn gave him a peck on the lips "my mom and jobe will be happy about that." yn laughed "you already told them?"

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Tysfm for your writing!!!!!!

Possible promt idead for chubby servant × knight:

Them both working a gala and stealing glances, eyeing each other all night long only to sneak away for a rendezvous in the halls. (Masked ball perhaps bc what's sexier than a bit of mystery and intrigue) Maybe they nearly get caught, but the knight knows a secret tunnel entrance where they engage in a bit more risqué behavior. 👀🫦

It's not as smutty as you would like but hopefully you still enjoy 💕

The king has decided to hold a ball for the princess’ birthday. The preparations are vast, taking days to do. You are tasked with making the cake for her birthday, along with the star baker of the town. He is a kind, round man, with a jolly smile. He wants to make several tiers for the cake, each one with a unique spice in the batter. He tossed flour at you once, to make you laugh, but you were left feeling annoyed.

On the day of the party, you are frosting the cake. The mixture is new to you: fine sugar with butter and eggs. You had never used eggs before, but it makes the frosting richer.

Adam arrives as you busy yourself with decorations.

“Hello, my lady.”

“Good afternoon, sir.”

“Are we not past the formalities yet?” He picks at the scraps, takes a finger to lick some spare frosting from the bowl you have discarded. “This is quite delicious. What did you put in it?”

“Just the ingredients the baker told me. Oh, and some chamomile tea.”

“Chamomile?”

You glance at him.

“Have you never had it, sir?”

“No, I have, but never on a cake.” He smiles at you. “I am excited to try the entire cake later.”

You return his smile softly, going back to your work.

“Will you be at the ball?” he asks. You shrug.

“I do not believe they will ask me to serve food. I shall probably stay in the kitchen, to prepare and clean.”

“You should be dancing in a fine dress,” he says, playing with the strings of your apron. “You would be the star of the party.”

“I don’t think you would like that, sir.” He sighs.

“You are right. I don’t think I would.” His nose brushes your ear. “I wish to have you to myself.”

“I must finish my work, sir.” He huffs, pressing a kiss to your neck before you pull away.

“I hope to see you tonight.”

As luck would have it, one of the other servants falls ill, so you take her place at the ball. You are merely there to serve the visiting nobles food, to fill glasses with wine, to cut cake.

It is loud here. The orchestra is boisterous, and the nobles are laughing, chittering away about useless matters.

You wish you could have stayed in the kitchen.

“You are here,” Adam says, coming in to your vision.

“Yes, it would seem so.” His smile is wide.

“I am delighted to see you.”

He looks handsome tonight, in finer clothes than you have ever seen him, his hair neat. Perhaps he brushed it.

“Sir Adam!” the princess calls, trotting over in her lovely dress, her movements slack from wine. She hangs on his arm, and you feel an ache in your chest that you only felt when you learned that your previous partner had died.

“Cut me a slice,” the princess orders to you, turning to him. “Sir Adam, you simply must dance with me tonight.”

“I do not dance, my lady.” She pouts as you place the cake on a plate, grabbing a fork.

“But Sir Adam, it is my birthday. Will you not give me the gift of a dance?”

“There are many fine gentlemen here who would kill to dance with you, princess.”

She stomps her foot like a child, taking the cake from you when you hand it to her.

“Tis not fair. I deserve a dance from who I pick.”

“Tis many a nobleman who would dance with you, princess. You have your pick.”

A man approaches the table, and you pick up the knife to slice another piece.

“My lady,” he takes a bow towards you, “may I have this dance?”

Your eyes widen.

“I…” You glance at the princess and Adam. “I… I am sorry, sir, but I… I am merely a servant, and—”

“Do your people not dance with the help?” he asks, glancing at the princess. She straightens, looking more royal and less like a child.

“We do, my lord.” She glares at you. “Dance with him.”

You stutter.

“M-My lady, I should not—”

“I order you to dance with him.”

A chill runs along your spine. You swallow hard, nodding slow. You move around the table to the man, take his outstretched hand. He smiles at you, leading you to the floor.

He is kind, courteous. His hand does not linger past your waist, and he spins you delicately. He asks of you, your name, what section you work for. He speaks gentle words in your ear, asking if you have the evening free, if you could meet him in his room—

A large hand finds his shoulder. The two of you look up at Adam, who seems to be restraining himself.

“May I cut in?”

The nobleman looks between the two of you.

“If the lady accepts.”

He looks back at you with a smirk, thinking you will deny Adam and choose him instead.

His dismay when you quickly take Adam’s hand is palpable.

He guides you away from the noble, spinning you around the room.

“I did not think you danced, good sir.”

“I will always make an exception for you, my lady.”

He lifts you, as the other men do with their partners, making you giggle with the rest of the ladies, before setting you down. You catch a peek at the princess, who is glaring at the two of you from across the room. A part of you fears that look, but right now you feel as though you are floating. You decide to savor it while you can.

“Come,” he whispers, taking your hand and pulling you. “I must speak to you in private.”

You know what he is truly after.

When he has you in the dark halls, he kisses you so fervently that you worry you will collapse.

“Adam,” you whisper when he attacks your neck. “Please, sir. You have lost yourself.”

“I have not lost a thing, my lady.” You giggle, gasping when he latches on with his teeth.

“You looked as though you were going to challenge the noble man to a duel,” you tease.

“He would have died if I had challenged him.”

“You did not deny it, sir.”

He slows, pressing gentle kisses to your skin.

“I do not like seeing you with other men.”

“You are covetous, sir.”

“Perhaps so.” He palms you over your clothes. “Is it wrong that I desire you to be only mine?”

You think for a moment.

“No. Although, I am not yours yet.”

“I shall have to change that.”

You begin to ask him what he means when you hear footsteps. You grab him quickly, moving to a torch post on the wall. You pull it, and the wall moves, revealing a passage.

“What is—”

You shush him and pull him in, shutting the wall behind you, hearing it clunk into place. You stay still, waiting.

“Sir Adam!” you hear beyond the wall. “Sir Adam, where have you gone to? Did you go somewhere with that wench? Please, good sir, I need someone to escort me back to my room!”

You hear footsteps move past the door, fading into the distance. You let out the breath you were holding, leaning against the stone wall.

“What is this place?” he whispers.

“Tis a secret hall, for the servants, so that we do not disturb the royals.”

He hums. You feel his hands reach for you in the dark.

“You need to return to the party, sir.”

“I do not wish to.”

“The princess will punish you for leaving so early.”

“Then I shall face her punishment.”

You sigh, feeling along the wall.

“We must leave these tunnels before we are discovered. I do not wish to face the princess's wrath tonight."

[mirrorball-leclerc]

i did something bad - part ten

KARMA'S A RELAXING THOUGHT

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CANADA 2024

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lance stroll horrified looks from everyone in the room...

daniel ricciardo seriously? again? lance stroll once again, says the guy who sang our song in an interview and has basically made his love for taylor swift known daniel ricciardo she is arguably the most talent person born in 1989 lance!

lando norris slander to sza but okay.

lewis hamilton i don't know if i should be impressed that you know who sza is or not?

lando norris i had to look up other celebrities born in 1989, sza was the only one i recognized on the list

logan sargeant i recall teagan playing nobody gets me by sza last year

teagan horner listen, my boyfriend was having a horrible season, i was allowed at least one depressive song per race.

alex albon heathens, is maximillian okay?

teagan horner he's fine. the impact winded him and it was definitely a little dramatic bringing him to the hospital. but yes, he's fine. max verstappen that's not my name alexander! alex albon he's fine. got it.

oscar piastri i bet daniel wishes he were travis kelce.

daniel ricciardo DUDE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO AUSSIE SOLIDARITY? oscar piastri IT DIED THE MOMENT YOU DITCHED ME AND LEFT ME WITH CARLOS'S DAD AND GIOVINAZZI. IF LOOKS COULD KILL I SWEAR I WOULD BE DEAD!

charles leclerc but you didn't do anything?

logan sargeant oh funny thing, people want oscar on the monza podium as a fuck you to sainz sr.

max verstappen fuck that guy. i can’t stand him.

teagan horner amen to that brother.

pierre gasly spanish media has been real quiet lately

lewis hamilton teagan, charles, and i grabbed lunch two days ago. i’m waiting for a ‘teagan horner trading company secrets’ article. teagan horner they’ll leave out the part where charlie was with us and say something like ‘teagan horner cheating on disgraced ferrari driver with 7x world champion’

charles leclerc wow calling me disgraced is a bit mean no?

oscar piastri it’s what they’ll say. we all know it.

mark webber you people are so dramatic

logan sergeant zip it multi-21

lewis hamilton i would agree but i also have a flair for the dramatic.

george russell yes, we all recall the “well he’s not my friend.” alex albon hearts were broken that day. mine included. esteban ocon didn’t he also get asked if he was a better driver than he was in 2016 and didn’t he respond “yes, and teammate” i could be wrong. teagan horner AND WASN’T NICO PRESENT DURING THAT INTERVIEW??

lando norris expecting brocades 2.0 and we got brorarri instead.

lando norris that doesn’t sound as nice.

lewis hamilton i get it i’m dramatic, it’s the capricorn in me

yuki tsunoda that excuse would work if you actually believed in zodiac signs but since you don’t, it doesn’t lewis hamilton i could! yuki tsunoda but do you?

teagan horner lewis how do feel about songs such as the great war and my tears ricochet by taylor swift?

lewis hamilton haven't heard them, why? teagan horner no reason!

liam lawson the real question is how does max feel about seven?

max verstappen if i cried, it's no one's business but mine charles leclerc he totally sobbed like a baby. max verstappen fuck you charles, i didn't! teagan horner he did, i was there! max verstappen go back to being a secret!

redbullracing despite issues this week, charles and max were able to come out on top this week. it's another red bull 1-2 here is spain!

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username calling giovinazzi crashing into max and later trying to provoke charles issues seems so funny to me

↳ username it seems hilarious to me

username they were on a mission this week and i loved it

username this is for everybody who said it was pure luck charles kept winning races. he went from p18 to p1 and max went from p19 to p2. those are MY red bull drivers

username they were not about to lose that red bull streak in spain of all places.

username spanish media has been real quiet today

↳ username they can't say anything because charles handled the situation yesterday with grace.

↳ username they can't even say anything about teagan leaving with max to the hospital because the camera's literally picked up charles telling her to leave with her 'brother'

↳ username i knew max was basically christian's son but this just confirmed it for me.

username two failed by ferrari drivers and carlos sainz sr.'s least favorite driver being on the spain podium is my favorite thing ever

username crying as a ferrari fan but also crying because charles has had his best season ever and i love that for him

↳ username leaving red bull was definitely the correct choice for him

↳ username facts!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm not dead, i just lost motivation for this story for a little while but i'm back! it's a new year miracle! as i said before, someone had to be the bad guy and i didn't want it to be carlos for too long in the story. sorry to antonio giovinazzi, i'm sure he's a great guy but for plot purposes it's just the way it goes.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[pannman]

Charlie: hey Vaggie guess what?

Vaggie: what is it?

Charlie: I got us matching pride shirts

Vaggie: ohhh these are beautiful! I'll put mine on right now

Charlie: ooooo me too!

Later*

Charlie: I'm glad everybody could join us on the streets to help try and recruit sinners

Angel: no problem

Husk: I'm only here cause Alastor made me

A truck of sinners pulls up*

Sinner 1: Hey! Nice shirts! You two should makeout

Charlie: oh... um...

Sinner 2: YEAH show me some LESBIAN action!

Vaggie pulls out her spear*

Alastor: no my dear, allow me

Giant tentacles wrap around the car lifting it off the ground while shadows restrain the sinners inside*

Alastor: Not very gentlemen-like of you I must say. If you wish to live to see another day I suggest you apologize to these ladies for your disrespectful behavior

Sinner 1: yes! Yes! I'm sorry

Sinner 2: what did we even do?

Sinner 1: dude seriously...

Alastor: wrong answer

[sybill-sees]

“Sybill speaking, yes?”

Hi, I’m Sybill. I’m 18 years old and just graduated Hogwarts where I was welcomed into the house of ravenclaw.

I’m a seer. Blessing or a curse, that’s up for debate. Yes I can see the future, yes it is prettier than me, yes I’ve heard that pick up line before.

No I don’t willingly use my powers on anyone. I’ll give you a tarot reading if you ask kindly enough.

Yes I’m a half blood, I don’t appreciate anything related to blood purity.

My attraction is everyone.

We on behalf of the Queen are so sorry for Miss Sybills behavior. Here’s what you really need to know.

She’s blessed with the gift of a inner eye

She’ll happily spend time with you

She believes everyone is equal

Ladies and gentlemen:

@jamesfl-potter

@pandasloveroses

@ladyhestia

@lovethywell

@not-your-lady-mckinnon

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[losticaruss]

not sure if people have already posted about this but i think it's important to share. i know they've posted follow-ups on tiktok (and maybe ig), including the statement that it is OFFICIALLY happening CHRISTMAS EVE AND CHRISTMAS DAY. DECEMBER 24 AND 25. there's also an official list that includes, but isn't limited to, spotify, tiktok, ig, ANY meta products, hulu, netflix, and the like. genuinely this is SOSOSO important

[ID: a tiktok from @/skyfisherforskyfish.

audio begins:

"i've moved on from feeling spiteful. im officially feeling... diabolical. the next big thing we can do to harm big business- after you've cancelled your amazon subscription, after you've cancelled your audible, after you've moved your money out of big banks and into local credit union, after you've figured out a way to buy local- the next big thing, ladies and gentlemen, is the data strike of Christmas 2024. why would a data strike be effective? because data is the most valuable asset on earth, right after human suffering from denying people who need healthcare, healthcare. that is actually the reason behind the tiktok ban. it's not about national security, it's about the data war that's happening between the united states and china. Christmas is a very pivotal moment, because all of the gifts are purchased, and now companies get to observe what you do with the money and gifts you've been given. your data is critically important right now for training their models and training their campaigns going forward on how consumer behavior is influenced by the holidays. that's not the only thing. following the shooting of the united healthcare ceo, the surveillance state has absolutely exploded in popularity- as you can see, many cities particularly los angeles (where i live) expanding their budgets for next year to use video surveillance on its populations. it's horrifying! it's dystopian! it's entirely preventable. the data strike is one to two days where we simply get off social media. you do not give them a second of your time for advertising dollars, for data mining, for any of it. this would not only kneecap the marketing budgets of big businesses, which have already been spent, they've already been expended, you will only ruin their r.o.i.. you will also prevent them from furthering the expansion of the surveillance state. you could directly say fuck you to zuckerberg and musk easily, with no pain. further, it's a great opportunity because during the holidays, we're pretty busy anyways, and you're there with family. and i know you're like 'oh, i don't want to hang out with my family, i just want to tap out!' challenge yourself. even if you're not having a good time, just have a time, rather than being completely numbed out by your screen, don't you think? one day won't kill you. two days would be a superhuman feat and i would be so impressed, i'd be so proud of you. you could also save on carbon emissions, because it requires a lot of energy to run this app (tiktok) and all of its servers, and every other social media. i have already seen such an enormous amount of collective action taken- people cancelling their amazon subscriptions, people taking their money out of big banks, going to local credit unions, decentralizing their purchases, starting small, local community gardens, going back to their libraries- people are taking action, and just because you don't see it online does not mean it's not happening. in fact, i want you to be absolutely aware that the reason you're not seeing it online is because it is happening. together, we can do the data strike of Christmas 2024. please share this video, please encourage your friends and family to take this shit seriously because the effect and the impact we could have on the market, on the surveillance state, and on the environment is legitimately enormous, and i believe in us. thank you for watching, i know this video is long, i know you've got shit to do. have fun scrolling. talk to later, bye."

/end ID]

[charliedawn]

Mary Poppins meets the Penny Brothers.

The East Wind carried Mary Poppins to many strange places, but this—this was certainly new. As she descended gracefully from the sky, her umbrella in one hand and her carpet bag in the other, she found herself in an unusual setting. The streets of Derry were quiet, save for the distant giggling of children—or at least, what sounded like children.

Mary Poppins landed lightly on the cobblestones, adjusting her hat. Something was amiss.

“Welllll,” a voice cooed, high-pitched and brimming with amusement. “A lady just floated down from the sky. How delightful !”

She turned to see a figure perched on the edge of a sewer grate, grinning widely. He wore an old-fashioned clown suit, its colors faded. His bright orange horn-like hair bobbed as he tilted his head at her.

“Now, that is not something you see every day,” Penny mused, his gloved hands clapping together. “What brings you to our little town, Miss PPPPOPPINS ?”

She didn’t need to ask how he knew her name.

Things like them didn’t need words to recognise each other.

From the shadows emerged another figure, shorter and with a large grin on his face. This one wore an eerie colourful costume, red pompoms running down his torso. His painted face was somber, his yellow eyes calculating.

Mary Poppins regarded them both with a neutral expression. “I might ask you the same question, gentlemen,” she replied smoothly. “Lurking in storm drains and alleyways—hardly becoming behavior.”

Pennywise blinked. “You’re not afraid of us.”

“Afraid ? Of a couple of clowns ?” She adjusted her gloves. “I should think not. I’ve dealt with far more unruly sorts in my time. And at least chimney sweeps know how to introduce themselves properly.”

Penny let out a delighted laugh. “Oh, I like you !” He circled her, his movements light and theatrical. “Do you do magic tricks ? Can you pull rabbits out of that bag ?”

“Magic,” Mary Poppins said, pulling her carpet bag a little closer, “is merely a matter of perspective. And I find that manners are far more impressive than mere tricks.”

Pennywise stepped closer, his lips curling into a smile that revealed just a glimpse of sharp teeth. “What are you ?” he asked, voice soft yet laced with something ancient. “Not quite human, not quite creature. Something…in between.”

Mary Poppins merely smiled, the twinkle in her eye unreadable. “That,” she said, tapping her umbrella against the ground, “is none of your concern.”

Penny hummed thoughtfully, his fingers twitching at his sides. But before he could make a move, Mary Poppins reached into her bag and pulled out—

A biscuit tin.

With a snap of the lid, she plucked out a round, golden biscuit and handed it to Penny. “Here,” she said. “Something sweet to keep that mouth of yours occupied.”

Penny hesitated for a moment before taking the biscuit, popping it into his mouth with a grin. Then he froze. His smile faltered. His entire body tensed.

His mouth was stuck shut.

Pennywise let out a bark of laughter, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. “Oh, I like you,” he said, echoing his brother’s earlier words. “You may be even worse than us.”

Mary Poppins dusted off her hands. “A lady must always be prepared.”

Penny glared at her, cheeks puffed as he struggled to chew.

Mary Poppins took a step back, lifting her umbrella. “Now then, I have a schedule to keep. Do try to behave, gentlemen. And remember—”

The wind swirled around her as she lifted off the ground, her voice carrying through the air:

“A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down.”

And with that, she was gone.

Penny and Pennywise stood there in stunned silence.

Then Penny swallowed the last of the biscuit and grinned, “I want her to be my nanny.”

Pennywise in response slapped the back of his large head.

“Stop saying stupid stuff. Now, come on. We need to find our dinner…”

…..

Mary Poppins had encountered many mischievous children in her time. But mischievous clowns ? That was quite the novelty. It had been a few days since her peculiar meeting with the two painted gentlemen, and she had thought little of it—until Lily and Peter came running to her with frightened expressions.

“Miss Poppins,” Peter gasped, clutching her skirts. “There’s a clown at the park ! He—he said he knew you !”

Lily shuddered. “He tried to give us a balloon.”

Mary’s expression remained carefully composed, but a sharp glint flickered in her eyes. “Did he now ?”

She led the children inside and placed them near the fireplace with a book and a plate of biscuits—the kind that kept little mouths too full to argue. Then, adjusting her hat, she stepped outside, tapping the tip of her umbrella against the cobblestones.

A sharp laugh rang through the air.

“Well hello,” Penny cooed, appearing from behind a lamppost as though he’d been part of the scenery all along. “I knew we’d be seeing each other again ! You never said you had such delightful little ones.”

His brother emerged next. Pennywise’s yellow eyes gleamed, watching her with quiet amusement. “You didn’t tell us you had a flock,” he said, his lips curling. “We love children.”

“I daresay you love them for all the wrong reasons,” Mary said coolly.

Penny grinned. “Oh, come now, Mary Poppins ! Surely you can share just one ?”

Mary Poppins inhaled sharply, standing taller. “I do not share my charges. And I certainly do not allow creatures like you to interfere with their upbringing.”

Pennywise took a step forward, his head tilting. “You don’t frighten easily.”

“No,” she agreed. “I do not.”

The air shifted. Penny’s ever-present grin twitched, and he lunged toward her with playful glee—only to freeze mid-motion.

Mary Poppins had raised her umbrella.

A gust of wind burst forth—not a gentle breeze, but a fierce, invisible force that sent both clowns stumbling back as though struck by an unseen hand. Pennywise snarled, digging his claws into the ground to stop himself, while Penny yelped, rolling backward like a tumbleweed.

“Now, now,” Mary tutted. “That is quite enough of that.”

Penny sat up, dazed. “What—was that ?”

“A simple lesson in manners,” Mary said primly, shaking out her skirts. “I suggest you learn it quickly.”

Pennywise narrowed his glowing eyes. “You’re not just a nanny.”

Mary smiled. “A lady never reveals her secrets.”

The clowns watched as she adjusted her hat, turned on her heel, and strode back toward the house. The air still hummed with the power she had summoned, an unspoken warning lingering between them.

Penny rubbed his head before grinning again. “I think I like her.”

Pennywise scowled. “I hate her.”

Mary Poppins merely smiled as she shut the door behind her. The clowns would not be bothering her children again.

A few days later:

Mary Poppins had faced many persistent admirers in her time. Most were charming but foolish men in top hats, smitten with her poise and mystery. None, however, had ever been a cosmic entity in a clown suit.

Until now.

She had just finished tidying up the nursery when she heard a knock at the door. Lily and Peter, who had been playing quietly, exchanged a look.

“Who could this be ?” Jane asked.

Mary Poppins adjusted her gloves. “I shall see to it.”

She stepped to the door, opened it precisely three inches, and arched a brow.

Standing there, dressed in a neatly pressed suit, was a man. Or rather—something trying to be a man. His features were too sharp, his eyes too bright, his grin just a fraction too wide. But most importantly, he was holding a bouquet of red flowers.

“Miss Poppins !” Penny greeted, his voice smooth but too giddy to be normal. “I took your words to heart ! Manners, decorum—I’ve been practicing !” He thrust the bouquet forward. “For you !”

Mary Poppins looked down at the flowers. Red. Unnaturally red. Almost like—She sniffed. The scent was not floral but metallic.

Her expression did not change, but her voice carried steel. “How thoughtful. Tell me, are these from the graveyard or the victims ?”

Penny froze, blinking. “Now, that’s a rather uncharitable assumption—”

The umbrella clicked open between them, its tip pressing just under his chin, forcing his too-wide grin to tighten.

“I do not take gifts from creatures who hunt my charges.” Her voice was quiet, yet firm enough to make something in Penny’s ancient soul twitch.

He raised his hands, still holding the flowers. “Now, now—I’m not here to hunt !” He forced a smile, though it looked strained. “I merely thought—why not court you instead ?”

Mary Poppins gave him a long, measured look. “Court me ?”

Penny brightened. “Yes ! Think about it—you’re powerful, I’m powerful, we’d be unstoppable ! Imagine the fun ! The children could float all day, no need for kites—”

A sharp gust of wind struck Penny square in the chest, sending him stumbling back several steps. The flowers, caught in the force, scattered like crimson butterflies in the air.

Mary Poppins stepped forward, umbrella still in hand. “You mistake discipline for play, and protection for possession. I have no patience for such foolishness.”

Penny pouted. “But I got dressed up for you.”

She bit back a smile. “Then do put your efforts to better use.”

The wind picked up again, swirling around him like invisible hands. Penny let out a dramatic yelp as his carefully crafted human form unraveled, the illusion breaking like mist. His orange hair, sharp teeth, and ruffled suit returned, and before he could protest—

FWUMP.

He landed face-first in the nearest hedge.

Mary Poppins dusted off her hands and shut the door.

Peter peered up at her. “Who was it ?”

“No one of importance,” she replied nonchalantly, returning to her work as though nothing had happened.

Outside, Penny groaned from the hedge, picking leaves out of his hair.

From the shadows, Pennywise watched, unimpressed. “I told you she wouldn’t fall for it.”

Penny huffed, sitting up. “Well, I think she’s playing hard to get.”

Pennywise chuckled and patted his brother’s shoulder.

“Right. She still rejected you. Your seduction skills must be failing you, lil’ bro.”

Penny growled in annoyance, but he shook his head.

“It is only a matter of time before I get that witch to like me and then…we will feast on her so-called charges. It is only a matter of time.”

Pennywise laughed before walking away.

“Sure. Call me when you manage to do that.”