i became quite inactive here, but i’m trying to get back. fandoms im currently in and writing for :
꩜ lookism
꩜ windbreaker (webtoon)
꩜ love and the deep space
꩜ jujutsu kaisen
꩜ call of duty
꩜ bleach
꩜ naruto
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⊹ serious topic!!! empty blogs, pls update at least something in your blogs - age, some info like “here for fics/reblogs/etc/“ or at least some pfp, otherwise i will recognize you as bot blogs and will block you, thank u!
⊹ i usually write for all topics, tropes, ideas, whatever, but i don’t feel comfortable with requests that contains depression, bullying, suicidal tendencies and thoughts (for exmpl, when you ask me to write reader having depression or suicidal thoughts)
⊹ in all other cases, im up to everything : fluff, angst, au, romance, sfw, yandere/obsession, nsfw
⊹ just send me your request, and we will see what i can do!! main rule in my acc to be polite and respectful to all users. im okay with receiving critics but just be reasonable🫰🏻🤓
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if you curious here is my pinterest, its just my random posts digest🪽⛄️🫧
no soldier boy in final episode of the boys is actually such a loss💔
but ryan actually was the only one i was happy for and happy to see❤️🩹
in general, i think its pretty popular opinion, but i think it all should have ended with season 3, so og atmosphere and satire on marvel would stay along side with logic. ik there is also comics but as far as i know show didn’t keep up with much of original stuff, so we only talking about show now.
and to be completely honest, Jensen Ackles shouldn’t be casted as Soldier boy. don’t get me wrong, i love him, 10000% but half of his performance specifically in the boys was carried only by his look (same as Ben was excused for many things) and it feels like Vought rising were made only based on Soldier boy success and to milk this project to the core.
hm : season 5 was the only season when i was actually scrolling boring moments to get straight up to the point (aka Kimiko seeing Frenchie mid fight with Homelander)
yo if yall was wondering if this blog still alive, well, not really, but i have pretty much going on in life sooooo don’t think i will continue any time soon with writing, but who knows!
aside from that i became dog mama to this beautiful boy - Gerasim, keeping up with my hobbies, work, studying and just life in general!
need to admit that january so far for me was really hard, so i lk became add1cted to energy drinks, but it will get better ik🧣🧺💌
Gurlllllllll. I just saw your Gitae fic I'm so happy there are some frequent Giate x reader writers. So I was wondering if you could make a Gitae x reader anorexic reader. Like him and reader are in a pre-relationship thing and Gitae becomes a little aware of his feelings. Thank you babe😘😘💋💋💋💋💓
GUUURL U GOT THIS YOU GOT THIIIIS 💞💞
lil reminder ; anorexia is a actually an illness and can cause you to death, be cautious with it, and if you need any help please, address the doctors!!
you're impossible
author’s note ; as i said anorexia is actually scary, BUT i do tolerate skinny bishes aesthetic! like top models, 90s fashion and stuff, it was tough, but girls had standards and followed it, i honestly find it really cool because being THAT strict and demanding to yourself requires a lot of discipline and strength, but the results are beautiful!!🙂↕️🙌🏻💋💌
the clinking of glasses and low murmur of conversation filled the private lounge. Gitae Kim, ever composed, leaned back in the plush booth, his broad shoulders cutting an imposing figure against the rich leather. His dark eyes were sharp, but his posture was as casual as ever, one arm draped lazily across the back of the seat.
across from him, you sat rigid, your lithe frame radiating tension despite the elegance of your black silk dress. it skimmed over your collarbones and down your almost skeletal figure, a reminder of the exacting standards that defined your life. faint shadows beneath your cheekbones only highlighted your beauty — sharp and delicate.
yet here you were, sitting across from a man whose world was the complete opposite of yours.
“you always look like you’re about to snap in half,” Gitae said, his deep voice cutting through the noise.
you blinked, startled, before darting a murderous look at him. “excuse me?”
he smirked, his gaze flicking over you — not with disrespect, but with an infuriating level of observation. “you’re too skinny. makes me wonder if models eat anything other than coke and champagne.”
your nails bit into your palm, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “is this why you called me here? to critique my body?”
“relax.” he chuckled, his tone maddeningly unbothered. “just making an observation. you can sit there and hate me all you want, but we both know you’re only here because that guy… Todd told you to be.”
“don’t remind me,” you muttered, your tone icy.
the mention of your manager — a relentless man who only cared about the money this arrangement brought — made your stomach twist. he had sold you and few other girls on this partnership with honeyed words about exclusivity, global connections, and untouchable prestige. what he hadn’t mentioned was that you’d be acting as the unwitting courier for Gitae’s cartel
“and here i thought we were business partners,” you added bitterly, taking a sip of the untouched water in front of you.
“we are,” Gitae replied smoothly, his smirk fading into something more serious. “you get my product through the circles i need. in return, your career stays untouchable, and you don’t get your hands dirty. sounds like a win-win to me.”
you clenched your jaw. “easy for you to say. you’re not the one risking your reputation every time you step into an airport or a gala.”
he tilted his head, studying you for a moment. “oh, don’t be such dramatic, doll. your guy, Todd make sure that you girls flight private jets all around the world and barely step into any customs inspections... and aside from that” he added, thinking a little. “after all, you think anyone’s looking at you and seeing anything other than perfection?”
your breath caught at the sudden change in his tone — soft, almost teasing, yet there was an undercurrent of something genuine. you didn’t know how to respond, so you looked away, staring at the polished wood of the table.
“i’m not perfect,” you muttered, the admission slipping out before you could stop it.
for the first time all evening, Gitae’s smirk vanished completely. “maybe not. but you’re close enough to make everyone believe it.”
the weight of his words settled between you like a tangible thing, making your chest tighten. you hated the way his voice softened just enough to feel intimate, as if he saw through the veneer of control you worked so hard to maintain.
“you’re impossible,” you muttered, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms.
Gitae let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “and yet, here you are. every time.”
you hated that he had a point. No matter how much you loathed this arrangement — or him — you kept showing up. maybe it was the sense of obligation, or maybe... maybe it was something else. something you didn’t want to examine too closely.
“why do you keep looking at me like that?” you asked suddenly, your voice cutting through the silence.
Gitae froze, caught off guard by your bluntness. he recovered quickly, his smirk returning, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“like what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“like you’re trying to get under my skin,” you said, your gaze piercing.
Gitae’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. you weren’t supposed to notice. usually he prided himself on being unreadable, keeping his emotions in check. but somehow, you had a way of slipping through his defenses, and he hated how vulnerable that made him feel.
“you're imagining things,” he said, leaning back and taking a slow sip of his whiskey.
“am i?” you pressed, your voice softer now, almost teasing.
the tension between you was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words. for a moment, Gitae considered brushing you off entirely. but something in your eyes — sharp yet fragile, defiant yet curious — made him hesitate.
“you’re fascinating,” he said finally, his tone quieter than before.
your heart skipped a beat, though you masked it with a scoff. “fascinating?”
“you’re in a world that should’ve broken you a long time ago,” he continued, ignoring your sarcasm. “and yet, here you are. fragile, maybe. but not weak.”
you stared at him, your pulse quickening. you didn’t know what to make of his words — or the way they made you feel.
“don’t read too much into it,” he added, leaning back and picking up his drink again. “i’m just making an observation.”
you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks burned. “you’re impossible.”
“and yet,” he said with a faint smirk, “you keep showing up.”
you glared at him, but you didn’t deny it. as much as you hated everything about this arrangement, there was something about Gitae that kept pulling you back — something you didn’t fully understand.
“don’t get any ideas,” you said after a long pause, your voice firm but lacking its usual bite.
Gitae chuckled softly, the sound laced with something almost... fond. “too late for that.”
the silence that followed was thick with tension, neither of you willing to break the fragile thread connecting you. finally, Gitae stood, towering over you as he adjusted his jacket.
“i’ll have someone send over the details for your next... trip,” he said, his tone casual again. but as he turned to leave, he paused, glancing back at you. “and try not to skip meals, will you? you’re too skinny for your own good.”
your cheeks flushed with irritation — and something else — as you watched him walk away.
you hated him.
you hated the way he made you feel.
and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering when you’d see him again.
author’s note ; i mentioned characters that only came to my mind, so obviously not full list🙏minors, ageless/empty blogs DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU!!!
tw ; contains dark topics, unhealthy behavior, and mature content, please don’t interact if you are not comfortable with such things!! REMEMBER!! WE HIGHLY CONDEMN AND DON’T SUPPORT SUCH BEHAVIOR IRL.
unaware. he truly, from the bottom of his heart believes that you need his protection, this world is too cruel for sweet thing like you. and only way he can save you is to separate you from everything and everyone. don’t you understand how toxic and harsh your friends and classmates or coworkers are? but don’t worry, he will be your hero, your sweetest boy, he will save you, love you, give all of himself to you, his heart is in your hands, it belongs to you and beat for you!! and you… well, locked with him forever. and don’t worry, he will laugh it off or turn a deaf ear to your cries and pleas to let you go. if he never hear this nonsense, you never said it. everything is simple.
Dom Kang, June Lee, Jo Mahyeon, Zack Lee, Vasco, Jay Hong, Kim Gimyong
pervert. he feels that need to be physical with you. i mean, yeah he have twisted feelings for you, but his first need is to be sexual with you. more like sexualization of love and feelings in general, he is the type to infantilize you, or forcing you to act how he likes. in any case if you don’t act how he wants you to, or play along with his behavior (but when you do he truly believes its sincere intention) he will use punishment — physical of course.
Harry Sheffer, Cheon Taejin, Samuel Seo
silient stalker. he maybe your classmate, or guy you usually see on your way to work or university. he even maybe someone you never noticed in your life, just some stranger, a person in convenience store, random guy in metro, barista in local cafe… you will never know, his natural appearance is almost unnoticeable, he mixing with crowd of big city and follow or looking after you from shadows.
Kwon Hyuk, Jay Jo, Kazuma Takeda, Daniel Park, Jace Park, Seongji Yuk, Eugene, DG(?)
unaware, but more aggressive. that one who genuinely doesn’t understand his sickness. why don’t you love him back? he have everything you could ever need or want(in fact it’s all whet he always wanted, which only include material goods). and he turns aggressive, really aggressive when you dare to reject him. he is possessive over things he likes or desire, so if you don’t want to return his feelings, well, he will make you do it. unlike the first type, these aren’t mind to be mad at you, to scream, scare you with rising his hands — but never actually beating — do everything to break you and your mind. of course at first they will be more manipulative, and use psychological tricks, of course it really depends on character. but result is the same — if you don’t submit, they will use more harsh methods everytime, until you end up locked to radiator or somewhere in apartments.
Goo Kim, Ma Taesoo, Kwak Jichang, Ji Gongseop, Chris d'Char, Owen Knight, Sangho Choi
that twisted crazy love where he wants you as close as possible so he believes that most closest condition — is you in him. literally.
Gitae Kim. (im sorry, i had this idea from pic where he chewing that big piece of meat🫡🫡)
BONUS ;
platonic / parental
Kim Miru — she is controlling and very clingy. she lost two close friends — teacher and sworn sister to be more particular. so you really believe that she will let this happen again? and it will start imperceptibly. first, you will accidentally bump into each other in corridor and start to chatter about random thing, during a break at school. then you will become good friends. this friendship will quickly grow into being stick to each other anywhere. she will infiltrate all aspects of your life, slowly shutting you out from the people she considers unnecessary in your life — she will never shut out people who makes you happy and smile, but that’s until she won’t feel jealous. i honestly feel that she can be both aggressive and all-forgiving and kind to her friend, so passive aggressive is the answer i guess.
Yamazaki Shintaro — extremely controlling parent! and it was long before haruto die. but after his death everything just doubled. mix it with the fact that Shintaro strictly follows the rules and family hierarchy, which means he is not only controlling but also seeking submission and respect from you, as his child. if you think that you can throw a tantrum, fight him back or try to escape, think twice before doing such nonsense, because consequences will be immediate. shintaro doesn’t shy away with physical punishment even in public, he he is older, wiser and he is your father, you must follow his commands. if you don’t, then seems like you forget family rules and spanking won’t take long to be.
Kim Gapryong — honestly i don’t think he would care much about another boy, but lord help if you are his daughter… means OVER protection. Gapryong not so hardcore as Shintaro, but there will be rules for you (but honestly Gapryong have a really soft spot for his little princess, so most likely he will ignore your shenanigans) since he loves Gimyong he probably will bring you to his family too, so add here Gimyong as your overprotective brother. even the fact that you are from other woman Gimyong still fine with you, he understand that the only problem is his father. plus he is #1 girls supporter!! let’s imagine that Gapryong never died, so he would be extremely overprotective father —“what do you mean you never saw again that guy (who used to be a little too annoying and clingy to you at school) again? no boys are talking to you? daughter, i dont know a thing!!” your old man will laugh it off, with deliberately loud chuckle. to summarize it all up it’s his fatherly unwillingness to admit that you can grow up, and he will always think of you as little kid, but you know, not in a healthy way.
author's note ; just rewatched ‘the legend’ with Tom Hardy and recent lookism chap and… ugh, there is something i want to tell you about Gitae...
tw ; rape, abuse, and canonical violence, please if these themes is triggering you, don’t interact with this post. we highly condemn such behavior in real life and everything that is written here is disgusting and unforgivable. MINORS/EMPTY BLOGS DNI!!!
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the rain outside pounded violently against the windows, drowning out everything except the thunder in your own chest. your shared apartment was dim, shadows stretching long across the walls, wrapping around the space like something suffocating.
your hands trembled as you peeled off your soaked clothes in the bathroom, trying to steady your breath. the damp fabric clung to your skin, and every movement felt sluggish — like wading through a nightmare you couldn’t wake from.
then — the front door slammed open.
a violent shudder tore through your body.
heavy, hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. you didn’t need to look. you already knew.
a presence, dark and looming, filled the doorway before you could even move.
Gitae.
he stood there, drenched from the rain, water dripping from his clothes, his face eerily blank. too blank. not a hint of anger, not even frustration — just his cold, dark eyes, like dragging you back had been nothing more than an inconvenience.
you froze, fingers tightening around the towel still clutched against your bare chest.
a single step forward.
his hand shot out, dug into your forearm with terrifying ease.
“Gitae —! Gitae, let me go!” your voice rose in panic as he dragged you forward, his pace unrelenting. “stop—stop—stop!”
he didn’t stop.
he yanked you through the apartment, past the living room, the hallway — his grip tightening every time you struggled. your feet stumbled against the floor, your free hand clawing at his fingers, but it was useless.
a breathless, panicked struggle — your nails digging into his grip, your free hand shoving at his arm — useless.
he didn’t even flinch. didn’t even acknowledge your resistance as he yanked you forward, dragging you through the apartment with a grip like iron.
your bare feet scraped against the floor. a stumble, a desperate pull back — nothing changed.
he was too strong.
the hallway blurred past you. the dim light barely illuminated his sharp silhouette, towering over you, his pace unrelenting.
“Gitae, stop! stop!” you kept screaming, eyes burning. “what are you doing?! please, stop”
a sharp jolt — your shoulder hitting the wall as you twisted in his grip, trying to dig your heels into the floor. your breath came in ragged, shaky gasps, the panic clawing up your throat.
it didn’t matter.
he didn’t stop.
you weren’t even a person to him in that moment — just something that needed to be put back where it belonged.
then — he threw you.
the air left your lungs in a violent choke as your body hit the floor of the bedroom. a sharp sting flared through your hip where you landed, the cold wood pressing into your bare skin.
the room spun.
a slow, suffocating silence swallowed everything.
you tried to force yourself up, but your vision was too blurring, heart hammering so loudly it drowned out the storm outside.
your breathing — too fast, too uneven. the metallic taste of fear sat heavy on your tongue.
Gitae was still there, towering over you.
standing above you, watching with that same detached, cold gaze.
like your pain was nothing. sickening realization settled deep in your gut.
he enjoyed this.
not in an obvious way, not with a smirk or a cruel laugh — but in the simple fact that his cold gaze didn't even changed. not even for a second.
you fight. you scream. it didn't change anything.
your pulse spiked. a shudder rippled down your spine.
and then — his huge arm moved again.
a swing.
impact.
a sharp, blinding shock of pain exploded across your face. the force sent you reeling, your body slamming further back, skin scraping against the wooden floor.
the corner of the room caught you — a dead end.
your vision swam, black spots bleeding into your sight. your whole body trembled and the air felt wrong. like the walls were closing in, like the shadows in the room had weight, pressing into your lungs.
the pain was still blooming across your face, hot and stinging, as you slumped into the cold corner. air felt thick, suffocating, the room spinning slightly from the impact.
a shiver racked through your body—not from the cold, not from the wet clothes clinging to your skin, but from the presence towering above you.
Gitae hadn’t moved from where he stand. yet.
he just stood there, watching.
then — he stepped forward.
heavy weight of his boots against the wooden floor made your stomach twist. every inch of your body screamed to try to move, to run again, but there was nowhere to go.
monstrous shadow loomed over you.
before you could flinch away, his fingers tangled into your hair.
a sharp yank — pain exploded across your scalp as your head was wrenched back, forcing you to look up at him. the dull, warm light of the room cast deep shadows over his face, but his eyes — dark, unreadable — burned into yours.
his grip tightened pressing your head to the wall.
“this is for trying to escape, ungrateful whore.”
his voice was low, steady — devoid of any emotion. just a poison dripping from his lips.
your breath hitched, hands flying up to claw at his wrist, desperate to loosen his grip. but it was useless. his strength overpowered yours without even trying.
in one swift motion, his free hand slid down, powerful fingers hooking under your knees.
a rush of motion — your stomach lurched as your body left the ground. his grip was unshakable, effortless — like you weighed nothing in his arms.
before your mind could catch up, before you could process the shift in balance —
he threw you. like some kind of doll
the impact was jarring, the breath punched from your lungs as your back hit the bed. mattress creaked violently beneath the sudden force, the cold sheets tangling under you.
space between you and him was gone in a second.
bed sheets clung uncomfortably to your wet skin, getting tangled between fingers, preventing every attempt to crawl back.
to slip away from this monster.
what was scarier was his emotionless face as he rested his knee on the mattress, and the bed creaked pitifully under his weight. this emotionless expression on his face.
your eyes didn’t leave his, locked in a wordless standoff, like the only thing holding back the final, irreversible moment was the thin, trembling line of eye contact strung tight between you.
and you were the first to snap.
it wasn’t a plan or a decision — it was something primal, a final jolt of panic that pulled your body into motion as you twisted, throwing yourself away from him with a surge of adrenaline that left your limbs burning. you turned your back on him — out of blind hope that escape was still possible, that there was a door waiting to be reached, a handle to be turned... a life to return to.
but the moment your body shifted, your luck betrayed you. the sheets beneath you, still soaked wound itselves around your legs like living restraints, like they, too, belonged to him. wet fabric dragged at your skin, slowed your movement, fought against you like cold, heavy vines.
and that hesitation was all it took.
you had just reached the edge, one hand stretching out toward the bedroom floor as if it were salvation, when you felt it — his hand, impossibly strong and utterly unmoved by your resistance, closing around your shin.
there was no warning, no words, no mercy. just the firm grip of inevitability.
you were pulled back as if you were nothing more than weightless cloth, your body dragged across the tangled sheets with ease, like every desperate move you made meant nothing, like you’d never had a chance from the start.
and in that moment, as you were yanked back into the center of the bed — back into the center of his control — what hurt most wasn’t even the pain.
it was the clarity.
you were not free. you had never been.
not with Gitae Kim.
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a/n ; tbh at first i thought i could write actual nsfw part, but now im not so sure... maybe it was too much, but i hope we all understand how terrible and disgusting act this is.
With the previous post the anon actually brought up something I'm curious about. How would Gitae and Jake react to a sibling that doesn't even know about their dad/ doesn't care for their dad. Simply because that sibling got abandoned and sees the entire concept of family meaningless. Jake loves his mom it's why he hates the way his dad treated her. Gitae doesn't really seem to have love- he seems to be more obsessed over things related to their dad than anything. How do you think they would react to a sibling that sees their dad as something meaningless and worthless, since so much of their backstory is based on Gap. Would it be animosity that the sibling is free from all the problems Gap brought into their lives, or would they be neutral with the sibling (mainly cause no one from the group would actually want to maintain family ties).
With the previous anon the best chance a sister would have against Gitae is by using poison, acid or some other thing. But again unless it's a crack scenario where the sister has super strength and speed because of Gaps genes it would be near impossible.
hiii
i think it would be like compromise, but in case with Gitae it will also depend on gender — i still wanna believe that Gitae may have a soft spot for sister who hates Gap equally or just indifferent, simply because his mum taught him this way/he built respect for women (koi sybau he is sick) seeing how Gap treated his mum. if its guy, well he either indifferent to him too, as long as he doesn’t cross Gitaes path, or straight kill. bc tf u mean u dgaf? Gitae is the only one who allowed to dgaf🙄🙄 no passion in hating your father? no passion in even respecting him? booooooring, imma kill u🙄🙄🙄 anyway, just joking.
nah, but seriously, Gitae may hate romance, but passion? have u seen his faces when he about to kill? man doing it with all passion🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 and hate that he built to his father and romance. but this mf is still insane.
in case with Jake, sweet pookie wookie in comparison to his brother. respect siblings indifference, partly agree, because he both hate and love his father so he is chill.
I'm the anon that asked about Jake and Gitae having a sister. I agree with your points (the fighting part was more of a funny ramble cuz I was watching Durarara and thought it would be funny if the sis was like Shizuo😅 lol sorry I didn't really mean for it to be taken too serious). In any case I do think Jake would probably more netural or slightly friendly relationship with his sister but more or less out of a sort of pity that she had no one growing up because of their dad's actions. I also thought that Gapryoung only got the surgery after Jake was born my bad I think I didn't read the character properly.
i mean yeah, Jake 100% is friendly towards most people if they don’t give him a reason to be opposite. yes, i think he will try to build some family relationships and etc, but will he be like protective brother? probably no, if he see that his siblings are grown and capable of taking care about themselves. of course if help will be needed he will help, for sure, but still he have big deals, his life and family to care about.
Not I request more of how do you think the characters would act in such a situation.
I was curious as to how Gitae and Jake would feel about having a younger sister. Since it is by theory possible that Jake could have a sis younger than him by 8 months. But the thing is the sister has no idea who their dad is since she was abandoned at a young age by her mom for not being a boy. She became one of the strongest fighters just for revenge to prove to her mom that she doesn't have to be a boy. With her drive being rage she is very aggressive in fights so the point that many of the people she fights will spend months recovering (to the point that even people like Gun and James avoid her) . After which she finds out about her dad. To her he has no value he's non existent and not worth thinking about. The only way Jake and Gitae find out she exists is because of Tom ( he believes she is the strongest out of them). How do you think Gitae and Jake would be around her. I feel like in such a scenario Gitae would try to find her to end her while Jake would go to prevent Gitae. I imagine she is far more willing to be brutal with Gitae and Jake has to step in to actually save him. She doesn't care for family since she thinks family is a lie. I would think Jake would see her as a kid hurt by the world their dad brought her into. I feel like Jake would actually try to find more about her and try to move her to life without fighting. For Gitae I'm not sure.
hello
no, there is no way that Gap can have younger then Jake kids because Minson stated herself that he did vasectomy right after he learned that she is pregnant. older sister? yes, possibly, because in latest chapter Gitae said “there is no other brothers” which is interesting detail if we gonna overthink about it.
second, i personally hate “strongest/smartest/greatest” trope, its simply not how it works irl. and yes i know its all fictional and we can dream and etc, but all <…> insanely boooooooring
third, Gitae dgaf about anyone, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t interested or scared, the only reason he killed all other brothers is because they respected Gap, and now Jake because he didn’t want to join him -> an obstacle in his path plus he said he have a respect for Gap for romance.
fourth. no girl stand a chance against characters like Gitae, Gun, Shingen, Shintaro, literally any brutal character that ptj draws with monstrous passion. not in his universe. have u seen this monsters? im not even sure someone like Sofia, who is professionally trained in army are capable to stand against Gitae. plus this mf have years of experience, plus grow up in extremely dangerous and violent area. plus he use axe. so straight no. there is no chance. would Jake step in to stop? ofc. because of feeling sorry? lol no. simply because to save someone else's life.
and another thing. Jake maybe positive and good character, but he love and respect his mum more, and even if his relationship with Gitae wasn’t shown a lot i bet he doesn’t like him and other siblings, because all of them are walking reminders that your mother was betrayed by man. ofc it’s only Gaps fault but there are feelings you can’t control sometimes (source : personal experience). last paragraph is just my idea, not saying that Jake is necessarily this way.
author's note ; just rewatched ‘the legend’ with Tom Hardy and recent lookism chap and… ugh, there is something i want to tell you about Gitae...
tw ; rape, abuse, and canonical violence, please if these themes is triggering you, don’t interact with this post. we highly condemn such behavior in real life and everything that is written here is disgusting and unforgivable. MINORS/EMPTY BLOGS DNI!!!
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the rain outside pounded violently against the windows, drowning out everything except the thunder in your own chest. your shared apartment was dim, shadows stretching long across the walls, wrapping around the space like something suffocating.
your hands trembled as you peeled off your soaked clothes in the bathroom, trying to steady your breath. the damp fabric clung to your skin, and every movement felt sluggish — like wading through a nightmare you couldn’t wake from.
then — the front door slammed open.
a violent shudder tore through your body.
heavy, hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. you didn’t need to look. you already knew.
a presence, dark and looming, filled the doorway before you could even move.
Gitae.
he stood there, drenched from the rain, water dripping from his clothes, his face eerily blank. too blank. not a hint of anger, not even frustration — just his cold, dark eyes, like dragging you back had been nothing more than an inconvenience.
you froze, fingers tightening around the towel still clutched against your bare chest.
a single step forward.
his hand shot out, dug into your forearm with terrifying ease.
“Gitae —! Gitae, let me go!” your voice rose in panic as he dragged you forward, his pace unrelenting. “stop—stop—stop!”
he didn’t stop.
he yanked you through the apartment, past the living room, the hallway — his grip tightening every time you struggled. your feet stumbled against the floor, your free hand clawing at his fingers, but it was useless.
a breathless, panicked struggle — your nails digging into his grip, your free hand shoving at his arm — useless.
he didn’t even flinch. didn’t even acknowledge your resistance as he yanked you forward, dragging you through the apartment with a grip like iron.
your bare feet scraped against the floor. a stumble, a desperate pull back — nothing changed.
he was too strong.
the hallway blurred past you. the dim light barely illuminated his sharp silhouette, towering over you, his pace unrelenting.
“Gitae, stop! stop!” you kept screaming, eyes burning. “what are you doing?! please, stop”
a sharp jolt — your shoulder hitting the wall as you twisted in his grip, trying to dig your heels into the floor. your breath came in ragged, shaky gasps, the panic clawing up your throat.
it didn’t matter.
he didn’t stop.
you weren’t even a person to him in that moment — just something that needed to be put back where it belonged.
then — he threw you.
the air left your lungs in a violent choke as your body hit the floor of the bedroom. a sharp sting flared through your hip where you landed, the cold wood pressing into your bare skin.
the room spun.
a slow, suffocating silence swallowed everything.
you tried to force yourself up, but your vision was too blurring, heart hammering so loudly it drowned out the storm outside.
your breathing — too fast, too uneven. the metallic taste of fear sat heavy on your tongue.
Gitae was still there, towering over you.
standing above you, watching with that same detached, cold gaze.
like your pain was nothing. sickening realization settled deep in your gut.
he enjoyed this.
not in an obvious way, not with a smirk or a cruel laugh — but in the simple fact that his cold gaze didn't even changed. not even for a second.
you fight. you scream. it didn't change anything.
your pulse spiked. a shudder rippled down your spine.
and then — his huge arm moved again.
a swing.
impact.
a sharp, blinding shock of pain exploded across your face. the force sent you reeling, your body slamming further back, skin scraping against the wooden floor.
the corner of the room caught you — a dead end.
your vision swam, black spots bleeding into your sight. your whole body trembled and the air felt wrong. like the walls were closing in, like the shadows in the room had weight, pressing into your lungs.
the pain was still blooming across your face, hot and stinging, as you slumped into the cold corner. air felt thick, suffocating, the room spinning slightly from the impact.
a shiver racked through your body—not from the cold, not from the wet clothes clinging to your skin, but from the presence towering above you.
Gitae hadn’t moved from where he stand. yet.
he just stood there, watching.
then — he stepped forward.
heavy weight of his boots against the wooden floor made your stomach twist. every inch of your body screamed to try to move, to run again, but there was nowhere to go.
monstrous shadow loomed over you.
before you could flinch away, his fingers tangled into your hair.
a sharp yank — pain exploded across your scalp as your head was wrenched back, forcing you to look up at him. the dull, warm light of the room cast deep shadows over his face, but his eyes — dark, unreadable — burned into yours.
his grip tightened pressing your head to the wall.
“this is for trying to escape, ungrateful whore.”
his voice was low, steady — devoid of any emotion. just a poison dripping from his lips.
your breath hitched, hands flying up to claw at his wrist, desperate to loosen his grip. but it was useless. his strength overpowered yours without even trying.
in one swift motion, his free hand slid down, powerful fingers hooking under your knees.
a rush of motion — your stomach lurched as your body left the ground. his grip was unshakable, effortless — like you weighed nothing in his arms.
before your mind could catch up, before you could process the shift in balance —
he threw you. like some kind of doll
the impact was jarring, the breath punched from your lungs as your back hit the bed. mattress creaked violently beneath the sudden force, the cold sheets tangling under you.
space between you and him was gone in a second.
bed sheets clung uncomfortably to your wet skin, getting tangled between fingers, preventing every attempt to crawl back.
to slip away from this monster.
what was scarier was his emotionless face as he rested his knee on the mattress, and the bed creaked pitifully under his weight. this emotionless expression on his face.
your eyes didn’t leave his, locked in a wordless standoff, like the only thing holding back the final, irreversible moment was the thin, trembling line of eye contact strung tight between you.
and you were the first to snap.
it wasn’t a plan or a decision — it was something primal, a final jolt of panic that pulled your body into motion as you twisted, throwing yourself away from him with a surge of adrenaline that left your limbs burning. you turned your back on him — out of blind hope that escape was still possible, that there was a door waiting to be reached, a handle to be turned... a life to return to.
but the moment your body shifted, your luck betrayed you. the sheets beneath you, still soaked wound itselves around your legs like living restraints, like they, too, belonged to him. wet fabric dragged at your skin, slowed your movement, fought against you like cold, heavy vines.
and that hesitation was all it took.
you had just reached the edge, one hand stretching out toward the bedroom floor as if it were salvation, when you felt it — his hand, impossibly strong and utterly unmoved by your resistance, closing around your shin.
there was no warning, no words, no mercy. just the firm grip of inevitability.
you were pulled back as if you were nothing more than weightless cloth, your body dragged across the tangled sheets with ease, like every desperate move you made meant nothing, like you’d never had a chance from the start.
and in that moment, as you were yanked back into the center of the bed — back into the center of his control — what hurt most wasn’t even the pain.
it was the clarity.
you were not free. you had never been.
not with Gitae Kim.
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a/n ; tbh at first i thought i could write actual nsfw part, but now im not so sure... maybe it was too much, but i hope we all understand how terrible and disgusting act this is.
