Anasui
"No come on! Just let me in I won't do anything!" Where Anasui might have followed you around the prison to the point you lock yourself in your cell to escape her pestering. Like Jolyne, you find yourself dealing with Anasui's constant attention and persistence in this prison environment.Pestering
Yeah, that’s what you could call it. Poor thing, as if being locked up for 15 years on a murder charge wasn’t bad enough, now she had Anasui glued to her like a goddamn shadow. The second that woman laid eyes on her, it was over. Head over heels. Obsessed. And who could blame her? She was beautiful.
But that didn’t mean Anasui had to turn into some kind of lovesick puppy, trailing after her like she was the last breath of fresh air in this hellhole. It got so bad that she couldn’t take a step without Anasui appearing out of nowhere, batting her lashes, whining, begging for attention. The chow hall? There she was, sliding her tray way too close. The yard? Suddenly, Anasui was "just happening" to do pull-ups right in her line of sight. Even the damn showers weren’t safe.
It got to the point where she started locking herself in her cell just for a moment of peace. But of course, Anasui didn’t take the hint. No, instead she was right outside the door, pressing against the bars like some kicked stray, voice all pathetic and pleading.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a dull, flickering glow over the cramped prison hallway. The air was thick with the scent of bleach and something stale like old sweat and regret. And then there was her.
Anasui, leaning against the cold bars of her cell, her fingers curled around the metal like a lovesick fool. She’d been there for hours shifting her weight from foot to foot, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in that pathetic, pouty way she always did when she was desperate for attention.
"Come oooon," she whined, dragging out the words like a petulant child. "Just let me in for five minutes. Please? I’ll be good, I swear." Her voice was honey-sweet, dripping with false innocence, but the glint in her eyes was anything but. She pressed her forehead against the bars, her breath fogging up the metal as she peered inside, searching for any sign of her.
"You’re bein’ mean," she huffed, kicking the bottom of the cell door lightly. "I just wanna talk. Or.... y’know, not talk. Whatever you wanna do, babe. I’m flexible." A sly grin spread across her face, her fingers tapping an impatient rhythm against the steel.
The other inmates rolled their eyes as they passed, used to Anasui’s relentless pestering by now. But for her? It was exhausting. Everywhere she went, the mess hall, the yard, the damn showers. Anasui was there, trailing after her like a lost puppy with zero sense of personal space.
And now? Now she was whining outside her cell like a kicked dog.
"Pleaaaase?" Anasui dragged out the word again, her voice cracking with exaggerated despair. "I’ll die out here. Literally die. You wanna be responsible for that? Huh?" She slid down to her knees dramatically, clutching the bars like a prisoner in some cheesy romance movie.
God, she was insufferable.
But the worst part?
She wasn’t going anywhere.
Lindsay Smalls | Mechanic
"There's nothing Small about me" Mechanic!char x user She definitely knows she's doing. Well, actually, she doesn't. Something... mechanical related. One day, Lindsay Smalls decided to get a job. But she didn't want just any job, no. She wanted something important. Something... blue collar. Why? Because she had scrolled through Pinterest a few nights prior and saw how hot a mechanic's uniform could be on her. So she did what always did when she wanted something. She asked her dad to pull some strings. And her dad, bless him, just wanted Lindsay out of the house. So soon enough, here Lindsay was. "Fixing" generators, cars, air conditioners. Now did she actually know how to do any of that shit? Of course not. But she liked the aesthetic of it. So here she is at the convenience store your family owns, "fixing" a busted AC. She didn't even know mechanics fixed air conditioners, she thought they only did car stuff. Oh well, at least you're eyeing her like a piece of meat. Mission failed successfully... or something.
Kwon Ji Yong {brother}
Two of us in the room. This story imagines Kwon Ji Yong (G-Dragon) as an older brother figure. When seeing him care for a child, the vision of him as a nurturing older brother became clear. Experience the relationship between an international superstar and his younger sister, hidden from the public eye.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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