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foreveralbon · 2 days

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go ahead and smile - mv33

in which max is the only person who can bring her back to normal wc: 2k of straight yapping i'm so sorry

i really don't know if i like this or not but oh well

Days like these are the worst. The ones where it’s easier to stay quiet and closed off than feign smiles and laughter.

It’s not often that you succumb to these mood swings, but when you do it’s difficult to get out. Thoughts swirl around your head - everything and nothing all at once. Messages stay unread, unanswered and calls are declined by the first ring. The curtains stay shut and you move about the world, eyes sullen and lips downturned in a small frown. A ghost of yourself.

Sometimes all that you ache to do is to reach out and hold someone you love and remind them of it, and have everything as normal as it used to be before you shut yourself out.

But by then it’s become a routine, one where people know not to bother you because no matter what they do or what they say, none of them can break you out of your shell.

It’s only ever Max who can do that.

His smile, his smell, his touch, his presence is the one thing that can bring you back down to earth. Day after day, he reminds you that he’s always there waiting for you at the end of your bouts. You’ve come to rely on him to know what to do when you’re like this - God knows you can barely think straight, so caught up in your own head that you don’t realise what’s going on around you.

It’s hard for him to help you if he doesn’t know, though. It’s been ten days since you’ve seen him in person, and four days since you’ve spoken to anyone but him. The isolation has fallen like a blanket over you, warm and comforting but a barrier to the world you aren’t willing to remove. Except for Max.

See, it’s far more simple to fake normalcy over text than in person, and although Max knows you better than anyone else, even he can’t tell that you’ve closed yourself off through the messages you send back and forth.

Come Wednesday night and you weren’t expecting him home, but the click of the front door is a pleasant surprise. You’re swaddled in the warmth of your bed, an old movie playing softly in the background as you watch with hooded eyes.

He calls out for you, and you can hear the scuff of his feet as he slips his shoes off, making his way through his house in search of you.

“In the room,” you call back.

Max raps lightly against your bedroom door, peeking in when you don’t respond. His face lights up at the sight of you. He rushes to your side, grabbing your face to kiss you in greeting. “Hi, schatje.”

“Hi, bub,” you say. You hug him tightly, but your grip isn’t as strong as it usually is, to the point where Max has to tap out to breathe as he jokes that you’re suffocating him.

Instead, you burrow your face into his neck, inhaling the strong scent of his cologne, hands tracing the lines of muscle on his back. It's a weak attempt in grounding yourself, but the heaviness that weighs down your shoulders is still there after a moment in his embrace.

So you just groan inwardly, moving to brush your cheek against his. “Good day?”

He hums in affirmation as he rears back a bit, blue eyes mapping the slope of your face. One look at your withdrawn figure and he can tell.

The bed dips when he sits beside you. He starts to rub comforting circles on your back, big palm warm against your chilly flesh. In his mind, he’s already formulating the right plan, following an unspoken routine that he keeps for times like these.

He’s never been the best at reasoning with others, but for you, he speaks with the softest voices, comes to the most understanding solution if that’s what it takes to bring you back to him.

“How about we go out for dinner, and if you don’t feel like eating more than an entrée, we can leave?” He compromises. When he’s met with silence, Max pulls you in closer, his lips lovingly meeting your temple as he murmurs, “Please, I’ve missed you, I want to spend time with you. Just an hour.”

You relax into his touch with a resigned sigh. “Fine. One hour. Then we go home.”

—

Dinner is far from good.

You sit there, picking at the Greek salad you’d ordered, pushing the greens around your plate. Max is sat awkwardly across from you, forking pasta into his mouth in long intervals.

The restaurant buzzes around you, waiters bustling about with silverware and stacked arms of dirty dishes. A couple next to you, bouyantly joyful, clink wine glasses and talk with wide smiles. You can't help the spark of jealousy in your chest at the sight of them. It should be you who's as cheerful as they are, having a great night with the love of your life as you mark his return home.

And yet, you can't find it in yourself to speak.

It takes for you to drain your second glass of wine before Max tries to break the silence. “How has work been?”

“Good,” you mumble. “But I’ve called in sick for the last three days. Didn’t feel like leaving home.”

“You didn’t mention that to me.” Max frowns, dropping his fork onto his plate. He reaches out to grab your hand, your smaller palm fitting perfectly into the crevices of his calloused one. “You should’ve told me.”

You shrug dismissively. “I didn't want to bother you with it.”

“That's bullshit, you could never bother me. Not with things like this.” His eyes hold a pity that you can't bear to see. The carvings on the edge of the wooden table suddenly become far more interesting, and you waver under his gaze.

It doesn't take long for you to bite out a harsh, “Can we leave now?”

He inhales, like he wants to say something. But then he mutters a low fuck before calling for the waiter's attention. As the man starts to make his way to you, you stand abruptly, chair screeching so loud against the tiled floor that even Max winces at the pitch.

“I'm gonna wait in the car, yeah?”

You barely lasted forty-five minutes.

—

If you thought the car ride was going to be any better, you were greatly mistaken. If anything, it's been far more tense than anything you've ever experienced with Max.

Your fists are curled, nails pressing crescent-moon indents into the sofy skin, and you have your teeth clenched so tightly, your gums and jaw are beginning to ache.

Max’s demeanour, however, is the complete opposite of yours. The sleeves of his dress shirt have been folded up to his elbows (courtesy of you; he’s always been the kind of get his cuffs dirty while eating), and he leans back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other in his lap, calmness and relaxation personified.

The car slows to a stop as he approaches a red light. On any other day, red lights are his opportunity to sneak a kiss from you, a touch, anything. But now, you stay staring ahead, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Oh, I love this song!” He exclaims suddenly. He taps the steering wheel in succession to the beats of the song playing on the radio, whistling in a half-assed attempt to keep a proper tune. Normally, the sound of his broken whistles would be enough to crack a smile out of you, make you howl in laughter as you tease him even.

But now, you just purse your lips and reach to turn the volume down, the biggest reaction he’s gotten out of you since the restaurant.

“Come on, schatje,” Max mutters dejectedly. “Don’t do that.”

Your silence is your greatest virtue though, so he takes it as a sign to stop, the car ride quiet all the way home.

You’re out of the car the moment Max turns the off the engine, door slamming loudly behind you.

Max trails behind you into the apartment, lights flickering on when he steps in. He watches you busy yourself with turning all the lights on and opening doors to let Jimmy and Sassy into the rooms.

It's just before you enter the kitchen - to pour yourself a cup of tea, he's ready to assume - when he rushes up to you. “Wait, wait.”

“What?” You frown in confusion.

Max just rests a light hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the comfort of your room. It's the first step to his master plan: take you somewhere familiar, somewhere you feel safe. He pushes you down on the edge of the bed and crouches in between your knees.

He grins up at you as your frown deepens. “What're you doing, bub?”

His fingers press into your cheeks, pushing them back to stretch your lips into the closest thing he can get to a smile. “See? It’s not the real thing, but that there’s the girl I know. Smiley.”

“Stop, Max,” you whine as you swat his arm away.

“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me,” he coaxes gently. “I know it’s one of those times but I can’t help make it better if you don’t tell me what caused it. I'm ready to talk about it when you are.”

Truth is, you really don’t know what caused it this time round. Sometimes, you can pinpoint the change to a certain event. Other times, it just happens. It’s so easy to stop smiling because it doesn’t feel like there’s a proper reason to. Because there’s no one to smile for, nothing to be happy about. Then the isolation turns you in on yourself, nothing to pull you from under that blanket of loneliness.

“I don’t know,” you admit. Your throat feels scratchy because of your prolonged silence and the words feel far too forced. “I just… wasn’t in the mood to be happy.”

His tone is soothing, raspy voice whispering with a care you’re more than familiar with. “Is it because I wasn’t there?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, shaking your head. Then you pause before nodding as an afterthought. “I don't know. Honestly.”

“Oh, schatje. It doesn’t have to be like that, you know. You don’t have to push people away.” He speaks to you softly, never falling into the cusp of condescending like how so many people have chosen to treat you in these times. He reaches over the console to brush loose strands of hair away from your face, pausing momentarily when you watch him with a desperation in your eyes. A look that pleads with him to help you leave this bad headspace.

“Sometimes,” you whisper, “it feels like there’s no point. I just want to stay home and stay silent and not have to do anything or listen to anyone. And I know I shouldn’t, so I don’t. But then it just happens even when I don’t mean for it to. I don’t know how to make it stop, Max.”

“I know you don't want it to,” Max laments, “and I know sometimes it feels like you can only find help here-” He taps your temple gently “-But it doesn't have to be like that. You don't have to shut me out or shut yourself out, and you definitely don't have to pretend that you're alright when I'm not here. So call me, text me. I'll answer, because I don't want you feeling alone. I don't want you to push me away. When I come home, I don't this version of you because it kills me to see you trapped in yourself. I want you. My smiley girl.”

His words tug at your heartstrings, a hurt that only comes about from caring too much. From loving too much. It's foolish, you know, to try and stop the tears but Max is more than consoling when it comes, brushing away your pain with the pads of his fingers.

“I'm sorry for being a bitch earlier.” But your apology needs no accepting.

Max rests your head against his shoulder, his shallow breaths calming your racing heart. He’s home and everything is right.

It’ll take a moment for it to go back to normal, though. For your home to light up again, for the messages on your phone to be answered and for your friends to become your people again. But it’ll happen. It always does.

Then with a soft kiss to your forehead, Max cements his place in your heart. “Now smile for me.”

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author’s note: and if only i had a max for times like these lol i think i'd be a bit more sane

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haerni · 2 days

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OH MY GOD, “who is he? ”

summary: feels like you’re fallin’ deeper & maybe you’re going crazy, right? does he want you or not? he’s so confusing!

ft. park sunghoon (based on ‘OMG’ by newjeans!)

content: fem! reader, tooth-rotting fluff, a lil bit of hurt comfort, sunghoon is that confusing guy, mutual pining, reader is a bit embarrassing i think? sunoo your support system! 1.8k words

— very very minimal proofread and editing bc ive only done this in one sitting (help me).

( 🍃 ) notes: this took me so long omfgsbks but here we are with my very first content on this blog, please be nice TT sunghoon might be ooc saur.. theres that! can u tell i love sunoo, i have to sneak him in. maybe the story will jump for awhile so sorry for that also.

you've probably liked PARK SUNGHOON for almost half of your life.

ever since he sat with you at the swing from the park you used to go to when you were kids and offering his own comfort when you were crying on that day, to this day forward when he offers his shoulder for you to cry on.

he never questions the reasons behind your cries, he never pushes and all he does is sit there and offer you whispers of solace that you take to heart.

because your best friend wouldn't want the worst for you.

because all he does is care for you.

and maybe—just maybe—you hate him a little for it, for doing things that make your heart flutter, for simply just touching your hair and pulling you closer hoping that it will quell the sadness that consumes you. or when he would walk with you home after his practice despite being tired and run down to the bones, he would never miss a day. or when he would call you such sweet things like you are together when you aren't.

or when one time he heard through jay how someone was making passes on you and disgusting comments about you, he comes home with a bruised lip and wounded knuckles. he refused to let you see him, not until you forced your way to his room with the first aid kit his mother let you borrow, because he also wouldn't let her treat him.

or when you can't even pretend to be okay in the sea of bodies in a party and he notices right away. he drags you by your hand and drags you out of the party without a care for anyone. he only tells you that he hates the party and would rather eat out in a convenience store nearby.

he holds your hand tightly, you knew that night you loved park sunghoon more than you could ever imagine.

a decade into your friendship, you fell in love with your best friend, park sunghoon.

you did your best to hide it, to keep these emotions at bay and lock away into the very bottom of your heart. you swallow the bubbling feeling in your throat whenever he's close. you did your very best to preserve the relationship the both of you built together. even if all you wanted was just ruin it and become something more.

loving park sunghoon was easy, it was easy as the breeze that touched your hair, it was easy as falling into a routine of living and looking forward to days when he's with you. the prospect of loving sunghoon comes naturally and you don't know how to stop it. it just grows more everyday and suddenly you find yourself in garden of flowers blossoming in your heart, so much that's its starting to flow out little by little and you're slipping, you're heart is becoming unguarded, the walls you've spent all your life building is chipping away slowly.

it's becoming suffocating, it's hard to breathe around him.

the passing touches, the stolen glances and brief silence has been occurring more and more.

it's only a matter of time, before someone catches on. unfortunately, that time is right now.

"what's with you and sunghoon, lately?" your friend, sunoo asks, "did you guys have a fight?"

a second passes before you answer him, "we did not. why do you ask?"

sunoo sits closer to you and puts his face on his palm, "you have been avoiding him."

you stopped, "no, i'm not."

"it's lunch and you're sitting here with me in the library, working on an assignment that's not due until next week, when you usually never miss eating when he comes by our room to eat with you." he pointed out.

too specific. were you that predictable? and when you don't answer sunoo realizes something. when his eyes widen too much for your comfort that's when you interject from whatever train of thought he had.

"or maybe—"

"i don't know what you are talking about, sunoo."

"you're avoiding him.."

"i already told you, i'm not—!"

"sure, keep telling yourself that." sunoo snorts at that, "i know you like him and not how a best friend should."

you can't breathe again, you were absolutely done for. because sunoo was right, he got the answer right and you couldn't find it in yourself to quip back at him. you can't find it in yourself to deny and brush it off, because it's simply not real, it's not what your heart is telling you. maybe, that was your last straw.

maybe that was all it needed for you to let out your heart just for once and face the reality.

you don't want sunghoon as a best friend.

the realization hits harder when someone utters it out, because you have lived all your life hiding and suddenly, it pours out like rain after a long unending drought.

now here you are. in the porch of your house under the moonlight with you encased in sunghoon's arms, because you were stupid enough to go out and try to forget about him, to go see other people and hope that you can lose all these feelings you have for him. it didn't, maybe it never will. a boy, somehow he's the same height and stature as sunghoon it was enough for you to agree for a dinner out.

it was stupid to begin with. you didn't even know this guy's name (you can't even bother to remember). because while you sat there and tried to engage with him, your mind drifted far on how he does not have the same moles as sunghoon, he does not make you laugh like sunghoon does, maybe he would've took you out to that ramen place you always go to after a long day instead of this fancy restaurant that you don't even know. quite sure enough that guy only talked about himself, you didn't listen.

"so are we going?" he gives you an all-knowing smile and as you try to turn him down a voice comes in.

"she's not going with you." you look behind, and there he stands one hand in his pocket wearing a white button-up shirt that you haven't seen before, a cold gaze accompanying it and his hair done all too perfectly—like he was on a date.

"hey! who do you think you are?" sunghoon ignores him as he offers his hand to you. tilting his head in question. you did not hesitate to grab it. it's almost a curse for him to know when you need him the most.

you can feel the heat rising up in your body as he intertwines both of your hands and gives it a squeeze.

he brings you home, like how he promised your dad when you were sixteen.

you bite your lips in hopes of suppressing all the emotions running down on you. but you can't really do that in front of sunghoon, can you?

you broke down.

and sunghoon was there—it was enough. it was enough for everything to pour out.

"i'm tired, hoon." his arms tighten around you, burying his face to your hair, almost as if he's kissing it in comfort.

you're tired? is it because of that guy? should he beat him up? you wouldn't like it anyway, so he erase the thought. park sunghoon has never hated anyone more than that jerk right now. he curses that stupid guy who made you like this.

"i hate you park sunghoon."

"you don't mean that."

you don't.

"i really really hate you." you were probably the worst to utter such words to him. to your best friend, to sunghoon out of all people. but you can't stop. "you're so stupid, stupid."

it takes him back, he didn't expect for you to be mad at him. he's silent for a moment as he continues to hold you like you're going to disappear.

"how am i stupid, baby?" there he goes again with those stupid nicknames.

you refuse to look at him, burying your face to his nape. and when you don't answer he talks for you.

"do you hate me that much for you not to look at me?" you really hate park sunghoon.

he sighs at the lack of your response. he sighs before he turns his face closer to your ear, "what am i gonna do, baby? you hate me, but i like you so much."

what? what the fuck?

that makes you widen your eyes processing what he just said as you sit up straight and facing him. and it makes him laugh a little, he probably shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. not when you're this adorably looking at him like you can't believe it.

"don't joke about things like that park sunghoon!"

wow, using his government name? "you don't believe me?" you don't answer. "why do you think i came to that awful restaurant wearing this shirt?" you knew it was new, you've never seen him wear it.

"because you want to fit it?" you answer.

"that too," he laughs, "and because you didn't eat lunch with me, you didn't walk home with me. i heard from sunoo, that you were out with someone and you didn't dress up because of me. you were on a date and it wasn't me. you were avoiding me, baby."

he looks at you and it hurts because both of you are a fucking idiot. all this time, sunghoon liked you.

park sunghoon likes you.

"how long?" and you can't help it, you have to know.

he thinks for a second, "hm.. since when you were on that swing? i thought you were pretty." he smiles so easily.

oh my god.

you buried your face once more, not really knowing what to do, because for the longest time you thought you were the only one feeling this way.

but sunghoon understands, he continues to talk, "jay thinks i'm obsessed with you. he's not wrong, you know? you don't have to say anything right now, i know you're having a har—"

you kissed him. park sunghoon is really an idiot. how can you not like him? how can anyone not even like him? he's so stupid. sunghoon's eyes widen a bit, but melts into your touch as quickly.

god, was this really happening? please don't ever wake him up if this is a dream.

you pulled away for a breather and he reached for another one causing you to block his lips with your hand.

feeling the blood in your cheeks, flustered as sunghoon kisses your palm instead. his hand coming up to yours to remove it.

"can i kiss you again?" you were going to die, "please?" you're sure of it.

"no!"

sunghoon laughs at that. you can't feel it, but his cheeks are really hurting now from smiling. maybe one day you'll let him kiss you more, but for now this is enough.

he has loved you almost all of his life.

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fatbiatchforever · 19 hours

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Worry Worry

Bucky called out for you just as you entered, "Baby?"

You closed the door behind you.

Bucky peaked out of the kitchen with a smile plastered on his face, "Heyyy,"

You meekly smiled at him, "Hi."

You heard a drop, before he appeared from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the apron, "Are you ok?"

You nodded.

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrap around his biceps, as you looked up to meet his careful eyes,

"Y/N,"

"Buck,"

He pressed his lips on your forehead, "You'll tell me if something is wrong, right?"

"Mhm,"

You leaned into his touch, just for a second.

You pulled back and walked away with your back towards him,

"I'm going to take a shower, do you need help with dinner?"

"No." Bucky continued, "Doll?"

You turned to him, "Yep?"

He looked at you, his eyes making you nervous.

"Buck?"

The intensity decreased this time, "Do you want me to get you ice-cream? We're out of it."

You smiled, "No, I'm okay, don't worry."

You basically ran out of the room before he could stare at you more.

You knew you were doing the right thing. Right?

Before you could analyze your choices more, you got out of the shower and gave yourself a pep talk.

You are NOT going to break. How hard is it to keep a secret from him? You're a strong, independent wom-

"Doll?"

Fuck

You walked out of the room, with the fakest smile plastered on your face. If anything, this whole thing proved that you have no future in acting.

"Damn, this looks good!"

You went through your usual convos way too quickly today. You tried engaging him with random stuff but you knew he wasn't buying any of it. After ten minutes, your eyes were glued to your plate and his were on you.

You looked up, "Food's really good."

"Yeah?"

You nodded.

You looked up again and looked back immediately down. It was starting to annoy you, why was he staring into your soul?

"Can you stop?"

Bucky kept his beer down, "Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

You scoffed, "Like this," you did the best Bucky impression you could, but he wasn't impressed. He frowned, "I don't look like that."

"Well, next time go check yourself in the mirror when you do it, WHICH IS ALL THE TIME."

"What's wrong?"

The questioned angered you more. You didn't like that he was pushing you.

"Nothing."

"Doll,"

"I'm done."

You get up to clear your side of the table.

"Fine, don't tell me."

You turned to him, "Oh, is this annoying to you? When someone won't just say what's bothering them. I can't imagine how you must feel."

You hated it as soon as it came out of your mouth. Not that you showed it to him, you turned back to close the dishwasher and walked to your room.

You were fuming at him and yourself. Maybe you blew this way out of proportion.

After a weak try to get through your night routine, you plopped under your covers, hoping it would hide you from the mess you made.

You followed his every step outside though. Him cleaning up, his night checks before he heads to bed, his footsteps getting closer to the bedroom, him shuffling around the room before he settled in.

You laid there in silence, in the dark, for a while, confused about how to start, worrying if he was mad or hurt by what you said or the way you acted.

"I'm sorry."

Silence followed. You fucked up, BIG TIME.

Your eyes watered, but then he turned. He turned and hugged you. This was the last straw for you, you couldn't help but break in his arms. The stress of the day, the stress of hiding things from him and the guilt, it all hit you like thousand bricks.

You turned to face him and hugged him tightly. He held you through it. He let you cry into his chest as he ran his hand on your back, soothingly.

You sniffed, "I got your shirt all wet."

He laughed, "That's okay."

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

He kissed your forehead and wiped your tears, "I know you didn't mean it."

"I didn't. I don't mind waiting for you to open up."

"I know, I've seen it doll. You don't have to say anything."

"I'm sorry, I really love you and," your voice cracked, your eyes were watering up again.

He held you closer, "I love you too. It's ok, I promise, I'm not hurt."

You pulled away to turn on the lamp.

"I need to tell you something."

He sat straight, looking at you intently.

"So I went out to get lunch. You know the cute cafe that opened nearby?"

"Yeah?"

"That one. Did you know they have another branch at-"

"Doll,"

"Right, so when I was walking I felt like someone was following me."

Bucky immediately tensed up, his eyes widened,

"Buck, I'm fine. I'm here."

You hold his arm, trying to calm him down, but it didn't help.

"What happened Y/N?" He asked sternly, his voice no longer understanding or calming.

"I walked a little more to see if it was in my head. Turns out, it wasn't." You paused, knowing the next part was going to make it even more worse, "I- I tried calling you but,"

"Fuck." Bucky said under his breath. He pulled back, "Fuck, I didn't pick up your call because of the meeting."

"Bucky, I'm fine."

"Something could have happened to you and I didn't pick up when you needed me."

"Buck," you moved closer, but he wasn't having any of it, "What did you do?"

"I called Sam. He told me to wait for him at a restaurant nearby. He was on the call the whole time. He came, we spoke about what happened and he said he was going to look into it. He left me back to the office and even came back to drop me home."

Bucky was ticked off, you saw it on his face, his jaws clenched and his voice heavy, "I saw him before I got out, why didn't he tell me?"

You remained silent.

"Why didn't he tell me Y/N?"

"I told him not to."

Bucky stood up, but you reached out for his hand, "Buck, I wanted to tell you. I knew it would freak you out and make you spiral out of control. I wanted to be the one to break the news to you. It's not a big deal, I-"

"You getting followed is a big deal Y/N. The biggest fucking deal." He said each word slowly and clearly.

He paced around the room, muttering under his breathe.

"I'll stay home and work. I won't go out alone. We'll be fine."

"No, we need to move. We're staying at the headquarters for a bit, till I figure this out. We need to get new numbers-"

"Change my face too while we're at it?"

Bucky's look immediately shut you up.

"Why didn't you tell me immediately? Why did you try to hide it?"

You pointed at him, "This. I knew you would worry and I don't know, I just didn't how to say this without you worrying."

You looked down, cursing whoever followed you for ruining the peace you had going on.

The bed dipped beside you, "Y/N?"

You looked at him. He no longer looked angry. He looked worried, nervous, "Are you ok?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine Buck. I promise."

"I'm sorry for not being there for you. I should've been there."

"You didn't know. You think I don't know that the minute I mention I need you, you won't be there in a heart beat? I know that Buck, I know you'll be there for me."

"I'm always going to worry about you. You're my, my everything, Y/N. My job is to protect you, everything else comes after."

"Technically, your job is to protect the world."

Bucky's eyes softens, "You're my world,"

You pulled him into a hug, a tight one, "Cheesy, but fine."

Bucky chuckles.

You look at him, "Are you mad?"

"Not at you."

"At Sam?"

"Not for you to worry about."

"Buck, I told-"

Bucky's lips brushed yours softly. You sighed into him, your hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. The kiss deepened, each exploring the other with a mix of urgency and tenderness.

He slowly pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, "We'll figure this out together."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james barnes #marvel

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xzhdjsj · 2 days

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Remnants of the Past

Xanthus x Reader

Slow dancing with Xanthus

Here's that draft I mentioned in your comments @chilliesillie!

Uhhhh I'm sorry in advance👁👁

Clai yes you🫵 that apology doesn't apply to you jk jk ily<3

Also just for you I made sure Love tells Xanthus they love him in this one!

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And if you have a minute, why don't we go Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the end of everything So, why don't we go somewhere only we know?

The waves crashed against a rocky edge where the land touched the sea, each crash a rhythmic roar of nature's might.

The blindfold on your eyes left everything to your imagination, the rest of your sense dances with the stimulation of the elements, the cold breeze against your skin, the relentless surge of the waves and seagulls screeching overhead.

Xanthus’ unwavering insistence on the blindfold, urged you to keep it in place until deemed fit for you to remove it. You embraced his request without hesitation, excited for whatever surprise he had planned for you. With his guidance leading your steps, you didn’t feel a single ounce of worry or concern. You trusted him wholeheartedly after all.

"I smell the ocean." You smile.

"Well that much is obvious, isn't it? You can hear it too." His body moves behind yours, gently pulling at the silky cloth obscuring your vision. "Alright, you ready?"

"As I'll ever be!" You cheered, bracing yourself for what you're about to see.

You were quick to realise that no amount of mental preparation was ever going to be enough for the sight before you. Silently, you stare in awe and your mouth drops open as you heave a sigh.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Xanthus mused at your reaction than the actual scene before him.

From where you stood, all you could see was water, the shimmery blue and green colour push and pull creating a glistening illusion. That combined with the yellows and oranges of the sunset was magical, like a bottled potion in a witch’s lair. It was straight out of a fantasy film, perhaps the most beautiful coast you've ever seen. You don't bother answering Xanthus' question, instead breaking free from his grasp, laughter swirling into the wind as you ran to the railed edge of the cliff. Xanthus was shocked at your sudden burst of energy, panicking to catch up to you.

"Hold on! Be careful!" He shouted.

Naturally, Xanthus got their first, perks of being a vampire with enhanced swiftness. You pay him no mind, leaning over the metal bars as you marvelled at the shoreline below. Xanthus' arm securely hugged your body, an extra layer of protection warding off any possibility of a misstep.

"I admire your enthusiasm, but I don't intent to lose you just yet love." He chuckled playfully.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. Are you seeing this?" You turned to him, wild eyes finding his.

He continued to laugh at your expression, "So many times, I'm completely unmoved by it now."

"Really?" You turned back to the ocean. The way the water moved and splashed against the rocky shores below was mesmerising. "I don't think I could ever get used to this."

Theres a land mass that caught your attention, one completely detached from the land near it, it was only a fragment compared to the mighty cliff that you stood atop. It blended perfectly into the scenery of the sunset and foamy waves that break at its base.

"I believe it’s called a 'stack'." Xanthus chimed, pulling your attention to him.

"Hmm?"

"The land formation you've been staring at. That one right over there." He pointed at the piece of land that resembled a tall, layered cake. "It was once a part of this very land we stand on, but years of erosion separated it from the headland."

"Woah, water sure is powerful, isn't it?"

"I like the idea of consistency being powerful more. But you're right too." Xanthus didn't spend much time looking around, his eyes were glued to you, admiring the way your cheeks rise as you smile and your eyes singe at the corners.

"You haven't even seen the best part yet."

"I don't know what could possibly be better tha-" Your sentence is cut short when Xanthus turns your body around to face the scenery you've been backing. "Holy. Shit."

Did I mention that this place looks like an excerpt from fantasy world? Because now there's a castle. You wondered to yourself how on earth you missed that? Sure, the water was lovely, but this- this is a whole new thing. It wasn't extravagant or overly grand, nor was it gigantic and clumped together. If anything, it looked like a luxurious mansion, with the architecture of a castle.

“How-” You try to speak, but your words fail you.

“I bought this place a long time ago. It was a good way to leave everything behind and be at peace for some time.” Xanthus took your hand, making his way towards the grand doors in a distance. “Naturally, it became a place I visited when I was troubled.”

Your chest warmed at his confession, and you cling closer to his body. “It’s really beautiful. I can feel the calming aura that comes with it.”

“I haven’t been here since I met you.” He looked over at you, “I didn’t have a reason to be here. Your presence is somehow enough to make me feel at ease.”

“Well, I’m glad I have that effect on you!” You flashed him a toothy grin.

Xanthus pushed the giant doors open effortlessly, like it weighed no more than a feather.

“Come on, it’s just us here. I have something special planned for you.” He ushered you inside.

“Another surprise? You’re really spoiling me today.” You took his hand again, following him down the hall.

“I hope you don’t mind. I did also arrange a change of clothes for you, to fit the setting.”

“Wait really? Like fancy fit-for-royalty garments? Cuz that’s the vibe I’m getting from the place.”

“You’ll just have to find out for yourself.” He smirked and led you up a flight of stairs. Th interior of this place was even more remarkable. The handrails of the staircase were pure gold, shining under the light from the massive diamond chandelier that hung from the painted ceiling. If there was a boundary between reality and imagination, this was certainly what it looked and felt like. Your eyes drink in as much detail as you could, but every wall was a painted canvas. It was easy to get distracted by something else when trying to focus on an initial detail.

Your steps halt at door, “This is where we’ll stay when we’re here.”

He pushed the door open for you like the gentleman he is, and you take a step inside. It was just what you imagined it would look like, opulent but inviting and cosy. You spin in a circle, admiring the entire room. There was a canopy bed in the middle of the room, its pristine white sheets looked incredibly soft and comfortable, yet your gaze was drawn to a contrasting object laying in a corner.

As you move closer to inspect the coloured material with gold embellishments, Xanthus calls behind you, “I’ll be back to get you in 15 minutes. Get dressed and wait for me.”

You turned to ask where he was going, but he’d already disappeared. With a sigh, you turn your attention back to the bed. The ‘object’ from earlier was just a suit of clothes, a heavy outfit that was certainly fit for royalty. It spurs on your curiosity for the night of what Xanthus had planned. Excitedly, you struggled but somehow managed to get the fabric onto your body by yourself. It felt like a workout, but it was worth every drop of sweat and strain. All ready and waiting for you vampire soulmate to return, you seize the opportunity to admire how you looked. Xanthus sure knew how to make dreams come true.

It didn’t take long for him to return, soft knocking on the door.

“Coming!” You yelled, rushing to open the door. “Sorry, I was sittin- Woah!”

He looked like an angel at first glance, adorned in a fully white suit with golden accents and crimson details. But beneath the veneer of this heavenly attire, lies a complex person with a sinister nature, perhaps he’s more akin to a fallen angel. That could never sway that heart of yours, what he was simply didn’t matter.

“You look… stunning.” Your eyes followed his silhouette, up and down.

“I was about to say the same about you. Looks like I made the right choice with this one. Do you feel like royalty?" He grins.

"I feel it, I think I can get used to this." You smile back at him.

Shall we?” He offers his arm to you.

With eager anticipation, you intertwined your arm with his, following his lead down the halls until you reached yet another door. The soft strains of instrumental music seeped through the cracks, enticing you further. Once more, he graciously pushed the door open, pulling you into a spacious room adorned as if poised for a grand event, yet the sole attendees are you and him.

“When did you have the time to do all this?” You asked him, enamoured by the room before you.

“I had some help of course. Do you like it?”

“Like? I love it.” You smiled and kissed him.

Now that you’re inside, the music had filled the room and atmosphere around you. Xanthus extends his hand to you.

“Will you dance with me?”

With a tender smile, you take his hand, stepping into his embrace.

Under the soft glow of the overhead lightings and candles around the room, he swayed your body in perfect synchrony with his. The way he gently moved your body was smooth and effortless, perfectly in harmony with the smooth instrumentals. Each step was filled with love and passion as you gazed into each other’s eyes. There was silent understanding between you, something that felt sorrowful and heart-wrenching, but you both ignored it- for now.

With every turn and every dip, the world outside fades away little by little, but the feeling of the end of the dance grows closer. In this quiet sanctuary, all you had was him, but did he have you?

The music slows, drawing closer to the end and his grip on your body tightens. Your heart rate increased, in sync with his.

Fear, that’s what it is. He’s reluctant to let you go.

Immediately you halt your movements, Xanthus does too, but he doesn’t react. He was expecting it.

“Lawrence, you don’t belong here. Wake up.” You lift a hand to his cheek.

“My love, I miss you. Do you miss me?” He hums against your touch, pressing his nose into your palm with his eyes closed.

“Of course I miss you, but I don’t exist in your world anymore.”

“I know” He murmurs, “Every time I miss you, I come here, and you always show up.”

“Lawrence, my love.” You coo, tears streaming down your cheek. “I’m not real. I’m just a figment of your imagination. A past that’s already behind you. You need to let me go.”

“I know.” He whispers, a broken sound that claws at the heart of anyone who hears it. “I know that, yet I keep returning. It’s funny, isn’t it? How cruel human life is? Mortality laughed at my face when it took you away from me and there was nothing I could’ve done.”

“Lawrence please,” you sob, “You can’t keep hurting yourself like this.”

“I’ll open my eyes if you tell me you still love me.” He smiles against your hand.

“Of course I still love you. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved and the only one I’ll continue to love.”

“Thank you” He whispers, as his eyelashes flutter open.

Before him stood of a void of what he once saw, there was no one in his arms and no gentle hand caressing his face. There was no fancy ball room. There was no ambient lighting save for the moonlight that shone through the holes in the roof. The chandelier that once held a grand presence lies crushed in the middle of the room, and the walls are covered in moss and vines. There was no music, only the crashing waves and a tune from a small music box that’s abruptly closed behind him.

His hands, that were once grasping the air infront of him, drop to his sides.

“That’s enough Xanthus, let’s go home.” The incubus calls.

Dontis strides over to him, a gentle hand on his shoulder as he guides him out the remnants of what was once a castle. He stood with him as he watched the tides crash against the rock below them. Lawrence stares off into the distance, to the spot where there was once a stack. Now, all that’s left is a stump of the landform, long gone and eroded.

“Dontis?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you call me Lawrence from now on?”

“Why?”

“No reason. I just want you to.”

"Fine then, Lawrence."

His safe place is run over, and his safe person no longer exists, but Lawrence still clings to the remnants of the past.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on So, tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin.

#Eeeeeeeeeee #zsakuva #sakuverse #xanthus claiborne #zsakuva xanthus #xanthus x reader

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doumadono · 2 days

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Emergency request!

Yesterday evening the Aurora borealis was visible where I live, my family went to get a better view but I stayed home. Still, it was visible even from my backyard. But I missed it entirely because I had terrible diarrhea and vomited, and now I feel ugly, gross and unlucky.

The worst part was seeing texts of family and friends saying 'look outside' and 'it's amazing' sent five minutes after getting sick, and later when they got home no one asked if I was okay. The only solace I have is that if I'd gone with my fam I'd have probably shit myself.

Could I please request Shouto comforting me after having to miss something like that due to sickness? Something I "might never get to see again"? He's my comfort character.

If this doesn't qualify as an emergency I totally understand.

Aurora borealis - Shoto x Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear about your difficult evening. It's understandable to feel disappointed, but please know that missing the aurora borealis doesn't make you any less lucky or worthy. Your health and well-being are the most important things. If it's any consolation, I'm sure there will always be more opportunities to witness the beauty of nature ♥

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Shoto sat on the edge of your bed, concern etched into his features as he watched you curled up under the blankets.

Your face was drawn with exhaustion and frustration, the events of the evening clearly weighing heavily on your mind.

He reached out a gentle hand, resting it on your shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing presence in the quiet room. "Are you feeling any better?"

You glanced up at him, the faintest hint of tears glistening in your eyes. "It was supposed to be so beautiful," you murmured, your voice tinged with disappointment. "I've always wanted to see it, and now I might never get the chance again. And no, my tummy still hurts."

Shoto's heart ached at the sadness in your voice. He knew how much you had been looking forward to witnessing the natural wonder, and it pained him to see you feeling so downcast. But he also knew that there were more important things than seeing a celestial display. "What matters most right now is that you take care of yourself."

You sighed, leaning into his touch as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I just feel so… ugly and gross," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as a single tear rolled down your reddened cheek. "I feel so unlucky," you confessed, your voice tinged with sadness.

Shoto's grip tightened ever so slightly, his warmth a comforting presence against your skin. "You're not ugly or gross, baby," he said firmly, placing a kiss to your temple. "You're human, and sometimes our bodies don't cooperate the way we want them to. It's okay to feel disappointed, but please don't be so hard on yourself." Shoto's hand gently brushed against your hair, his touch soothing. "As I said, your health comes first, always."

You sniffled, a tear slipping down your cheek as you leaned into Shoto's embrace. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "You're the best boyfriend."

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips warm against your skin. "Anytime," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room.

After leaving your shared bedroom where you were resting, Shoto's mind raced as he thought of a way to bring the beauty of the Aurora borealis to you, even though you couldn't witness it in person.

Remembering Denki Kaminari, your common friend from U.A. times, was a streamer, he quickly reached out to him. Shoto pulled out his phone and dialed Denki's number. After a few rings, Denki finally answered.

"Hey, Todoroki! What's up?" Denki's cheerful voice came through the line.

"Hey, Denki. I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I have a favor to ask," Shoto replied, trying to keep his tone steady.

"Of course, man! What do you need?" Denki responded, sounding genuinely interested.

"Well, you see, the Aurora borealis is visible tonight, and… well, my girlfriend is feeling really sick and couldn't come out to see it. And since you're frequently streaming on YouTube, I was wondering if you could stream it on your channel so she could watch it from home?" Shoto explained, feeling a bit awkward.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Denki spoke again. "Wow, that sounds like a great idea! I'd be happy to help out! Let me jus finish my gameplay! Just give me a few minutes to set everything up, okay?"

Relief flooded through Shoto as he thanked Denki profusely. "Thank you so much, Kaminari. This means a lot to me and Y/N. I owe you one."

"No problem at all, Todoroki. Just glad I can help out. I'll let you know when the stream is up and running," Denki replied, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

With a grateful smile, Shoto ended the call, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders.

After some time, Todoroki returned to your shared bedroom with his laptop and a cup of freshly brewed mint. He passed you the cup and turned his computer on and navigated to YouTube.

"What are you doing, Shoto?" you asked, puzzled by his sudden actions as you slowly sat up, wrapping blanket around your shoulder, still feeling a little nauseous.

"Just wait and see," he replied with a small smile, his eyes focused on the screen.

Then, to your surprise, you saw Denki's stream pop up on the screen, the vivid colors of the Aurora borealis dancing across the display.

"Is that…?" you started, but Shoto cut you off with a nod.

"Yeah, it's Denki. He's streaming it live for you," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and understanding. "I asked him if he could do that, and he agreed instantly. It's handy having a friend who's a YouTuber," Shoto chuckled softly.

As the night sky painted itself in shades of violet, teal, and emerald, the ethereal dance of the Aurora Borealis began. The camera panned slowly, capturing every mesmerizing movement of the celestial phenomenon. The colors shifted and swirled, creating intricate patterns that seemed to come alive before your eyes. As the stream continued, the intensity of the auroras seemed to grow, casting an enchanting glow over the landscape below. Trees swayed gently in the breeze, their branches silhouetted against the shifting colors of the sky. Occasionally, a shooting star streaked across the heavens, adding an extra touch of magic to the already mesmerizing scene.

The chat buzzed with excitement as viewers shared their awe and wonder at the natural spectacle, asking Kaminari for his opinion as well.

You couldn't believe it. The beauty of the phenomenon filled you with awe, and tears welled up in your eyes as you realized what Shoto had done for you. "Shoto, I don't know what to say," you whispered, overcome with emotion.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I just wanted you to experience this, even if you couldn't be there in person. You mean everything to me, and I'll always go the extra mile to make you happy."

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serxinns · 2 days

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OOOO OGMVOVM SO IDEA:

YANDERE CLASS 1-A IS LIKE SO OBSESSED WITH READER BUT SHE HATES THEM ALL AND AVOIDS THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY DO ABT THIS?

You hated them... you hated them all they were just too overbearing! The flirting thr kissing the unwanted touching everything and whenever you told them to fuck off they'll just coo and baby you saying "thats very mean! Darling! "

They kept always crowded around you it's no surprise there Iida always insisted on study dates every chance you could get your mom would always pressure you to join her private tea party and insist it would be just the two of us the way she said it creeper you out so you would always make excuses or just awkwardly walk away leaving her confused and a bit pissed. Denki is always on your ass whether it be teasing or playing around he kept clinging to you like some puppy it was Cringe honestly...

Izuku yapping about heroes even if you weren't listening, Kirishima and Shoji trying to show off by flexing their muscles, Mina or Hakagure always gripping your arm too tight or hugging you until you couldn't breathe and you had to hit them harshly on the back and they dared to complain about it Aoyama guy always trying to stuff your face with cheese even tho the smell of cheese makes you nauseous, ochako was ok untill she started making me go bake with her and suprise suprise! Momo joins her and it always turn into some competition about anything which takes the fun out of baking

You couldn't even talk to your other friend in PEACE shinsou was your go-to friend ever since your classmates started being overbearing you would rant for hours about them and he'd listen heck he let you chill in his dorms for a while or longer you couldn't be asked for a better friend, but back to the story you were just peacefully talking to shiso at lunch until bakugo and his petty little gang came over there everyone smiling at me expect bakugo ofc just glaring at me like I did something wrong, "is.. there a problem?"

"You damn right it's a problem! Your sitting with hyno shit over there!" He said pointing at Shinso "Bakubro that's not very manly!" He said in a stern tone but you had a feeling he wasn't scolding him, "what everyone's trying to say come sit with us y/n you don't have to be alone!" Mina said in a fake sickly sweet voice I swore I saw her eye twitch a bit but you didn't back down easily "im not alone tho I got shinso and I'm fine where I'm at you can eat your lunch and have fun without me" the squad got silence and awkwardly walked away but sending one final glare at shiso

Another time when you were talking with Kendo and Monoma at 2nd you kinda disliked Monoma or thought he was some crazy lunatic just because he kept ripping on your classmates but the 2 of you weirdly got along mostly because of your distasteful experience with your classmates, if the two of you weren't ranting about how your classmates were, the two of you would talk about hero stuff (mostly monoma bragging about being the best hero) or just talking about your interests and laughing at Monoma's antics and chaoticness

Kendo on the other hand made you feel like you had a friend she knows how overbearing and overwhelming your classmates get, so she would try to pull you away as best as she could despite the glares, snarls, and scowls she swore she heard from them she still wanted to help you one day you were dragged by hakagure and Mina to go to their room to play games but Kendo quickly grabbed the back of your shirt with paint hands to pulled you away "sorry gotta borrow them for a sec!" And quickly ran off

"Thx kendo I was about to snap at them and cause a scene" She smiled at you "No problem! I felt you were uncomfortable and had to do something ugh those classmates never leave you alone huh?" You chuckled your so grateful to have a friend like Kendo "anyways let's hurry and go to this "awesome" place monoma keep spamming my phone about" you playfully rolled you eyes and walked with Kendo

Meanwhile your classmates glared at the window Cleary pissed off it "seems like those pest need a lesson.." izuku said voice laced with vemon

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #bnha fluff #bnha angst #tw unhealthy obsession #tw unconusenal touch #tw gaslighting #overbearing #toxic behaviors #itsuka kendou #monoma neito

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yanderemommabean · 12 hours

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How close are you to your goal?

I currently have 600 dollars out of a 700 dollar goal!

I'm sorry I've been so quiet, I plan to answer a few people soon, I've just been sick and trying to deal with the day to day and how to get out of here

I'm sorry to those I haven't gotten back with yet! I'm trying my best and plan to get to you within a day or two!

I can't thank you guys enough for helping me finally get out of here, at the very least i should be out of here by July, but it's possible to be sooner if i can get my medicine situation figured out and so on!

I'm incredibly thankful, and ill keep reiterating that because it's genuinely a lot of help, that you everyone had a hand in one way or another, and it means more to me than I can really describe.

You guys are the sweetest, and it feels like a dream come true to know I finally have a way out of this hell hole, all thanks to you and the people who are helping me!

I love you guys, ill try to be in touch soon! Stay safe!

-Mommabean

#mommabean #anon asks #anon confession

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amourtoken · 2 days

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someone requested some iv content so here's some lil blurby stuff cause I cannot create a full length fic for the life of me lol I'm sorry bb. This isn't structured rlly it's just a collection of my random thoughts off the dome while thinking abt him so lmk if you want me to elaborate on anything.

*nsfw below the cut, MDNI*

cw: petplay, sex toys, raw sex (pls wrap that shit), mentions of choking, breeding, subspace, phone sex, mirror sex, threesomes, DP, oral

◇ he's so-

◇ when you first got together, iv was much more reserved but as the group gained some traction and more opportunities presented themselves the the boys, he can't help himself he let the fame get a *little* to his head. He's become much more outgoing in many ways and he knowssss he's fine at this point. He will use this fact against you cause he knows how easy it is to melt you from the inside out so you're a pliant little toy in his hands.

◇ he's always been so sweet to you. Constantly bringing you flowers with sweet notes or forcefully making time in his schedule so he can see his sweet girl and give her the attention she deserves. He knows it could be tough being with someone who has to keep their personal life on the low but he makes up for it 100%.

◇ he swears up and down he's not *trying* to come off this way but he's tiptoeing the line of being your sugar daddy lol. If you so much as even mention something you want in passing, it's in your hands within the next day at most. After a little, this extended from things *you* said you wanted, to things *he* wants to give you. This includes the sluttiest lingerie you've ever laid eyes on, jewelry with his name on it, and countless sex toys he pleads for you to use on camera so he can rewatch while he's out on tour.

◇ he's head over heels for you, and absolutely *cannot* get enough. Your smell, your taste, your touch, all of it. He'd inject you into his veins if possible. Even while fucking you, one angle isn't enough. iv has strategically aligned a couple mirrors so he gets all the best views of you no matter what position he's manipulated you into and ugh it makes his head spin sometimes. You deserve to be in a museum but he can't help himself but to be a lil rough with you on occasion.

◇ knows how to get into your head and all up under your skin, on multiple occasions he's slid behind you while you're getting ready in the mirror and rested his head on your shoulder just to whisper the filthiest things imaginable in your ear. He'll wrap his arms around your waist or run his hands up and down your torso, sliding down to your thighs and tugging the hem of your dress up little by little while detailing just how pretty he think you are in it in a low voice. Sometimes he'll slide one hand up and gently squeeze your throat, leaning your head back onto his shoulder while he's touching you. He makes a whole ordeal of it and most often, you end up right back in bed.

◇ he's got lots of sweet little pet names for you. Love is absolutely his favorite but sweet girl, pretty thing, sweetheart, all perfect. He's not big on degradation *however*, he did get you the prettiest engraved collar with a cute little tag reading "slut" in his handwriting.

◇ bouncing directly off that, man's into some petplay. Loves knowing you're all his and wrapped right around his finger. The physical manifestation of this is him wrapping your leash around his hand and tugging when you break eye contact while he's fucking you like he hates you (he doesn't but the way he bullies your poor insides, it sure feels like it.) He's got you a collection of pretty collars with his name on them, and adores having you sat at his feet at any given chance. He'll also literally pet you, fingers lovingly brushing your skin or running through your hair absent-mindedly but ugh it feels so fucking good, what's not to enjoy about having his hands on you? Throws you right into a comfy subspace.

◇ I think all of the ST Boys are in this boat but God if he doesn't get lightheaded at the thought of breeding you. He'll grab your hips and pull you to meet his deep thrusts while your head hangs over the edge of the bed, watching the scene from the full length mirror beside you. He gets off on the fact not only is it the *ultimate* claim on you, but thanks to his mirror fixation, he gets to watch the whole thing and know it's the exact moment he knocked you up. You're already perfect in his eyes but once you're all round and pretty, he *really* won't be able to keep his hands off of you. It'll only serve to make him more possessive as well, that's his baby carrying his actual baby, he'll be damned if anything happens to you or you're not treated like a piece of fine china.

◇ he's very possessive of you like I said, *but* if one of the other boys wanna join...he'll consider. By consider I mean he'll hold you on his lap, arms hooked under your legs and holding them open while iii eats you out like he's starved. Your head is leaned back on his shoulder and he's praising you for being so good for both of them, he'll also direct some praise to iii for treating you so well. As long as he's ultimately the one pulling the strings and directing the scene, he's in his element. Fucking you from behind while Vessel's down your throat or leaving countless dark hickeys and love bites all over your neck and chest while he and ii fill both of your holes. You're his, doesn't matter if they get a taste cause he's the one you belong to.

#iv #iv sleep token #Sleep token smut #Sleep token #Listen #I can't write for the life of me but these are just my thoughts

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aniniyah · 20 hours

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a/n: yeah uh i'm so sorry 😀 i wrote this in 10 mins again i was definitely in my feelings

warnings: pure angst, hurt no comfort, chapter 236 spoilers, mention of death, not proofread

Imagine having feelings for Gojo. The strongest, the untouchable. The most handsome man you've ever seen with his soft, white hair that glistens in the sun and glows in the moonlight. His Six Eyes always glowing the color of the most beautiful ocean you've ever seen, otherworldly and out of reach.

It isn't easy seeing an absolute God in a mere man so close to you but so far. How do you compare to a man that is just absolute perfection?

You've had these feelings for Gojo since highschool, always too scared to tell the tall man how you feel because how could you? When you could see the many women and men who approach him like he's theirs, when he responds with a sweet, sickly smile and flirts with them like it was the best thing that happened to him that day.

You want the ground to swallow you whole whenever you see these interactions. Especially when the latest one was a the newest beautiful sorcerer transferred to Jujutsu High who attached herself to Gojo's side like a leach and Gojo just allows it, even giving the slightest faint touches to her increasingly exposed skin with every meeting they had.

It's like the tears come so easy, walls that you so desperately try to build up stronger and stronger each time just crumbles like it was made out of paper. The pain in your chest gets deeper and deeper each day until it feels like a knife is stabbing your heart directly.

But you go on with your day, fake smiles and fake laughter as Gojo comes up to you so easily with this wide grin while wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He was so cruel, unfair, but how can you blame him when he doesn't even have a single clue on how you think about him everyday like a lover?

Then what happens when Gojo does reciprocate those feelings? When he thinks of you the same way. Six Eyes always on you wherever you are on school grounds to keep you safe, silently changing your schedule to take the missions he thinks will endanger you.

But he was selfish? Or selfless? He keeps his distance, he doesn't think he deserved you. You were pure, beautifully made by the heavens, a kind of happiness he didn't think the Gods allowed him to have.

So when you get a heartfelt letter with a velvet box shortly after his death, a confession of love and care that was carefully brewing for decades now spilling onto your hands as your wide eyes shakily takes in the words he was telling you. You decide that love truly was the most twisted curse of them all.

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TROPE SERIES: Bang Chan

Mama's boy/royalty pt.3

Pairing: childhood friend!Chan x female reader (reader has assigned name).

Trope: second chance, childhood love

Warnings: cursing, jealousy, slight angst, bullying, smut duh, unprotected sex (srry), oral sex, nicknames, blood and death.

w.c: 10 k

Has anyone told you to not trust boys? You learned that the hard way. You fell in love with one.

It didn’t happen all at once. It was all so innocent, simply a friendship in the beginning. That’s where you made the mistake, becoming friends with him.

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It was the first day of kindergarten, everything felt so new. You stood at the front of the gates, hand in hand with your father. You turned to him nervously, biting the inner corner of your cheek. He smiled reassuringly at you and squeezed your little hand. “It will be alright, you got this. Keep your head up.” He handed you your lunch pail and pinched your cheek teasingly, it hurt but in a way it helped you. Helped you to muster up the courage to march into the gates and begin a new start.

But as soon as you stepped near your class, you were pushed over. Your hands scraped across the pavement and you scrunched up your nose in pain. “Oops.” you turned your head to see the culprit, a boy laughing with his group of friends. He reached out his hand for you to grab and you hesitated. “Not gonna take it? Fine.” He kicked your lunch pail away, the food trampling out. He tugged on your pigtail, hard and pushed you over on your back. “From now on, I will make your life a living hell.” He licked the palm of his hand and smeared it across your face. You laid frozen as he walked away, tears flowing in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” A brown haired boy came running to you, he kneeled down next to you. He stuck out his hand, but you didn’t hesitate to take it. “Don’t cry,” he wiped a tear off your cheek. You stared at his reassuring look, his soft dimples really popped out to you. “Come on, let’s tell the teacher.” He held you the whole way, spoke for you about what happened when you couldn’t speak up. But what they said next, ruined you.

“Oh, he’s just a boy.” you were stunned. It felt wrong. Why would they dismiss it just like that? Just because he’s a boy? Because you did something to make him do it? No, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything for him to do that, for him to touch you in that way. He practically walked away with a slap on the wrist.

“I'm sorry about that,” the boy apologized to you. He held out a piece of licorice to see if it would make you feel better. “Why are you sorry? You weren’t the one who hurt me,” you took it and snapped off a piece with your mouth. He sighed heavily, “I just wish I could’ve done more to help.” You patted his back, “you did help, you saved me.” He smiled brightly at you, which made you smile. “Anyways, I’m Chan.” you cleared your throat, “I’m Vanessa.” He frowned and tilted his head, “I think I’ll call you Nessa instead.” You giggled, no one’s ever called you that before. He wrapped his pinky around his, “as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.” you wanted to believe it, so you did.

Although it didn’t get better. You dreaded each day of elementary school, you were constantly bullied by that boy. Theo was his name. Chan tried his best to save you. You appreciated him so much. He was the light at the end of the cold, dark tunnel. But remember that teacher? You found out that was his mother. She always seemed to have something against you. Even though they lived next door, you weren't allowed over. But he always came to yours.

Chan had invited you over for a playdate once for the first time. Which ended up being your last. You were eating cookies on his bedroom floor when she stormed in. She snatched the cookie from your hand and demanded you go home. She said, “you’re damaged goods.” Which at the time you didn’t know what she meant. But now you realized she was talking about that incident. But, there was a time where Chan and you didn’t talk.

“Chan!” You ran over to him, your backpack flinging side to side with your movements. “Look what I got you~” You said in a singsong voice and pulled out a cup that had Spider-Man on it. You expected him to be beaming with joy, but he wasn’t. He stared at it with no expression and then changed his gaze to the side. “I can’t talk to you anymore.” Your hands dropped to your side, cup in hand and your face frowned. “Why?” His eyes flickered behind you, and you turned to see his mom standing with her arms crossed, glaring at you. You turned back around to look at him, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry Nessa.” He walked to his mom and she patted his head and pushed him in front of her, leaving you alone with the cup.

After that, everything got worse. You were bullied even worse, and you still held onto hope that one day, Chan would come to your rescue. But it faded as you were kicked and slapped by those boys. Your worst nightmare, provided by Theo, came true. “You’re pathetic!” Kick. “No one wants to be your friend.” Spit. “Not even Chan. Your true love!” He laughed and mocked you. You guess you blacked out once you felt a blow to your head. You felt yourself wake up, but your eyes did not open, but you were aware of your body. “Please be okay,” you heard a sob and recognized the voice. Chan. His arms were around yours, holding you tight.

“Will she be okay?” you heard a male voice and didn’t recognize it. “Move aside, let me help her.” He let go of you and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped hard at the stranger in front of you. You screamed, “stay away!” You crawled away and cradled yourself . “Nessa, it’s okay. It’s just your dad.” you stared at him in disbelief. “What do you want?” His dad sighed and approached cautiously, “we’re just gonna dress your wounds.”

He walked you home after, holding you up. How the heck are you gonna explain what happened to your parents? “What am I gonna say to them?” Chan shook his head, he had no idea either. “I had no idea what to do earlier. your dad is a doctor and I didn’t know who else to call for help.” You broke away from his hold. “You don’t have to tell me anything.” You began to walk on your own up the driveway when he stopped you. “I still wanna be friends with you.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him with disgust. “Why now?” He rocked himself back and forth while keeping his head down, “I didn’t know what to do. I always listen to your mom.” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, and was about to say a smart remark but he beat you to it. “But I don’t want to anymore. All you want, more than anything, is to be your friend.”

He picked up his head and his pinky rose. “I swear to be your friend, now and forever.” It was cheesy and made you cringe, but also made you smile. You walked over and entangled yours with his. “Friends.” You felt a sudden urge to kiss his cheek, so you leaned forward and tried to peck his cheek. But he turned suddenly and your lips pushed into his. Your first kiss. You jumped back and then you heard the door open, your parents gasp. Right. Now to explain the cuts. They ran to you and cautiously examined me. You simply told them, “I had a little spar with a girl.” They stared at each other and chose to believe you. They led you back inside and before you entered your house, you made sure to wake Chan goodbye. He waved back with a silly grin and you knew everything would go back to normal.

But it didn’t, after a short 6 years. He moved away to Korea, and the only life you knew was gone. “I don’t want you to go!” You cried in his arms, begging him. You were shaking and holding onto him with the hope of convincing him. “I have to Nessa,” you shook your head no and sobbed. “My mom insists I have to go. Please understand,” he holds onto you equally hard as you. You look up at him, his dimples as prominent as ever. “I’ll be back by the time we go to highschool, I promise.” He held his pinky out to me, and you tied yours around his. “You better.”

You had a very hard time during those years. The bullying didn’t stop until something happened. Surprisingly Theo left you alone. His goons didn’t but he didn’t engage in any action towards you. But you remember a day, you had come home with bruises from them. It was your 7th grade year. He had watched and stood away from engaging. After they were done with you, he stayed standing above you. You were crying and holding your wounds, you glared at him. “What did you ever do to you?!” You trembled as he stepped towards you. “Why do I deserve this?” He tried to reach out for you but you backed away in fear. “I’m sorry, we’ll leave you alone.” He kept his word, he left you alone and so did his friends from ever uttering your name again.

When you came home, your parents were furious. They had a huge fight, saying things like, “this is all your fault our daughter is like this!” “You don’t know what I’ve been doing for her!” You walked away and waited outside for the arguing to stop. You sat on the grass and watched the sunset, your favorite thing to do since you were a child with Chan. But he’s gone now. Because of his mom. You checked your messages, and he texted you a few minutes ago.

Me 2:05pm

Have you made friends yet?

Channie<3 2:36pm

Yeah, I have

There’s this one girl who sat by me in class today.

She's really nice and gave you half of her lunch since I love triangle kimbap :)

She asked me to hangout after school tmrw

You stared at the message and had this terrible feeling grow in your heart. You felt as if you were going to throw up. You clocked your phone off and clenched it, a girl huh? Will she be your replacement? You can’t think like that. You’ll answer him later.

“Nessa!” you shuddered at the name. No one’s called you that since he did. You turned to see Chan’s mom, Celeste, calling you over. Your heart dropped and your fists clenched as you faked a smile. She took it as an invitation to come over to you. “Oh my! What happened to you!” You have no idea how much you hate this woman. She sighed heavily, “I wanted to apologize for your past mistakes..” you stood confused, she wants to apologize? “I never should’ve treated you that way and you want to make it up to you.” you sighed, listening to her. Her head tilts to the side and she looks around, “Why don’t you come inside?” That was the last place you wanted to be. You hear a glass shatter from inside your house and close your eyes at the thought. But you needed someone. You needed to be anyplace that could get your mind off things. You nod your head and follow her.

She motions for you to sit at the chair in front of her. You sit reluctantly and she sits across from you. “Are you having problems at school, Nessa?” You rolled your eyes, “are you trying to play the concerned neighbor? What exactly do you want?” She laughed to herself and set her cupped hands on the table. “You’re smart, you knew I had a motive.” You nod your head and shoot her a glare saying ‘get on with it.’ “I have this side gig now, it will train you physically to be a so-called bounty hunter. It pays good money and I think it would help with your situation.” You bit your bottom lip, this would lead you to beat people up and one day. Have to kill someone for money. She reaches for your hand on the table, “you don’t have to make a decision now. I’m asking for a lot.” You clench your hand under hers. “Will you promise not to force you to do anything you won’t want to?” She sits back and thinks for a while, then she says, “deal. I won’t force anything on you.”

I paused, “I don’t think it would be good for me.” she frowned and clicked her tongue. “I know Chan would’ve liked that we get along. This could’ve been our chance..” she sighed and sat back in her chair. You fidgeted and thought, then came to a conclusion. “Fine, I’ll do it.” She gave you the details, you would meet up at her house after school and she would take you to a training place. You described it to your parents as tutoring since she was a teacher and you needed extra help. It was all a lie. You tried to keep in contact with Chan afterwards. But after you found out news about the new girl, you didn’t want to talk to him.

Me 6:56pm

Ugh I’m so tired from today.

Channie 9:17pm

Were you working out?

Me 9:20pm

Something like that

How’s Korea going?

Channie 9:24pm

Omg I totally forgot to tell you!

Me 9:27pm

Tell me

Channie 9:33

I started dating that girl, yk the one who shared her lunch with me

Anyways you found out we have a lot in common

Her name’s soojin

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You decided not to answer him. The news shattered me. You cried for days in secret. You trained at your hardest and used that pain to get you through everything. Fuck him.

The training was extreme; One day, you felt your emotions really hard. “Harder!” She yelled and you kicked with force. “Harder!” you kicked one again with more force. “Harder Nessa!” you kicked your hardest and began panting. She got in your face and started to scream, “that’s what you call a kick? How pathetic, you’re better than this!”

“I’m trying ma’am.” She scoffed and laughed as if you told a hilarious joke. “You’re not trying hard enough.. you’re weak! An embarrassment if you ever think that’ll be good enough!” You took the words to heart. You shook your head as tears began to pile up. “I am good enough-“ She pushed you back a little, “no you’re not!” your anxiety and fear turned into anger. It began to build. “My son would never want anyone like you!” You screamed and kicked with full force, the bag broke off the hook and landed on the floor. The spot where you kicked, broken in and fabric falling out.

You breathed heavily and she applauded, “see what happens when you use your emotions? You get better. No need to be afraid of them.” That was the first lesson she taught me. The next training for years was learning to fight, flexibility training, weapons mastery, and horrible endurance training. Putting you under water for minutes to build up your breath-holding skills, running in rain and heat, learning to take hits, and the most important lesson. Loyalty training which had you under torturing mechanisms.

The training definitely helped you defend yourself better. It also grew your confidence and helped you establish yourself. You were a high performing student, having the best grades and always having an honor roll. You grew into your looks and explored styles and makeup. Perfecting it during those three years. You realized you had truly evolved at one of your training sessions.

Chan’s mom, Celeste always admired you after you excelled. “Perfect, Nessa. You’ve really turned into a prodigy.” And always after that, she would slither off into meetings. You felt real progress and extreme satisfaction with yourself. You had grown really close to Celeste as after training she would take you out. You were the daughter she never had. At dinner you had asked her about Chan. She frowned, “I can’t say anything about his situation since he’s in Korea but.. You can say you don’t approve of this supposed relationship of his.” You choked on your soda. You cleared your throat and smiled, “you know about it?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “of course I do. You know everything. But when he comes back and still with said girlfriend. It won’t last, trust me.”

You giggled, knowing that she doesn’t approve. Because you know she’ll do everything in her power to ensure it. He’s a mama's boy, he’ll do anything she says. You were assigned your first job, in eighth grade. To find and capture a man, no one would suspect a child like you to do it. But you successfully did, and you became one of the best bounty hunters she had. And the youngest. your jobs would be easy, you would always get them done like nothing. But you realized outside of doing this job. You had nobody. You expressed your feelings to Celeste. She understood you and never made you feel that you didn’t matter. The next day, you came to find a boy standing in your training spot. You recognized him, he was Chan’s friend when you weren’t talking. The ray of sunshine. What would he be doing here?

Celeste called you to her and the boy turned to you, “Felix this is Nessa. Your mentor.” you looked at her in disbelief. Mentor? He smiled brightly at you, practically blinding you. “Hi,” he said and you smiled back at him awkwardly. You nodded your head and Celeste grinned, “you will be working together from now on. So, best get to know each other.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looks like she intended for him to be with you, so you’re no longer lonely. She walked away and patted your back. He smiled awaiting your attention. “First thing, you’re gonna have to get rid of that smile.” He frowned immediately, “wouldn’t it be more convincing that I was good?” You shook your head, “you’re trying to go unnoticed, not show off your charisma.”

“So you think I have charisma?” You ignored him and led him to the mat. “Come on, show you what you got.” He stood confused and uncomfortable. “You want me to fight you? But you’re a girl.” You smirked and charged at him, dropping down and sliding against the floor, hooking his leg and down he went. He slammed against the mat with a groan and gripped his shoulder. “First lesson, it doesn’t matter who your target is. You get the job done.” He jumped up and assumed a fighting stance. You adjusted his arms, “sloppy.” You brought them up and gave it a stern shake, “this needs to be strong. The basics need to be laid down correctly or you will practice it wrong.”

He looked fondly into your eyes, which made you freeze. “Chan was an idiot to leave you.” you dropped down again and swiped his leg. But this time he didn’t budge and dodged you. He smirked and brought you up by your chin, “I won’t make the same mistake.” you shoved him off, “No more talking from you.” He sighed and crossed his arms, trying to flex them. “You know, I do taekwondo.” you tilted your head and scoffed, “but still you got dropped down by me.” His tongue rolled between his bottom teeth and lips then it grew into a smile. This was the beginning of a great friendship.

Once highschool came around, you were no longer that shaken little girl. You knew exactly who you were and no one could stop you. You got up that morning with a pep in your step which sounds corny, you know. But you were truly happy with yourself . You curled your hair, put on a full face of makeup and a streetwear fit. You kissed your mom good-bye as your dad wanted to drive you to school. It’s his own tradition to drive you on your first-days. “Looks like someone is moving in next door.” You looked over at what was Chan’s house. You saw a moving van outside and shrugged it off, not thinking about it again on the way to school. Once you pulled up, he gave you that reassuring pinch on your cheek and told me, “keep your head up sweetie.”

And you did, until you saw him.

He was facing away from you, chatting to a group of people whose faces were full of amazement. Figures. He was always the joy of the group. You didn’t recognize him at first, until he turned his head slightly. Those soft dimples you know out of anywhere. You froze in your spot as you stared at him. But you were interrupted when you noticed stares at you. Whispering and pointing at me. “Who’s she?” “She’s gorgeous?” “Is she new?” You realized, they weren’t judging you. They were admiring you.

“Vanessa?” Your name was called from the group talking to Chan. He turned and his mouth dropped in shock. You realized who called your name was Theo, seriously? You decided maybe you should say hi to Chan, as you were walking. You were blocked by a tall boy. “Excuse me, you think you’re really pretty. Could you have your number?” you laughed slightly in shock and looked at his phone. “I don’t have a phone.” He smiled at you awkwardly and walked away. Barf. You looked back at Chan who had a look you’ve never seen on his face before.

He looks so different. His hair is dyed blond and his skin is so white now. Nothing like the younger him you knew. Then again, you don’t look the same either. You see Felix waving to you in the distance and you brighten up. You begin walking to him, Theo tries to walk up to you but you walk the opposite direction and flip him off. The group laughs as he stands stunned, watching you walk away. You walked to Felix and he put his arm around you. You looked back at Chan, who was glaring, not at you but Felix.

The rest of the day was boring, zero classes with Felix or Chan. First days are always filled with introduction games or dumb lectures. You sat waiting by a tree, a bench was next to it. Painted by the equality for all club with a rainbow. But you stood standing as you scrolled on your phone, waiting for your dad to pick you up. You texted Felix but he had already gone home and you sat unsatisfied. Just then your dad texted you to walk home due to him being stuck at work. It’s only 2 miles. You heard a bunch of cheering and screaming from a car, a white convertible car with the girl you fought with in middle school. She claimed you wanted her man.

“Why don’t we like them?” You jumped and turned to see Chan standing next to you. You looked around and stood cautiously away from him. “You were kinda glaring at them,” he took a step forward out of the tree’s shadow, the sun hitting his eyes. Your heart began to speed up, your words were taken away. “It’s just some middle school stuff,” you worded simply and adjusted your bag. He nodded his head and bit the inside of his cheek, “I guess I missed a lot. Didn't I?” You sighed heavily, “you did.” His lips moved to the side and you watched his eyes scan you, head to toe. “Well, I kept my promise. I came back.” You shook your head and bit your bottom lip, “you just came too late. I’d forgotten all about you.” You saw him practically crumble from your words, but you couldn’t care less and tried to leave him there. You had more important things. But he stopped you.

“I know about your relationship with my mom.” You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned to him. “I know you’re working for her… really, Nessa?” You sighed heavily and tried to calm your building anger, “you have no right to judge me. You have no idea what I’ve been through. I did what I did to keep me sane.” You continued to walk and he followed close behind. He didn’t say anything and just followed you. Until you got to the front door of your house.

Maybe you were too harsh. But what did he expect? That you’d welcome him with open arms and you’d pretend those three long years never happened? No way. Your head wasn't in the right space. “Hey,” you turned around to him standing nearby. “Can I speak my mind and bother you for a second?” You sighed, “you always bother me but go ahead.” He smiled and his hands cupped nervously in his lap. “I felt like our conversation earlier ended badly.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and shook your head. He followed you home for this?

“What did you expect Chan? That I would come back running to you?” He turned his body fully to you, “yes I actually did. I thought we had something.” You stood up fully and your voice was getting louder, “we had a friendship which ended the day your mommy told you to leave.” He scoffed, “I tried to stay connected with you. I called and texted you but you never answered.” You walked away from the porch and vented out to him, “I didn’t want to affect your perfect life over there. I thought you would be better off without me which actually was the truth. I couldn’t tell you anything I was going through because you wouldn’t understand from a thousand miles away! You weren’t here for me! I was alone!”

Tears filled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. But they poured down your cheeks. He was about to speak when a voice came from behind you. “Nes?” you turned to see Felix coming out of your house. “Baby, what’s wrong?” One thing, you forgot to mention.

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It was last month, during the summer. Felix and you were training together, a secret one. It was late at night and no one else was there. We were wrestling and trying moves on each other. A certain move would accidentally drop us both to the ground. We laid laughing as we stayed on the floor. We both grew quiet as we stared into each other's eyes. Our breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling and it seemed time had stopped. your heart was beginning to race, not because of the training, but because of how you felt for him. “I wanna take you out on a date.”He snapped you back into reality and you sat up quickly.

“What?” you mumbled and he sat up cautiously. He softly took your hand in his, “I really like you Nes.” Nes was the nickname he decided was fit for you. You didn’t mind it. “I want to be with you, if you want that too.” He had grown too as you did. He dyed his hair blond and his skin had lightened but still a perfect tan. His freckles popped out extremely like stars. You looked at your hands, his entangled with mine.. “no.” You declined him because you still had feelings for Chan and you explained that to him. He respected it but started calling you a new nickname, cry baby. For your unrequited love for Chan.

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He looked at Chan then you, he immediately eloped you in his arms to protect you. Which you gladly sobbed into. “I think you need to go, Chan.” But Chan didn’t, he glared at him. “I’m not the problem here.” You tightly gripped Felix’s shirt to not engage. Which he didn’t but Chan continued, “so I go away for a while and you jump onto your best friend? How desperate are you?” You felt Felix’s chest begin to puff up with rage. “You were the idiot to leave her in the first place. I would never treat her the way you did.” Chan stepped closer which caused you to push him back, “back off. You don’t get to do this.” you grabbed Felix’s hand and pushed him inside.

You turned to Chan. “I can’t believe you..” He muttered and you nearly spat your words at him. “I don’t even know why you're mad. Felix is just my best friend and he’s been here for me. Why can’t you just respect that?” The look in his eyes has returned, hope. But you didn’t stay around to see it. You went inside. You went into your bedroom where you told Felix how you felt about Chan currently, you hate him. He understood you. There was no judgment from him. He trusted you and reminded you that he’s here for you. It made you feel better, your phone began to ring and you saw it was Celeste. “Nessa!” She snapped as you answered the phone. Right, your job.

She explained exactly what you needed to do and who your target was. But, to do it alone. You hadn’t done one by yourself in a long time, Felix is your partner. You explain to Felix you need to do the job and you leave. Your head wasn’t in the right space. You made a big mistake and you paid the price.

Your target was prepared but you managed to get him trapped on the rooftop. He did not go down without a fight. He was aggressive and knocked you down multiple times. We were near the ledge and you messed up. You kicked him too hard, which he went toppling over the ledge. You had killed the person you were after. The one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t do. You had no choice but to run to Celeste. It was pouring but it didn’t bother you. You knocked impatiently at her door. Only for it to be opened by Chan.

“Nessa? What are you doing here?” You pushed past him and yelled out, “Celeste!” She came from the kitchen and you ran to her, hugging her tightly. “I messed up. I messed up really bad!” She ordered Chan upstairs as you cried into her chest. But he wouldn’t budge as you sobbed out what happened to her. “I messed up really bad, I killed him. I don’t ever want to do this again, I’m done with bounty hunting.” You felt her head move towards Chan, she forced you to look up at her. “I’ll take care of it, I’ll protect you. I promise.” She broke the hold to call someone. “Chan, stay with her.” She walked into the other room and you heard hushed yelling from her.

The feeling began to seep in. “I need to go home,” you spoke aloud. “Yeah, I’ll take you. Come on,” he laid a sweater around your shoulders. He led you by your hand and walked you over to your house. You stopped at your door and reached for the handle. But you paused before opening. “Chan?” He jumped eagerly in your direction, “yes?” You sighed softly, “do you wanna come inside? I don’t wanna be alone.” He stepped closer and smiled softly, “I would love to, whatever you need.”

You led him inside and saw your parents cuddling on the couch. “Hey Chan, it’s been a while!” He smiled and said hello. “We’re just gonna be in my room.” They looked at each other and smirked, “just like old times. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Your dad teased you and you smiled awkwardly. Chan laughed softly to himself as you led him upstairs. You opened the door to your room and left it open. He walked in cautiously, analyzing every part. “It looks the same but so different,” he mumbled to himself. You sat on the edge of your bed and grabbed your computer. “I just have to send something. Sit anywhere you’d like.” You were typing what happened to Felix on an undetectable site and glanced up at Chan.

He hasn’t sat down but keeps circling the room. He stopped at your photo wall. Partially at photos of you and Felix. You sent the message and closed the app. “The memories, right?” You got up and joined his side. You pointed out a photo of you and him, “we were so tiny.” He smiled and took the pin off, he held the photo close to his face. “This is the only picture you have of us on the wall.” You were silent. It seems he took it to heart about all the pictures of you and Felix. It was nothing personal. He walked over to your desk and sat in your chair. He laid the photo in his lap, “I’m sorry about earlier. You just-“ He sighed heavily, not having the words. So you filled it in for him, “you just thought you would stay by myself. Be lonely for those three years of suffering?.. I had to do something Chan.”

He got up softly and gently spoke to you, as if you could break at any second. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve come back sooner.” You couldn’t speak, you were choked up on your words, surprised as tears built up in your eyes. His face is distraught and his eyes are so compelling, so pitiful. “Why?” He cupped your face with his hands, holding you tight. “Why? I would’ve come back if you just said the words.” You let the tears drip in his hands and looked at him, “I couldn’t…” His eyes scanned your face, awaiting words of relief. “I know you didn’t love me the way I did.” Your words were broken and he shook his head, tears filling up in his eyes. He didn’t respond, just let tears flow down. “I loved you all those years, you couldn’t understand but I did. Truly.” You didn’t give him a chance to speak or respond. You pushed his hands on your face and he tried to get ahold of you again. “Just don’t.”

He gave up and you turned away, facing your bed. “I think you should go, Chan.” He shook his head, “you said you didn’t want to be alone.” You felt his presence get closer. “I’m okay,” you said unconvincingly. “No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me.” He laid his hand on your shoulder but you shrugged him off. He backed off finally and you reached for your phone. You turned slightly to see him just standing there as you dialed Felix’s number. You brought the phone up to your ear and he answered, “can you come over? I need you.” Once Chan heard those words, his face winced and he walked out. The memories of you saying those words to him once, now turned into you saying it to Felix broke him. Felix showed up 15 minutes later, he held you to sleep with no questions asked. He just did what you needed.

You went to school the next day reluctantly. You put on your poker face and tried to seem normal. You ran into the boy from the other day. “Hey, you just wanted to let you know there’s a party tomorrow to celebrate the first week of school.” It was already Thursday. You nodded your head in response and he moved on after that. You felt so drained, you don’t think you’ve felt like this in forever. Felix stayed by your side all day but it didn’t make you feel better. You went home feeling so tired. All you wanted was your bed. Until that plan was interrupted. You were laying under the sheets when a hand caressed your arm. “Nessa,” she softly spoke to you. “It’s Celeste. You need to get out of bed sweetie.” You shook your head and stayed under.

You heard footsteps and assumed she left. But you felt your legs get grabbed and you were pulled off the bed. You launched to the ground with a loud thud and you groaned. “Really, Celeste?” You grumpily got up from the pile of sheets that fell with you and threw it back on your bed. “I tried the nice way but you asked for it.” You stood with your arms crossed. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around you. “I took care of it. Don’t worry about it, mistakes happen.” You took your head off her chest and looked up at her. “I don’t want to be a bounty hunter anymore.” Her expression was emotionless, “I cleaned up your mess but you will not make it again. Understood?” She ignored you once again. You nodded your head in fear. She sighed and sat on your bed. “Maybe all this boy drama is making you hazy. We best take care of that, maybe Felix has to go.” Go? Like, kill him? you know she’s capable of it.

“What if I stopped being his partner or his friend?” She jittered her bottom jaw and nodded her head, “maybe.” You don’t want to. You don’t want him to get hurt. But you have to do what’s best for him. Because you love him. You called him with the news and tried to be as blunt as possible. He begged and begged you but all you could say was no. You told him one day you would come back to him, but just not now. “Please just wait for me.” You nearly sobbed out loud to him, he was crying his heart out. You had to break away and leave him like that. That was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. He was taken out of being your bounty hunter partner. You were back to being lonely.

“Hey,” Celeste came up to you the next day after school. When you were reading on the porch. “Why don’t you come to mine for a bit. We should talk.” Your legs moved on their own even though your head was screaming not to go. She sat you down on the kitchen island and dragged a mug of hot chocolate for you. “I’m sorry that stuff ended with Felix but it had to be that way.” You heard a creak from around the corner and looked, nothing… You focused back on her. “We should talk about our work.” There’s absolutely nothing to talk about, you’ve made up your mind and won’t tolerate it anymore. “I meant what I said, I’m done with bounty hunting.” Her phone began to ring and she hurriedly rose, “imma take this in the office, I’ll be back.” Her shoes clicked against the marble floor and you heard the door shut.

“Nessa,” you jumped in your seat and turned quickly. “Chan, you scared me.” He walked to you and sipped on your hot chocolate which made you frown. “So,” he licked off the frosting from his upper lip. “You and my mom are close, huh?” Luckily, you were prepared for this question. “She just helped me through a hard time, your parents were fighting a lot during middle school. She was my escape.” He sighed, “I really do wish I was there for you.” you laid your hand on his, “don't worry about it.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile which he took. “About what you said, about loving me… just know I loved you too.” Your heart skipped a beat, your childhood love telling you he loved me.

“And…” His eyes scanned your face for disgust or discomfort but there wasn’t. “I think I'm still in love with you.” He snapped you back into this reality. You can’t believe everything he says. It’s too soon. “Don’t be.” You sighed out loud and got up. “Tell Celeste thanks for coco, imma go home.” You opened his front door but he called out for me. He held out his phone, “I didn’t know if you changed your number or not.” you stared at it, “I didn’t. You made sure I didn’t change it, for you.” His eyebrows lifted up and his mouth moved to speak but you left before he could stop you again. He texted you an hour later.

Chan 6:37pm

Hey

Me 6:45pm

Chan 6:48pm

You really didn’t change your number..

Me 6:52pm

I didn’t

Chan 6:55pm

I want things to be like they used to be

Me 6:59pm

Maybe one day

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I decided not to show up at school the next day. Celeste spotted you at home and called you. “And why aren’t you at school?” You sighed heavily and rubbed your forehead. “I didn’t feel like it.” She tsked her tongue and mentions, “Chan keeps mentioning about a big party tonight. You should go. Make friends and try to have fun.” You checked the time, 5:00. Party’s at 8. “Why not?”

You got ready but decided to style yourself differently. Revealing outfit, short skirt. Host half and down with curls. And jewels highlighting your eyes and some on your skin. Your skin was smooth and you felt beautiful, which you were. It was 7:30 and you put on your heels as the finishing touch. You called an Uber and snuck out. You were about to enter the Uber when you heard your name called, “Nessa!” Chan. Looking handsome as ever. Dressed in all black, his physique showing through a sheer shirt. You nearly fainted at the sight.

His eyes scanned you from head to toe. “Where have you been?” He walked over to you. You had to make an excuse more reasonable than that you weren’t feeling it. “At the doctors.” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked worried, “When? Why?” You sighed, “don’t worry I’m all good. As you can see,” you twirled around for him and he smiled. “I’m going to this party your mom told me about, and said she heard about it from you.” He nodded and licked his lips, “why don’t we go together?” You rocked on it and looked back at the Uber. “Sure.”

You slid all the way to the door and he pulled in next to you. The Uber began to drive since you had given the address prior. Chan peered out the window and would occasionally glance at you, which you caught every time. You felt bold, you laid your legs onto his lap softly. He smiled over to you slightly and laid his hand on your legs. The warmth of his hand was driving you crazy, you wanted him to move his hand lower and lower but he wouldn’t budge. “Do you know anyone going to the party?” You asked and he nodded, “some of my buddies.” You sighed heavily and bit your bottom lip, “I don’t. Felix would go to these things with me but I stopped being friends with him.”

“Is that so?” There was a glint in his eyes and he tried to cover his rising smile. You knew it made him happy to think Felix wasn’t in the picture but you were still sore from it. You shortly arrived and immediately started to think about why the hell you came. You both exited and his friends came running to him. Patting his back and asking if he wants something to drink. Then they all turned to you. “Chan, who’s this?” One of the boys asked. Chan stuttered to say who you were and answered for him annoyed, “I just gave him a ride. Imma go.” His face dropped slightly as you walked away. You suddenly needed a drink.

The music was loud and deafening. But you searched endlessly for a drink. Finding one in the kitchen. “Uh, I wouldn’t drink that.” A familiar voice said and you looked over your shoulder to see Felix. “Here, let me.” You started relentlessly as he poured you a drink. He handed it to you with a smile. You felt immediately worse and stared at your drink. “What’s wrong?” He pushed your hair back from your face and you sucked in a breath. “Why are you being so nice to me?” He looked hurt that you would even ask that, “because in my heart, you’re still my best friend Nes.” Those words shattered your mind.

“Do you wanna go talk somewhere private?” He nodded his head yes and you led him away from the crowds. But you had no idea where to go and he pulled you into a room and closed the door. It was definitely more quiet there. You chugged down the drink he gave you and tried to form the words to explain what happened. “I know, Celeste put you up to it.” But he understood without you even saying anything, by simply looking into your eyes. You melted in his sight. “And it’s okay, I forgive you.” You pulled him into a hug and tried to memorize this embrace. To never forget it. “I swear, Lix. I’ll make it up to you.” Your phone began to ring and you pulled away from Felix slightly.

You looked down to see Chan calling you. You reluctantly answered and sat down on the bed as Felix stayed in the same spot. “Hey I’m kinda busy right now.” He was silent for a few seconds and questioned, “are you with Felix?” You laughed softly as you stared at Felix across from you. “Maybe… I’m having a great time with him. He’s practically begging me to strip.” You joked and Felix laughed softly. His voice turned aggressive and dark, “Don’t piss me off.” You were taken aback by this new version of him. You laughed practically in his face. “Where the fuck are you?” You bit back a laugh, “why don’t you come find me?”

You hung up and knew it made him angry. But you enjoyed the rush from it, it made you feel powerful that you had this much power over him. But you felt tired. “God these heels are killing me.” You reached to take them off but Felix beat you to it. “Let me,” he kneeled on the ground and took off one shoe. Immediate relief and you threw your head back with a sigh. And then the other came off. Sigh. Bang. Chan. He stormed into the room and pushed Felix to the side. “What the hell, Chan?” Felix said as he got up from the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He pulled you off the bed and held you close, by your waist. He stroked your face and cupped your cheeks as he stared at you.

“You’re okay? You’re okay right?” He whispered so softly to you, you almost didn’t hear it. “I’m fine Chan, let me go.” You pulled away from him and grabbed your shoes. “God, must you be so jealous? I was just taking off her shoes,” Felix explained. “I’m not jealous. I just was making sure no one was taking advantage of her while she’s drunk.” You put your shoes on as they continued to argue. You were getting tired of this whole situation. “Okay, enough! Nothing happened… I would like to go home now.” “I’ll take you,” they said in unison. You rolled your eyes and pushed past them both. They called your name out but you needed to get away. Away from them and their jealousy with each other.

You ran out to the front of the party and saw a man smoking near his car, Theo. You were desperate and a little drunk, you needed to escape. You ran to him, “is this your car?” He blew out a puff and nodded his head, “what’s it to you?” The familiar attitude and tone screeched in your ears, he will never change. You heard your name being called once again, “let’s get out of here.” He smirked and threw his cigarette on the floor, crushing the fire out. You ran over to the passenger side and entered inside, once he entered he turned on the engine and drove away. You looked out the window as Chan and Felix stood watching you leave.

“So, where to?” You sighed heavily and crossed your ankles. “My house, it's on-” He cut you off mid sentence, “yeah, I know where your house is, I toilet-papered it a couple times.” You got enraged as you realized. During the first year of middle school, every month on the 1st, toilet paper would appear thrown around your yard and house. You didn’t assume it was him when you should’ve. “OMG, THAT WAS YOU?!” You yelled and sat back angrily in your chair and he laughed, a genuine laugh. “My bad, I didn’t realize how much of an asshole I was to you back then.” At least he got that right. “It’s in the past, forget it.”

He rolled up shortly after that and put the car in park. He looked over at you as you stared through the front window. “I really am sorry you know, for everything.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek and sighed, “I know. I forgive you.” You opened the car door, “thanks for the ride,” and left. You walked slowly to your room to not wake your parents up. You went into your room and threw off your heels, flopping on your bed. “Nessa,” you jumped up and grabbed your secret knife under your pillow, and held it up to the person. “Chill, it’s just me,” he threw his hands up. “God, Chan. What are you doing here?” You sat up in the bed and he cautiously sat at the edge. “I came to check up on you, make sure we’re okay.” You laid the knife on your bedside table. “Yeah, um, I just needed to get away from all that drama.”

He laid his hands in his lap neatly, “I'm not proud about all of that. I’m sorry. Give me a second chance to prove myself.” When will you ever stop apologizing to each other? “Don’t apologize just- come here.” You crawled over to him and pulled him down onto his back. He laid still as you laid onto his shoulder and circled his chest. Just like you used to. You felt so warm and safe in his arms, you suddenly remember why you fell for him. And you know you never want to lose him. “Chan?” You whispered softly and he responded, “Hmm?” You love him, you realized. You still do want to be with him. You remember what he said, that he loved you too, and all the nervous butterflies and aching stomach faded. “I love you.” You felt the rise and fall of his chest stop and he froze. He sat up and you were forced to as well.

“You’re still not drunk right?” You laughed and shook your head, “no.-” He pressed his lips against yours suddenly, but you weren’t complaining. His lips were soft against yours and he tasted like pure bliss. He devoured you whole like he was starved. His tongue slipped in and he groaned in content, finally gaining something he craved for so long. He pulled away from you reluctantly, and the way he looked at you, is the way every girl wants to be looked at. “Do you really love me?” You straddled into his lap, his arms were by his side while you adjusted yourself. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned in close to his ear. “Without a doubt,” you began to rock your hips against his length.

A string of curses left his mouth. His hands stayed by his side, reluctant to touch you without permission. “Say you love me back, Channie.” You slid off of him teasingly. “I love you.” You slid down a strap. “I love you.” Off the shirt went. “I love you.” Off your skirt went. “I love you.” And back onto him you went. His cheeks began to redden. You led his hands onto your body, placing them on your breasts. “You want to fuck me Channie?” He sighed heavily as you rocked your hips again. “Please? Please, please. I promise I’ll be so good to you, baby.”

You smirked and laughed softly in delight. “I’m all yours baby.” He flipped you on your back. He stepped back to pull his shirt over his head. You admired him, he’s beautiful. A perfect physique and he’s all yours. He yanked at his waist band and you sucked in a breath. You teasingly spread your legs open as you sat on your elbows. “Come on Channie. You’re taking too long.” You licked your fingers and softly stroked against your panties. His eyes turned lustful and full of desire. He pulled his pants down and you saw his bulge peeking through his underwear. He slowly walked over to you and pulled your legs down to the edge of the bed.

“Let me see your pretty face, hm?” He pushed your hair behind your ears which made you flustered. He hooked a finger into your panties, and pulled it all the way off. You shut your legs and it angered him, “don’t you dare.” He reopened your legs harshly and you have to admit, you like being manhandled. “Take this off, princess.” He motioned to your bra. The nickname sent a wave of emotions over you, easily becoming your favorite thing to be called. You pulled off your bra and threw off the side of the bed. He pushed you down softly and you laid down. He slowly got down to his knees, making eye contact with you the whole time. He stuck out his tongue and licked a stripe up your core.

It instantly hit you, the pleasure of it all and you moaned. He set your legs onto his shoulders and you bit on your bottom lip to stay quiet, after all it is late. He was an expert, skills so advanced you were practically crumbling in his touch. He played with your clit while he stuck his tongue in you all while reaching up to play with your breasts, triple threat. “You’re driving me crazy, so wet.” He mumbled as he got up to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. You have to admit you weren’t prepared for what you saw next. He pulled down his underwear and revealed his long length.

It was hard and wet with precum. And most of all, big. You looked into his eyes with worry and he reassured you, “don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, baby.” He kissed your cheek and lingered near your head as he slid himself into you. He gripped heavily into the pillows above your head and you winced in pain. “Just try to relax, okay?” You nodded and tried your best to relax your muscles and enjoy. He pushed higher inside of you and you felt almost a cramp in your abdomen. He watched your face intently to see if you weren’t comfortable with him to keep going.

You wanted to keep going and had to show him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. “Come on, weren’t you begging for it?” His eyes turned dark, like he was being challenged and you just gave him the green light. He slid out of you abruptly and tossed you onto your stomach. He positioned you with a pillow and arched your back. “Don’t move, princess,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a sharp pressure fall into you. This position is definitely his favorite as he kneads his palms into your butt. He grunts as he snaps into you, your whimpers drooling into the sheets. Everytime he snaps into you, pleasure erupts across your body and your mind becomes even foggier.

You nearly got away from him as you crawled forward when he started to go faster, but he held you in place. Pinning your arms behind your back now, your head on the side and you can see out of the corner of your eye on how much he’s enjoying himself. Head thrown back and mouth agape, dangerous sweat beads falling down from his hair and into his neck. Skin glistening and he looks positively in heaven. Your hips push forward as you try to break free of his hold, you feel a tightening in your stomach and your legs begin to shake. “Fuck, fuck,” he said through his teeth as you tightened around him unmercifully. Your body tensed and then released, you finally relaxed and moaned out into the sheets. He pulled out of you and you felt a warm ooze onto your back and you froze.

“Brat!” You said in a hushed tone, “you better clean my back.” He laughed softly to himself and went over to your desk, grabbing a few tissues from a box and coming to clean your back. “Don’t worry, I got you.”

~~~

You heard a knocking in your window and you walked over to it. It’s been two weeks since you and Chan got together and he always finds new ways to surprise you. You looked down to see Chan standing below, a couple pebbles in his hands. You opened your window and smiled down at him. “Watch out, imma come up.” You took a step back but watched him still. He climbed and leaped up into the window with a form and technique you’ve seen before. The way he swung and jumped was exactly what you were taught. He sat on the sill and hopped inside as you walked away, unable to look at him. “Are you okay?”

You were processing everything, you hadn’t responded to Celeste’s call and texted, avoiding her constantly. Felix had come to you with a solution, to stop her, to stop it all. You were working together to unravel her web, not knowing she had a secret spider creating a trap for you. “You’re working for your mom, aren’t you?” He made no noise or any movement. You turned to him, frozen and staring intently at you. “Did she send you to keep an eye on me? Is that the reason why you came back, or why you were so persistent in being around me?” He made no effort to explain or excuse himself, and you were getting tired of awaiting his response.

“Answer me, Chris.” His name. The name you’ll only say when you’re truly angry at him, and he knows that. He sucks in a breath heavily and admits, “yes. That’s why I came back.” Your eyes threatened to prick tears, “everything was fake.” He rushed over to you and tried to take your hands into his but you snatched yourself away. “No, no. It wasn’t, I truly do love you, Nessa.” You raise your voice at him, “it was fake! I gave you a second chance and this is how you treat me?” He just shakes his head no. “Get out of here, before I take you out myself.” He reluctantly walked back and out the window.

~~~

“You’re certain that they’re next target is them?” You say to Felix. “Yes, we know it for sure. Are you sure you want to do this alone? I can go with you.” You shake your head no and hug him. “I’ll be back soon okay?” You left in a hurry and went to the location of the next bounty Celeste selected. You both were successful in the past and took down many of her hunters without her finding out who you were. You were disguised in all back, weapons at your side and a mask concealing your whole head. You peeked around the corner to no one in the alley. How weird. This was the correct point.

Pain. A sharp blow to your head and you fall to the floor in pain. You looked up to a man standing above you. “Got you,” he said and the voice was muffled, but you recognized who it was anyways. Chan. You were ambushed. He held a gun to your chest but you kicked at his legs which he didn’t expect. This was the time to make no mistakes, it’s life or death. He fought aggressively against you, anticipating your every move and tossing you around. You disarmed him at every chance. You were in a headlock with him until you realized. You reached for your gun in your pocket, to discover it missing and he laughed. One blow. One bullet. You flew back into the ground.

You clutched at your chest, your heart. Trying to stop the bleeding. He held the gun up to you still, “who are you.” You were defeated, and of course it was him who succeeded, he was always your weak spot. Might as well make a show of this. You didn’t budge and he shot again at your shoulder. You screamed and fell onto your knees, he slightly dropped his hold when he heard your screams. You lifted your bloody hand and pulled your mask off. You looked at him with such hatred, such disgust. The irony. Working for his mom, obedient as ever, like he was as a child. You scoffed, “you were always a mama’s boy. Weren’t you?” You smiled as his arms dropped, eyes pooling up with tears.

“Nothing’s new about that.” Your hand dropped to the floor, carrying your almost failing body. “Why don’t you go ahead and finish the job.” You were already dying, you knew it. You felt nearly seconds away from death. “I’m so sorry, Nessa.” Coward. You fell to the floor and slowly slipped away.

And this was all because you liked the wrong boy.

~~~~

The funeral was horrible, everyone dressed in black and words of meaningless comfort. “I’m sorry Felix, we know you loved her.” It wasn’t an open casket, they say her face was cut up and covered in bruises. The shot in her heart and shoulder couldn’t be covered in the dress her mom wanted for her. So they decided to have it closed. To say goodbye to a coffin instead of her. I didn’t stay there long after the casket was put into the ground and buried. I went home. I entered the room, and sat on the bed. Then a shadow emerged in front of the door and a smile came onto my face. I looked up and there she was. My Nes… alive and healthy.

You didn’t think I would let her die again.. Did you? She vowed to be with me again, in another life. Yuna. My Yuna. We’ve reunited again and now no one will harm us. This is our second chance and I wouldn’t let her die again. And Chan? He got what was coming for him…

A/n: happy Mother’s Day 💐

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