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littlemessyjessi · 2 days
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I feel, deep in my bones, that one could summon fae!Felix by repeating that bit he does in Topline thrice over in a mirror: BOM DIGI DIGI BOM BOM BOM BOM and maybe it works faster if you try to 'go deep' with it... or maybe this is just stuck in my head in an audio stim kind of way and I live in the land of delulu
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A Guide to Summoning Your Faelix: AKA Faerie Felix / the most sweetest thing in the world.
FAE FELIX?
Ok!
SO let's do this!
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First, we'll need to set the mood. Obviously, we're gonna need blue. It is his favorite color. Even though poor baby was recently heartbroken because the color analyst told him that blue doesn't work for him. Even though OBVIOUSLY that is incorrect! He is gorgeous in blue. Precious baby. How dare they? Unacceptable.
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So, I just feel like it's absolutely NECESSARY that we include blue for the baby chick. Fuck them color swatches.
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NEXT! Brownies as an offering. Non negotiable. Here is his recipe. Enjoy. They are fantastic.
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Third.... we must call on the spirit of Bang Chan for he can always find his Lixie. Plus, he's our resident source of Lixie information. If he doesn't know, he'll figure it out for us. Bang Chan for President.
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Now, it's time to get down to business. This is very serious. Set the lights. Turn on the music. Look in the mirror and say it.
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Put all the bass you got in your voice and ..... POOF!
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Congratulations! You have completed your very first summoning.
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Now, let's discuss care for your Fae Felix.
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First and foremost, he is going to require lots of love and affection. If you do not feel as if you can provide adequate love and affection for your Faelix then please reconsider.
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If your Faelix does not receive adequate time, care and affection then he will cry. And subsequently, I will come to beat your ass.
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BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! DON"T YOU DARE MAKE THIS BABY SUNSHINE CHICKEN CRY! THIS MEANS WAR!
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And! I'm telling Minho! And he'll help me whoop ass. So be prepared and think about that when moving forward with your Faelix.
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Minho is watching...
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Always watching.
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Perhaps, a Hyunjinnie would be more suitable for you or perhaps a Minho. They still require love and affection but they do understand that everyone needs alone time.
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Though, if you do choose to summon Minho... god help you.
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If you have an aversion to copious amounts of physical displays of love and affection, PLEASE AND I AM BEGGING YOU... do NOT summon yourself a Changbinnie. He WILL be giving you his love and you WILL like it.
Fair warning.
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But back to Faelix.
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Now, please remember that your Faelix can handle some spice but not exceedingly so.
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Be mindful of his dietary needs.
If not he'll scream.
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On that note, you are going to need to stock up on rice cakes. Trust me. And probably fried chicken. Just do it.
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It is also important to note that your Faelix is also sensitive to scary things so he's not likely to be a horror movie buddy for you. If you really, really, REALLY want him to... he'll do it to make you happy. However, he will basically turn your room into a nest at night and cover you with cuddles all night long... because he's scared to death. Poor Lixie. You will have a much better experience if you pick a comedy or action. He'll still cuddle you (if you want it) but it won't be out of fear. And nobody wants a scared Lix. He deserves to be happy.
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Also, on this note of Fae Felix. Just so you know, you're not supposed to give fairies your name. No matter how much they beg.
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However, Felix is literally the one that you could tell anything and he wouldn't use it against you. You're secret is safe with him. As is your soul.
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Now, in summary : It's all important but here are your TOP 3 to remember!
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Number One: Please provide adequate love, affection and care for your Faelix.
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Number Two: Please mind his dietary needs and plan accordingly. Give him whatever he wants. Or else he is going to become insane.
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Number Three: The Final and Most Important Rule of All
Remember that Minho is watching... always watching.
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He sees all.
He knows all.
I know, You know, We know, Lee Know
Thank you for coming to my presentation and have a nice day.
Please help yourself to a treat on your way out. We're serving brownies. Obviously.
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Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this crazy tangent of mine and thank you so much for sending it in!
Love, K
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mako-neexu · 10 hours
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"surely this time i will be normal for one day"
[suddenly remembers prison tower is supposed to end you bc goetia planned it but dantes took on the role of being your abbe faria and became your tiny light of hope in this prison of despair because he himself knows better than anyone how it feels to be an innocent soul, to be dragged and trapped in a life of despair, betrayal, and be casted away in a hell where madmen dont come out alive and so saves you by killing him, "the one who escaped the chateau d'lf", he's also summoned initially as a tool to kill you but dantes, initially being just a shadow, made ogawa heim because 'fuck u goetia' and caught feelings seeing guda's iron determination so fought alongside them and against the one who gave him a demon worm in his head. and just as he became your tiny light of hope in prison tower, you get to see him casually admit guda is his "destiny" and saw them as someone who is "radiant" after going through everything with them…like you know, a star. thats why both his np refer to guda in the new saint graph. because a star burns brighter than flames, more dazzlingly than fire that he himself is in awe of you and made a new alt solely because of you, inspired by you, even as he hurt himself by creating a new spirit origin, because his wish is solely for you to see the end of your journey and reach antarctica, because guda is a person -is a living human - who wants to see tomorrow and thus he split himself into two- or rather assigned himself and his other self in the singularity "count of determination (to bring about the 7 tribulations)" and as the "count of regret (you, his worry, who has to go through this harsh journey)". count of determination is the one who enacted the trials, because he is the spirit origin who is a ruthless murderer from his revenge story and thus must make sure guda goes through the merciless trials to go forward, yet count of regret is still worried all the same for guda considering the dangers of creating this world and with cagliostro around and other unpredictable variables, and in this ongoing journey thats why "black shadow" count is still on the look out for you. and in these trials he is both your ally and enemy that you must overcome because he wants!! you!! to move forward!!! even as you face your most trusted betray you, overcoming despair and hatred even as you drown in hopelessness seeing those you love die, overcoming his flames and as he extends a hand out and tempt you into a life where where you are a god of revenge, reaching an end that you hope for- a tomorrow that you want. (because we dont know what happened to the "real" dantes whereas dumas' version wrote that love extinguished his flames, and so left france behind with haydee. a fictional happy end that most likely didnt apply to the real dantes given his attitude to dumas and his version of the story since they never interacted again beyond dumas talking about writing his tale. )
an end that also isnt part of the famous Avenger, Count of Monte Cristo summoned to the grand order, only the popular interpretation/parts that people remember the most engraved in his spirit origin. and for him, this avenger, this part of his life where he is at his lowest who became your tiny light of hope in that prison tower, despite burning with eternal hatred chose love time and time again, save you, help you time and time again, because he doesnt want you to end up like him. one who has lost all things precious to you and so turning into a life of vengeance and blood, burning everything to cinders until you as well consume yourself, losing yourself in the process, becoming an empty shell, quietly dying as emptiness and quietness takeover the aftermath of those flames. you, as radiant as a star, don't deserve that kind of fate. you, his accomplice, his co-conspirator should never succumb to or have that kind of fate where only hate, sorrow and despair awaits you at the end nor does he want your journey to be at a standstill, idle, where you are helpless the more this story- this journey drags on and unable to move forward because of forces beyond your control.]
[through my teeth/clenches my fists] "oh. okay. so we're doing this now. okay."
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abboutross · 2 days
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Anywhere u go - part six
Author’s note: hello my fucking favourites, I told you my shitty mental health wouldn’t stop me from writing and here you have part six 🫡 this one is a big dramatic 🫢 also put your birthday hats on and let’s all just wish the happiest of birthdays to our girl 🫣 hope you enjoy this!
wc: 2337 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated
Warnings: there’s a fight and some mentions of blood in this
Part one, two, three, four, five
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You did as you said. You’re still with George, trying to get your mind off Ross. And with the end of your classes, it got a little easier, since you stopped seeing him everyday in the school hallways. So, now you just want to enjoy your first summer break in this town with your friends. It’s summer, it’s hot outside, the sun shines bright, the flowers look so pretty and the birds sing along to a happy melody. How can you not be in a good mood?
A few weeks ago, you were feeling so down, sad, and you would see the world in such a dark shade. Now, you feel lighter, you’re happier, you go out with George and you actually love being with your boyfriend - valuing the fact that you got such a precious boy by your side. At the very first day of summer break, George already had a lot of things planned out for both of you. You went to the pool, you went to the movies, you did cute picnics in the park. And your days have been filled with love and laughter. The sun touches your skin and it feels warm again, in a way that warms your heart, just like George does every time he kisses you.
Molly is still seeing Jamie, something about giving him a chance of him being her Prince Charming that she’s pretty sure that he will end up kissing her in the rain. She definitely didn’t got over that moment that happened between you and your boyfriend.
You were doing a walk in the park with George when he pulled you out of your thoughts.
“You know, every single year, me and the boys go to the beach together. Matty’s parents have a house in the coast. He said you and Molly can come with us this year” - he explains to you.
Spending some days of your summer break at the beach won’t hurt you. You could really use some days at a different place. Mental note: making sure that Molly will go with you.
“And we can celebrate your birthday there, since it’s only a few days away” - your boyfriend smiled at the thought of throwing you nice a birthday party, just like you deserve.
“I would love to go on vacation with you guys” - you smile wide, matching George’s expression.
When you got home, you obviously called Molly.
“Hey! Got your bikinis ready?” - you asked right away.
“Huh?” - she said confused.
“George said to me that Matty kind of invited us to go spend some days at the beach with the boys” - you explained to her.
“Oh yeah, Adam said something to me about it. I was waiting to actually talk to you and check if you were going” - she answers.
“Yes! I mean, a few days in other place won’t hurt. I think I really need to get out of here to clear my mind a bit” - you admit.
“Well… do you think he’s going to be there?” - Molly asked cautiously.
“I don’t know? I hope not, to be honest” - you reply as you start thinking about it.
You were really looking forward to these vacation. But what are you going to do if Ross is there as well? That’s definitely not going to help your “out of sight, out of mind” phase. He will be in your sight every single day. You are going to be living in the same house as him for a few days.
“Well, maybe I’m not going” - you say on the line after a moment of silence.
“What? Shut up. You’re going to let a guy ruin your vacation? No way. I won’t let that happen! Not on my watch!” - Molly says strictly.
And she is right. You know she is. You can’t let some guy ruin your days at the beach with your boyfriend and your friends.
When you’re packing your bags, you can’t help but feel undecided. Your mind is a mix of thoughts, something along the lines of ‘is this bikini cute enough to take on vacation?’ and ‘what if Ross is there? Will he talk to me this time?’ But you decide to brush it off.
You meet Molly at her place, you’re going with her and Adam to meet the rest of the group at Matty’s house.
After you greet them, Molly surprises you with what she says next.
“Adam, will that-one-guy-you-know-we-hate be there too?” - she asks fearless.
Her brother chuckles at her question. “Ross? He’s invited, but he hasn’t said anything yet, so we don’t know if he will show up there” - he says and looks at you. “Don’t worry, either way, Olive is definitely not invited” - he smiles at you and you pretend you don’t care about what he just said. On the inside, you are feeling a bit of relief, at least you won’t have to deal with her.
On the ride there, you were sitting between Molly and George in the car. Your hand was intertwined with your boyfriend’s and you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he looks. He catches you staring at him and smiles at you, giving you a peck on the lips. The sun is hitting your skin, feeling so good inside that car, just like how you’re feeling on the inside, excited to spend some days with George, and even more excited to celebrate your birthday with your closest friends.
Once you get to the house, everyone’s first instinct is run to the beach. You drop your bags and follow them, when you notice George staying behind.
“You’re not coming?” - you ask him.
“No” - he simply says with a smile. “You go and have fun. I’ll prepare everything for the party tonight”.
Oh shit, you totally forgot. As soon as the clock turns to midnight, you turn 16. And with all the excitement to go to the beach, you forgot you had to help George getting everything ready for the night.
“Oh, right! I’ll stay to help you then” - you say as you start gathering your things.
“No, it’s fine” - he simply says. “Go get some fresh air, I’ll start arranging everything” - he gets closer to you to give you a small kiss and you take his advice.
Once you get to the beach, it’s like the time stopped. Feeling your bare feet in the warm sand, hearing the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks. Your friends are already in the water, laughing and enjoying the good weather. You take your time, loving the way you feel so good right now. You don’t remember feeling this way for a while. You’re grateful you’re here, in this place, in this moment, in this time and space. And you’re grateful Ross hasn’t showed up. You’re really looking forward to enjoy your days with no distractions, no drama, no sadness.
When you and your friends get back home, your mouth opens at what you’re seeing. George had already decorated the entire living room with balloons, a banner saying ‘happy birthday’, and Matty’s mom was walking in with some snacks and drinks.
“You did this all on your own?” - you say surprised.
“Denise helped me. I just wanted to make something nice for you” - he answers shyly.
You hug him tightly and thank him for making something so nice and thoughtful for you.
“We have four hours left until you’re finally 16. Let’s get ready for the party!” - Matty announced.
So you did. You and Molly went to the bedroom where you two would be staying, and started choosing the best birthday outfit for your party.
“George really is the sweetest for arranging all this for you” - Molly said with a smile.
“He is. I really want to enjoy these days with him” - you admit, feeling your heart beating a little faster just at the thought of those next days.
“Hey! And with me too!” - Molly nudge you and laughed. You mirrored her expression.
A few time later, you and your friend are still in your room when you hear some loud noise, like someone is yelling.
“Oh it’s probably the boys just messing with each other” - Molly says, trying to calm you down. The muffled sound doesn’t allow you to understand a word of what’s being said.
“You’re probably right” - you decide to ignore it.
As you’re finishing your makeup, you hear a loud thud, like someone has been pushed against the wall. You and Molly decide to go check what’s going on, and once you get to the living room, you can’t believe your eyes. Ross is lying on the floor, his face full of blood. Olive is screaming like crazy, saying something among the lines of her and her boyfriend not being welcomed near your group of friends.
When you look at George, his face is red and he’s fuming, completely furious out of his mind. Matty and Adam are trying to calm him down.
“What’s going on? What happened?” - Molly asked.
“She wasn’t supposed to be here! No, you are not welcome here, so you better leave!!” - George screams to Olive.
“She’s my girlfriend, she has all the right to come with me on vacation!” - Ross gets up and shouts in George’s face. Matty and Adam separate them again, and George can’t control himself.
“She’s not allowed to come on vacation with us, we don’t like her! And if you want to be with her, go somewhere else” - George says as he punches Ross’ face again.
“Hey what the fuck? You’re punching his face because of some stupid vacations? Stop it now!” - you say as you push George away from Ross.
“You two look like kids right now. Just stop whatever this is. It’s not worth getting your nose broken for” - you say sternly.
In a minute, the entire room falls into silence. Matty is the one interrupting it.
“It’s past midnight already” - he says quietly.
“Happy birthday…?” - he tries to hug you, but instead you just let go off him.
You go outside to catch some fresh air.
Happy birthday to you. You’re turning 16 - but your ‘sweet sixteen’ started out as anything but sweet.
Your mind can’t stop comparing the way you were feeling just a couple of hours ago, and how you’re feeling now. It makes you laugh ironically. You thought these days were going to be so cool. You were going to the beach, you would go out to new places with your friends. You would finally have a good time, with no worries or unnecessary drama - something you haven’t had in a few weeks already.
But you were wrong. It seems like trouble haunts you, follows you anywhere you go.
A few hours back, you were worried that Ross might come here. Now, you have Ross AND Olive in the same house as you, forcing you to deal with both.
And you can’t take it anymore. You’re tired, you just want to have a normal boring life, you don’t want fights, don’t want arguments, you don’t want to hear anybody screaming and you don’t want to be anywhere near drama.
Molly meets you outside and immediately engulfs you into a hug.
“I’m sorry your party turned into all this mess. But tomorrow will be a better day. Happy birthday, I love you” - she tries to comfort you.
“I want to go home” - you say to her.
“What? Y/N we are supposed to stay here for four days. Let’s just enjoy this place for a bit” - she tried to reason with you.
“No, I’m not dealing with all this for four days. Plus, I’ll have my dance presentation in six days and I’d rather go home and prepare myself for that” - you say, sure of yourself.
George meets you and Molly outside, his lip is bleeding as well now.
“I’m so sorry. I really wanted to give you a nice birthday party” - he says, feeling guilty.
“If you really wanted to give me a nice birthday party, you could’ve, at least, control yourself and not punch someone in the face - twice!” - you scream at him.
“I couldn’t help it! She wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t want them to make you feel uncomfortable” - George says while trying to get closer to you.
You get out of his grip. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore, I’m going home” - you explain.
“What? Why? We were supposed to spend this week together!” - he tries to reason with you.
“No. I’m not doing this. I’m going home and I really don’t care about anything you can say or do now. You can punch everyone’s faces if you’d like. I don’t give a shit and I don’t want to be in the middle of this. I’m going home and that’s my final decision” - you say sternly.
Molly looks at you and doesn’t say anything.
“You can stay if you want to” - you simply say to her.
“No, I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you leave all by yourself” - Molly says as she walks inside to pack your things.
George looks at you and, when he tries to talk to you, you turn your back at him. You can’t forget the image of Ross on the floor, his forehead sweaty, breathing heavily and touching the blood that was on his face. You’re absolutely disgusted that George caused all this. Beating up Ross was definitely unnecessary. You end up going inside as well, meeting the two people you never wanted to look at again, to your ruined birthday party, to the expectations you created in your head for this vacation. And the realisation that it all blew up. Bitter sixteen - that’s what you’re getting.
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pepprs · 10 months
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my mom isn’t letting my dad go back to his office bc him being out of the house stresses her out and makes her have a flare up and it’s like kind of insane. like i understand why the idea of him doing that would make her panicky and angry as someone who also struggles w separation anxiety and abandonment shit / has physical symptoms from that kind of stress (though not to the same degree ofc) but also he is a grown man. he should be allowed to go to his office and not have to shape his entire life around her needs. and she keeps guilt tripping him out of it and it’s impacting his quality of life a lot and the whole thing is kind of… hm
#purrs#delete later#also she’s guilt tripping me into coming to the stupid fucking potluck on sunday bc she needs the extra help and it’s like… what are you#gonna do when i move out. like i am a grown woman and i should be able to choose how i spend my two precious weekend days. and my dad is a#grown man and he should be able to choose where he works. like is that not a little bit insane. i get it but also….. i do think it s kind of#fucked ip that it’s her way or the highway and her needs take priority over all of ours and she’s asking us to bend to what she wants when#she wants it. like i get it bc she’s sick but it’s not fair for her to expect that from my dad especially. particularly when me and my#brother are back at work / school in more high risk environments than my dad who would be in a private office alll day. and the thing is no#one is brave enough to all her on it bc if we did it would be the END of the world. she even threw a fit on my dads bday and complained bc#the things he wanted to do were things she didn’t want to do like all the man wanted to do was go mini golfing and when that wasn’t good#enough he just wanted to go on a walk and my mom complained the whole time and also scoffed the movie he wanted to watch and said it was#boring and it’s like… wtf it’s HIS birthday??? but what do you expect from the woman who (and in fairness her friends got her these as gifts#but still) has TWO kitchen items that say some variation of ‘a marriage is when one is always right and the other is always the husband’ 💀#i look at that little plaque every night bc it’s in front of the sink when im doing dishes and it makes me so fucking angry. like my dad is#a whole fucking person and he can be right too and he deserves to make choices and be happy and not have his wife put him down all the time.#idk. and she puts down his family all the time too and complains when he wants to do the most reasonable things for his own enjoyment that#don’t align with hers and criticizes his interests all the time and it just sucks to see. he never shows hurt or anything so idk how he#feels about it but it makes me so angry and sad and when i tell her to stop she just lashes out at me so. 🤪. like how do we get her to stop#making her needs more important than everyone else’s bc… she may be our mom / his wife / whateger but that doesn’t make her queen. no one is#(andalso this has only gotten worse bc of covid / her being sick. like this has been a lifelong thing it’s just it’s a lot worse now bc the#circumstances gave her room / forced her to have to take up more space. and it’s just so frustrating. i get it. but none of us are pawns or#dolls or subordinates or anything. there’s 5 adults here and we should all be able to make choices and not be guilt tripped by her. lol#)
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bbg-pedri-supremacy · 3 months
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https://x.com/pedrihqs/status/1739697440763043946?s=20
Babygirl and old men. As always. 😉 😉🥴
Nothing new from our princess 😐
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Jokes aside, can we appreciate how heartwarming and adorable Pedri’s family is?! 🥹🤧 Like I’ve genuinely not seen this kind of family goals in a long time. They are just the cutest human beings in the world. 😭
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hyunpic · 2 years
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happy birthday @chrisbangs 💖💘💖
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marchenmusika · 1 year
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Still crying over Kaveh’s lore
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princejingdontcry · 2 years
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I'm starting a petition it's called "get feng chang the love he deserves 2k22"
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kingkonoha · 6 months
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Gojo doesn’t think he deserves you, and he doesn’t really understand why you want to be with him.
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𝐒𝐇𝐘 & 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 who doesn’t know much about his purpose in life, nor does he truly care about himself. All he knows is that he loves you more than anything else in the entire world.
You’re his baby. You picked him to love. And he truly can’t believe it.
“Hey,” he said softly, looking up at you from where he rested his head on your lap. The two of you had spent the entire day lounging around on the couch. “Why do you love me so much? I don’t get it.”
“Hm?” Tilting your head a bit, you glanced down to meet his ocean blue eyes. “You don’t get why I love you?”
“It just doesn’t make sense to me. I know why I love you, but . . . how could you love me back, exactly?”
The question — while easy enough to answer — was puzzling in terms of trying to figure out why he would ask such a thing.
“I love you for a lot of reasons, baby. You’re so sweet, kind, and protective. I love it when you get all clingy too, like right now? How you just plopped down on my lap? It’s absolutely precious.” Stroking his soft white hair, you smiled down at him softly.
“Now you’re just being cheesy,” Gojo tried to fight off a grin, a soft shade of pink dusting across his cheeks as he blushed. You couldn’t help but widen your smile at the sight of that cute face of his.
“You’re really handsome too, but I think you knew that already. I mean, I figured you knew all of the reasons why I love you. Don’t I tell you enough? Why’d you have to ask?” Your soft smile slowly transformed into a little frown, and Gojo couldn’t stand the sight of it.
“It’s not you, trust me. You tell me enough, and I appreciate it, but I guess I just don’t see myself the way you do.”
Gojo wasn’t smiling anymore. He also didn’t look you in the eye. That pretty face of his was as blank as a new canvas, and it was rather startling how he simply didn’t believe you.
With nearly every step he took, every corner he turned — someone would always look up at that tall, handsome man, and tell him how good looking or powerful he was.
Those who were close to him would tell you how outgoing and confident he happened to be, even daring to have a bit of an ego as well. Not overbearing enough to make people dislike him, but strong enough to make you question why he seemed so shy and insecure around you.
“Why don’t you see yourself the way I see you?” You asked, your worried tone making him look up at your frowned face. “Be honest. I wanna know why you find it so difficult to understand why I love you.”
“All I do is kill. Kill curses. Kill enemies. Teach other people how to do the same thing. It’s all I have to offer . . . All that I’m good for.” Gojo turned onto his side, his head pressing against your thighs. “But you? You’re just an ordinary person with an ordinary life.”
“Is that why you act different around me compared to everyone else? ‘Cause I’m ordinary?”
“I just don’t really get how an ordinary person can love someone like me,” Gojo’s eyes fluttered closed, and he yawned. “It shocks me. And I love you so much that it makes me nervous. I guess I’m worried that someday you’ll start seeing me in a different light, and . . . I don’t want you to stop . . . loving me.”
His sudden vulnerably must have been a result of his tiredness, because as soon as he finished speaking, your sweet lover was fast asleep, right on your lap.
However, despite his soft snores, his brows were furrowed slightly. Jaw clenched. He looked scared, and you knew exactly why.
“I love you, Gojo. I love every single part of you,” you whispered, gently running your fingers along the side of his face. “I’m never going to stop loving you, I promise. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll always be here.”
Once those easing words fell from between your lips, the sleeping man’s entire body relaxed, and he was at peace.
At the sight of his little smile, you knew that he finally believed you.
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ana, i hope you're doing amazing ♡ ily
i was thinking about how bo was probably super nervous on your first date because he wanted everything to be perfect™ he wanted to impress you, to show you he is worth your while. so he prepared himself to tone down his excitement (bokuto knows he talks a lot, and he knows some people find that annoying). but you seemed so interested in his vb career that he let his excitement take over; before he knows it he is rambling… and when he finally realizes that he has 'talked too much' he stops completely─panic taking over him─but then you ask him to keep going! and when he meets your gaze he sees nothing but genuine interest!! so he falls for you even harder ♡
I love you too baby Elle 🥺❤️ Here, let me hug you real tight 🤗
It amazes me how you're so kind to think about my and Bo's relationship, and I hope you know how much I love your perspective of my self ships or any other relationship.(yep, you're my romance guru now hehe). I could never tone down Bo, he's just so adorable when he's excited about something, I'd hear anything that man would say to me with hearty eyes. And oh my, him super nervous about our date??? I'd be so nervous too, like, Bokuto is such a catch??? Everyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, and he's popular so, there's a competition. I just hope I can make him feel special, the same way I know he'd make me feel.
And I'd love to ask you and Omi for advice, cause you guys are one of my fave couples so, I'll get inspired by you two. I hope Bo looks at me the same adorable and loving way Omi looks at you, like you're his whole world.
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YOU CALL HIM 'PRECIOUS'
Featuring: Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao, Albedo
You caresses his cheeks.
"You. You are precious. You deserve the world."
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DILUC
He'd ask why you got in his face all of a sudden, clasping his face—
And then you spoke gently.
You think he's precious? Compared to what, you? No, you were the most precious thing ever! Not that he was able to say that. You see, you stood so close, and you held him so sweet, and your eyes—
He blushes. Probably clears his throat.
"Well... thank you. That was very kind of you to say."
KAEYA
"O-Oh...?"
Most may think that he'd just flirt back, laughing it off.
Most would be wrong.
Deep down, he's a shy guy. Yeah, he got game, but he's also a sweetheart who buries himself in dark secrets.
"Well, that certaibly makes my day," he smiled. To be important was... quite nice, he supposed. Then, his eyes glaze over. He seems to remember something. Something terrible.
"Say, it truly is an honor to have gained a new ally such as yourself, and all without a timely notice," he says, successfully diverting the conversation for less unpleasant thoughts.
XIAO
No one can know for sure what happened, as you were both alone, but you swore he blushed.
He'd deny the pink in his cheeks. Would tell you that he was simply surprised. Oh, if only you knew the turmoil it caused.
The main reason for being so socially isolated was for the protection of mortals, and yet here you are, breaking those walls. It wasn't easy, nor painless, to build something so sheltering to the soul. Depriving the bird from inside, starving it of sunlight as it sat in its golden cage, feathers falling—
No, he did not blush. He cannot afford to have you mixed up in his personal matters. You were too precious. So no, he didn't blush. Just... say his name if you ever need him again, okay...?
ALBEDO
...
Okay, but how are you measuring preciousness? When compared to others, what traits does it take to earn that attribute? Physical appearance may cause the phenomenon of 'cuteness' to be triggered, but he wouldn't say he has a cute face or body. Was it his hair? Soft things are quite nice to the touch.
You'd just sit there, listening to his questions and rambles. "Well, eyes do decieve, so appearance doesn't really matter, but yours—" and off you'd go, off on your own tangent.
You both would take turns listening. It's only in the middle of yet another hypothesis that he realized something.
You were precious, too.
KAZUHA
Ah, but the wind tells him a different story.
"It is you who is precious, love." Hey, he's just relaying its message. It's true, you see, because—
"...and your voice. Your voice is a form of music, one that only you have been able to play. Ah, and your eyes—"
"Kazuha, stop itttt!!!" You blush and smile, playfully hitting his shoulder. He lightheartedly gufaws at that.
He truly is grateful to have a companion like you by his side. Not even Beidou could imagine a life without you on the Crux.
(EDIT: I forgot I removed Ei and Wanderer; I left them in a McDonald's parking lot. You can find them there. ^_^)
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rie-092 · 27 days
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LITTLE SIBLING.
⟡﹒yandere! older brother x fem! reader
summary : your older brother thinks that your boyfriend wasn't good enough for you.
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during his childhood, yohan davis really wanted a little sister. a sweet little sister that he can protect and adore forever. but, that dream was shattered when his dad died and he had already accepted the fact that no matter what happened, he won't be able to have a little sister. because he can't force his mom to remarry just because of his selfish desire after all.
and let's be honest here. with yohan's handsome face and those captivating (e/c) eyes of his. even when he was a child, everyone adored him. and maybe that was the main reason why he became like— this. uh, a spoiled son who was able to get whatever he wanted? aside from little sister, of course.
but then, when he reached the age of 15, his mom got remarried. he was excited, for his mom and for the chance that he can achieve his dream through his new dad. yep, he knew how obsessed he was with having a little sibling. everyone, except his mom (since she thinks that it was a cute thing but clearly it's not) has pointed it out to him. but he didn't care since in his eyes, it was unfair for him that his friends had little siblings that they could adore and spoil.
and yohan fucking celebrated when he got the news of his mom being pregnant a year later. he basically ran to his new dad and hugged him tightly and started to thank him and his ehem, let's forget about the last part. anyway, after that sudden revelation, yohan had started looking for good names that he could give to his younger sibling. he also looked for some cute toys and clothes but let's forget about it.
yohan, during his little sibling's birth stayed at the hospital. he didn't give a fuck about what other people were saying when he did all of his homework at the hospital while waiting for his parents and his new little sibling. and boy, oh, boy. yohan teared up when he saw you for the first time. you were so cute, so precious, so adorable and the most innocent thing on this planet.
“ so, how about you give her a name, son? ”
that was what he was waiting for. with a smile, he kissed your forehead as he told them the name that he had come up with after the 9 months that he spent thinking a name that suits you. (first name), his little sister. don't worry, your big brother will give you everything that you want and he will do everything for you.
expect that this guy will be quite overprotective when it comes to you. don't complain if you aren't able to play with your peers or if he doesn't let you go out and lock you at home. he was just worried! you're too innocent! what if you got kidnapped when he wasn't looking?! oh, and when he realized that you're allergic to (insert food here)? that day, you weren't able to see that thing inside your house again since yohan really threw a fit in front of your parents exclaiming that if they served you that kind of food again, he would run away and he will bring you with him.
but aside from his obsession, overprotectiveness and overbearing personality. yohan was a good older brother for you. he was much better than your classmates' older brothers. when the truth is he just engraved the 'he's the best older brother in the world' idea on your mind during your early childhood so that you will stay with him forever
anyways, much to his disappointment, when you became a teenager you found yourself a boyfriend. and that angers yohan. i mean, why do you think that boy deserves you? gosh, he was the one who raised you and he knew that boy wasn't deserving of you! he did his best to make you dependent on him. he cooked for you, washed your clothes and even made sure that you didn't know how to do housework! do you think that boy will do that for you? yeah, no.
expect that yohan will always roll his eyes when you mention your boyfriend whenever you are with him. this guy shamelessly stalks you when you are on a date, and when he sees that your boyfriend is about to kiss you? he will immediately call you to cut off that dirty romantic atmosphere that disgusting guy created. that guy bought you a gift? don't worry, your brother will give you a more extravagant the next day.
he will do anything to make you see that you made a wrong choice of getting into a relationship with someone. look, he knew that his obsession with his little sister was because his friends and bandmates always pointing out to him. there was some point when they asked him if he romantically saw you but that only disgusts him. the hell are they talking about? why would he romantically see his little sister? do they think that he's a sick freak? that's disgusting.
sure he stalks his little sister, sure he makes her dependent on him, sure he manipulates his younger sister that he's the kindest soul alive, sure there are some points that he commits crime for you. but anyways— he only did that because you were his little sister. his innocent and fragile little sister that he needs to protect!
and when the news about your boyfriend cheating on you reached his ears. he was fucking happy! see? he told you, that guy wasn't good enough for you! oh, his poor little sister. the only thing that he did when he saw you go home crying was to hug and comfort you but of course, while he manipulates you thinking that other guy aside from him and your dad was like that. a fucking freak that will only hurt your feelings.
ah, of course! do you think that he'll forget about that ex-boyfriend of yours? of course, he won't! because yohan, with a 'little talk' made sure that guy won't be able to approach you again. oh? you're worried when he came home bloodied and had a bruise on his cheek? this guy will tell you that your ex suddenly punched him out of nowhere when he talked to him when the truth is he beat that guy half to death. hehehe, and seeing you believed him made him smile widely. ah, it seems like you're really stuck with him from now on. and yohan was willing to sell his soul to a demon just to make sure this would last forever.
“ big brother's doing this for your sake so listen to me, okay? ”
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ghouljams · 18 days
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“#distribution system is a pillow Princess/sub!ghost fic”
😳 h-holy shit. I think the world went white when I read this. Like a flash bang went off. Oh my god.
You hold his face between your hands, your thumbs gently stroking over his scarred cheeks. Your eyes are so soft, they look at him like he's something fragile, something precious. Ghost holds your wrists like a lifeline, desperately begging to be grounded in this moment. Your lips move without sound, he wishes he could hear it, could hear your voice like the trumpets of revelations. The light shines behind your head like a halo, it must be a halo, divinity shining through your skin. Everything hurts.
"Stay with me," He begs, his throat dry and his bones aching.
"Of course," You pet over his buzzed hair, your voice as soft as early spring, "I'm not going anywhere."
You kiss his temple, let him settle his hands on your waist and lean into the touch, hungry for it. You're not going anywhere. He's not either, this is the last stop. He can just be here. Ghost traces his fingers over your skin with reverence, his eyes on yours as you tip his head back. It's good, you're finally in your rightful place over him, larger than life in all your kindness. He could let you swallow him whole, he wishes you would. Then he could be a part of you, a part of something worthwhile, something good and kind. Whatever he's done in life-
"Stay with me Simon," You murmur, as if he'd ever want to be anywhere else. Of course, he wants to echo, of course. You lean to brush your lips over his cheek, it hurts, white hot just under his eye. You slice your line through him, ask again, your voice so distant and yet so close beside his ear, "Stay with me."
His lips move around your name, breathe in, exhale. His hands hold you, drag over your skin as he tips his head to press his lips against your neck. Can he have this? Is this allowed? Are apostles meant to worship their god through such sinful means? He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing his fingers through the wet heat he finds there. You're so soft.
You whine, such a pretty noise, and he kisses you again. He mumbles your name against your skin, traces his lips against your pulse, desperate to feel your life. Everything he does is for you, every breath he takes, every beat of his heart, each blink, each touch of his fingers. Nothing matters to him like you do. You're so warm, dripping over his hand, the noises your sweet pussy make when he presses his fingers into you are perfect, and obscene.
"My Simon," You breathe, "You're so good for me." It hurts between his ribs, cracks his sternum, you could take him apart with so many words. "You never tell me what you want," You coo, "Never ask for anything."
"Want to make you come," He mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain of it, he doesn't deserve to ask for your love, but he can approximate it, "want to be useful to you."
"You are, Simon," You whisper, he jerks against you at the jolt that goes through him, "because I love you."
It spins in his mind like tires stuck in mud. It's not right. He wants it too badly for it to be right. You couldn't. Even when he was leaving you couldn't. Ghost swallows. It's cold in here.
He blinks his eyes open to a hospital ceiling. Everything hurts. He reaches his hand to feel whatever is covering his left eye with a grunt of pain. His fingers twitch and another sharp jolt of pain zips through him.
"I wouldn't," Price tells him. Ghost turns his head to look at him, adjusting to the new blind spot. He's sitting in an arm chair beside the hospital bed, his chin perched on his palm, fingers curled over his mouth and leg bouncing. Ghost wonders how long it's been since his last cigar. Price sniffs. "Down two fingers, gonna hurt for a while."
Ghost turns his head to look back at the ceiling. The fluorescents buzz, a whine only he ever seems able to hear. At least the sky would've been a nice thing to end on.
"Nearly lost you on the table," Price continues, Ghost can hear him standing, "I'll let the nurse know you're up."
Ghost swallows again, tries to feel his tongue in his mouth, so dry it may as well glue itself to his teeth. "Where's my wife," He croaks. Price's footsteps stop, something heavy falling over the air. There are a thousand things he could say, a thousand comforts he could offer.
"You're not married," He tells him, and leaves.
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cheeseceli · 8 months
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Sides of SKZ they only show around their s/o
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Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff and maybe a little bit of angst
A/n: idk if that makes sense and I'm sorry if it happens to be repetitive but ! I liked to write it so yeah. As always, not proofread
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Bang Chan - He's Reckless
Being the eldest sibling, eldest member and the leader of stray kids, Chan became pretty much a parental figure for many. He's always looking out for everybody, making sure everything is okay and dealing with any problem. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job and the people in his life, but sometimes it's exhausting to take care of everything. When he met you though, everything changed. He feels that he can let go. He can be reckless and ask for attention some times. Because, for once, there's someone taking care of him.
Lee Know - He's scared
Usually, he is a confident and even cocky guy. With you though, he is scared. Scared that he might lose you. Scared that his job or personality might scare you. Scared that someone out there is better than him and you'd soon find out. He can't bear to lose you, he doesn't want to imagine a life without you in it. So he'll fight each one of his fears if that means you'll be with him till the very end.
Changbin - He doesn't care
I feel like he always wants to give people the right impression. He wants to say the right thing, behave the right way and hope people will be always satisfied. But suddenly he doesn't care that much anymore. Because he already managed to impress you and you're more than satisfied. Above all of that, you love him. People's opinions are not that important after all.
Hyunjin - He's aware
Always an artist, he knew how to appreciate the beauty in the world since a young age. But since he fell for you every moment seems like an epiphany. The autumn leaves are beautiful, falling with grace. The old lady talking to a kid brings tears to his eyes for an unknown reason. He realises how the breeze is refreshing and how he loves you dearly. He thinks for a second that maybe you're the one who brought life to this world, and he is so happy that he can see all this beauty when he's with you.
Han - He doesn't think
Most of the time, he's too self conscious about his actions and his words, like he needs to be super cautious with everything. Self doubt and overthinking is part of his routine at this point, except when you're with him. You're his safe place. Whenever you're with him, he just does or says whatever he thinks and is never scared you'll judge him, because he knows you never would.
Felix - He's protective
He has a kind nature. He usually doesn't look up for confrontation and is always gentle. But then you came to his life as the most precious treasure he ever saw and now he wants to protect it. Because you're the light of his life and he'll fight anything and anyone if that means you'll be safe. He would happily be your knight in a shining armour if you asked him.
Seungmin - He's vulnerable
Most people only see his "mean" personality or how he doesn't show a lot of affection towards others. We all know he actually is really caring but when it comes to you he's also vulnerable. He doesn't care if one can perceive him as "weak", and he's not scared of oversharing by accident. When he's with you, he's made of glass, but he doesn't mind as he knows you'd never break him.
I.N - He's perfeccionist
You're the best thing to ever happen to him and he is aware of that. He wants to give his all to you and he wants you to be treated like royalty. So he is always trying his best to make sure you're treated like one. He always wants everything to be perfect, because he believes that perfect is still so little compared to what you truly deserve.
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blingblong55 · 3 months
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My kind of love -Keegan P. Russ
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Based on a request:
Just a thought : Keegan strikes me as the guy who would hold wife! reader close to him when they sleep in their bed. Or he'd carry her when he finds her asleep on the couch. ---- F!Reader, fluff/romance, established!relationship, boyfriend!keegan, cuddling ----
A/N: thanking Bon Iver and Niall Horan for this fluff🙏
It's four in the morning, Keegan comes home after nearly ten months of deployment, his duffle bag placed on the floor. Steps soft to not wake you up, after all, he is meant to surprise you with his early arrival. As he was about to go and check on the dog, who slept by the sofa, he noticed a blanket, your blanket. He approaches you, his gaze softens the second he watches his beautiful sleeping. You look so peaceful, so calm and in this moment when things for months went so wrong, this view is all he can adore.
"My love, I'm home," Keegan whispers, in his arms, he carries you to bed. They say people have a certain amount of luck and you are proof of that. Maybe out there in the cruel world, he doesn't have much luck but in this place, a warm, cosy and safe place he calls home, he knows luck is there. No one can say they are lucky because they don't have you and he does. A million men can say your name, a million more can watch you but just one gets to come home to you. One man in a sea of billions gets to kiss you, to listen to your ramble about crazy theories, to listen to you hum a tune and to love you and be loved back.
That man is him and in this precise moment, he knows why he proudly waited day and night to hide that ring in his pocket. If he wasn't a romantic, he would propose to you right here right now but he wants that moment to be magical because his precious girl deserves it. "Keegan, it's you," your voice so soft. Fuck, why must you make his heart melt like this? Why must you- damn you! Why do you love him? Why do you see what others don't and why must you make him blush just from the sound of your voice? Couldn't you be any less cruel to his weakened heart? Oh but he loves it, he loves that voice, that touch and stare, he loves the kisses and the 'Did your job go well? Are you hurt? Did you miss me?' he loves it all.
"Of course, it's me, darling," he sets you down on the bed and covers you with the sheets. "I'll be back," his lips touched your soft skin before leaving to take a short shower. You lay in bed, not being able to sleep without him anymore, you wait for him. Once he snuggles to you, you can feel his fresh skin, how his embrace wraps you with love and with care. "Did everything go to plan?" you ask as you nuzzle your face on his chest, a low chuckle escapes his lips as he brushes your hair. "It did, which is surprising," he kisses the top of your head and drapes his leg over yours.
In a warm bed, you and he lie, legs intertwined like they are the perfect match. Your back to his chest, soft breathing filling the room. As you close your eyes, he finds himself admiring your beauty from his angle. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close for the rest of the night as the other arm caresses your head. His fingers brush through the hair, and slowly, they make their way to your forehead, where he slowly catches himself falling asleep.
Until morning and maybe even after being awake, he keeps you in his hold and under those warm bed sheets. "I love you to the moon and back- no, let's keep going beyond the moon," he whispers as he keeps holding you close. If only he dared to propose already and make you his missus. But only the brave wait for the exact right moment.
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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months
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Yandere Head Canons:
Romantic Homicide
Yandere assassin x divorcee afab reader
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You had a hit placed on you by your ex monster in law. That nightmare of a woman couldn’t stand how her son had loved you so much and didn’t have his undivided attention on her (emotional incest??). Yet it wasn’t enough that the two of you are now divorced, she wanted you dead for breaking her son’s heart. Even though she was the main source of your separation. The reason why you could no longer be with the man you loved. The painful thorn stuck in your side that you finally couldn’t stand. So you removed yourself from the equation.
It didn’t matter that your ex, Vincent, sobbed and begged for you to not leave him on his hands and knees like a dog. The wealthy man sniveled at your feet and yet you could not find the strength in yourself to fight this battle any longer. The monster can have her precious son, you deserved to be happy.
Vincent had no backbone. You put up with so much verbal and even physical abuse from his mother due to your common background, and he never stood up for you. Sure Vincent would cry and apologize to you for his mother, but he never stood up to her. He was a coward. Vincent could use as many honeyed words as he pleased but they would no longer be told to you. You were hardened now and had no motivation left to fight… yet his mother wanted you dead for leaving him. She needed to make up her mind on what she wanted from you.
When you divorced Vincent Beau, you didn’t even accept any alimony because you didn’t want any of the filthy money from his family. And yet his mother, Manon, despised you even more for it… that strange woman.
So here you were in your bed with a masked hitman with wild green eyes wild and a sharp blade pressed to your neck. The thinnest of cuts formed on your neck as blood slowly pooled around your head like a grotesque halo. His breathing ragged and his voice deep like the bottomless ocean. “Any last words?”
You hummed and thought for a moment. How kind of a hitman to offer you any final words… yet you could focus on nothing else but his beautiful green eyes.
Vincent and Manon were far on your mind. It was simply your killer and you in this small world. Should you even offer the man any words? You didn’t care to beg for your life seeing to it that your monster in law would do anything to rid the world of your very existence even if he did let you go.
You stared deeply into his wild green eyes that reminded you of a forest. The ones you’d see in a National Geographic magazine. They were so unlike the cognac brown eyes of Vincent. You wondered if his face was as handsome as his piercing eyes.
“You have the most beautiful eyes.” You gave him a small smile and shut your eyes to wait for the final blow.
A moment passed and then another… yet it never came. The knife was flung carelessly across the room with a loud clang. Large, gloved hands roughly grabbed your face as his lips were suddenly pressed against yours. His stubble tickled your face while his mouth eagerly moved against yours.
You couldn’t even register whether or not you wanted to kiss back since he pulled away like had been burned. His gloved hands quickly shoved the mask back on before you could catch a glimpse of his face.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long… to think you feel the same way as me…” You squeaked when he scooped you up into his arms to carry you out of your home. “I just have to burn this whole place down so she thinks you’re dead… then we can be together.”
You’re as confused as a newly born fawn. This man seemed to know you but you had no idea who he was… did you know him? He seemed familiar with Manon but then again, she was a socialite. He could be anyone…
He unceremoniously shoved you into the trunk of his car. His green eyes lit up like a child on Christmas Day. “Don’t make a sound, okay? We have to convince mother that you died.”
And when the trunk door closed and left you in complete darkness, his identity finally clicked in your brain.
Acheros Beau, Vincent’s half brother and the illegitimate son of the Beau family. The family’s darkest secret and now your delusional captor who believed you were in love with him.
You hugged your knees from within the car’s trunk as you felt yourself shiver. What on earth have you done to capture the amorous feelings of a deranged psychopath?
You didn’t know whether to be grateful to your situation or horrified. Maybe it would have been better to die in the comfort of your home rather than await what terrible fate may lie ahead… more time could tell. For now you would count the seconds until you woke up from this realistic nightmare.
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