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Code Blue Pt. 28- Vendettas

Summary: Karma catches up to Ethan. Jo and Lee go countryside. Josie is triggered by something and tells a horrific story. Lee proves his undying love.

*Warnings* DARK and GRAPHIC!!! language, angst, domestic violence, weapon use and depictions, mob references

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Luke, Ethan

Salem, Massachusetts

February 28, 2023

"No thanks, hold the bloody steak for me. I like it well done. Where you been man? And since when do you eat steak with a switchblade? I have steak knives bro." Ethan joked as he came closer to Luke.

Luke licked the knife clean with one swipe on each side of the blade, then snapped it shut and put it in his pocket. He then pushed his plate aside, stood up and walked over to a desk, still without offering one look at his brother.

"Funny. I pegged you for the bloodier the better type....and this isn't just any switchblade. It's yours. The one that monster gave you. I found it here in the drawer. The memories it brought back to see it were greatly unwanted. I can only assume it's also the one you used to mutilate Orlando's hand with. I felt that the visual of the knife slicing through the bloody flesh was similar to what Lando's hand appeared like to you and it would only up my incentive for what I need...want to do."

Luke opened the desk drawer, pulled out a gun and loaded it, then slowly and finally brought his numb eyes to Ethan's.

Ethan's smile quickly faded as he took a step back, cautiously eyeing his eldest sibling.

"Hey look man, I...don't know what you've been told, but...I didn't do that to Landy. Luke, he was drunk and off his meds. You know how he gets. He did it, not me. What...what are you going to do with my gun??"

Luke then proceeded to walk up to Ethan, leering down at him with a cold dead stare.

"Oh this?" he replied with a raised brow as he rested the barrel of the 38 special against Ethan's chest This is merely a way to extract information out of people like you. One of the things I was taught in my line of work. You see, I don't like liars and I really don't like people fucking with my kid brother. It might benefit you to tell me the truth since I already know it, instead of that bullshit pre-planned statement you spewed to the police and to me. I just want to hear you admit it. What won't benefit you is for you to lie to my face...again."

"Luke man, I'm your brother too. You're not going to shoot me...ar...are...you?"

Luke took a casual stride forward with his darkened eyes still locked onto his target and was now only mere inches from Ethan.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you, or even shoot you for that matter. It's too noisy for one thing, and well, just far too simple and boring and besides, I don't need a weapon to get my way." Luke chuckled then became dour. "I don't call anyone my brother when they would harm their own blood. Now, that may make me a hypocrite with what I am about to do, but see, you're an exception to my rule, for you're the bad guy...and I'm the good guy in this matter."

Luke slid the gun into his back pocket and grinned at Ethan who didn't sigh in relief, but rather tensed up even more, for he knew what was coming with no time to react, a sucker punch square in the face. The lightning speed jab knocked Ethan flat against the wall, leaving him dazed and confused. Luke then walked up to him and pushed his nose against his.

"Now...tell me what you did to Landy." he growled through his teeth.

Ethan winced and panted as blood oozed from his broken nose and then began ranting in panic.

"It's all that bitch's fault man. She took away what I loved and Landy was defending her cause he loves her too..."

"Projecting as usual. What the fuck are you talking about!!" Luke shouted into Ethan's face.

"Josie man! She ruined everything with Lee. You know how I felt about him!"

"So...you're fucking telling me that you severely injured our...MY brother over some love triangle of yours??!!"

"He...he just got in the way alright?? I had too much to drink and found out that Lee is in love with her and it just set me off when Lando kept fucking sticking up for her and..."

Luke gutted Ethan hard, knocking the words and wind right out of him.

"Who the fuck are you anymore??! Definitely not the victim like you always portray yourself as. The victim lies in a hospital bed with three holes in his hand. Even if this was all over Lee and the woman he LOVES, what is your excuse for all the other times you have beat on Landy all these years hmmm??? And then, I come to find out you brought our piece of trash sperm donor here that you are turning into!! Why would you do that?? You're both cowards! And now you think you have a big dick because you're in the mob. Yeah, I know all about that Ethan! I fucking know everything about you."

"What's the big deal if I brought him here?? He's my dad! Our dad...and Orlando destroyed our family!"

Luke's lips strongly pursed but not before he flash struck Ethan again, knocking him to the ground.

"Don't you ever call him that to me. He's not my father. Not anymore. Not after what he's done. HE destroyed our family. HE destroyed Lando! The two of you deserve each other. Like father like son. He better hope I don't find him."

Ethan stayed on the ground and looked up at Luke through blurred vision. "You can't seriously believe da..my dad did that to Lando? It's all a lie man! All because he got drunk all the time and took it out on Orlando with his fists. Did you know Landy tried to burn the fucking house down with dad in it?? And you weren't even there to know what was happening! You fucking left us!"

Luke's foot went plunging into Ethan's gut, triggering a hefty grunt out of him as he spun over more than once.

"I told you. I know everything. It's not a lie and you know it!"

Ethan laid holding his stomach, gasping for air. "Then...w..why..didn't he...do it...to...me...huh?!!"

"Didn't he? I may have left before I knew the full extent of things, but let me assure you, I found out. I always find out."

Ethan lowered his eyes, ignoring the question as he spit blood onto the floor.

Luke squatted down and folded his hands as he glowered at his ailing brother without a single care.

"What you and Luke did to Landy is unforgivable. SO here's how things are going to go....brother. You're going to stay the fuck away from Lando. You're going to stay the fuck away from Lee AND his girl and if I find out that you have defied my orders, what I have just done to you now...well, you'll wish I would have just shot you."

"You cannot be serious?? I've known Lee forever and I know he cares about me. I know we can work things out if he would just talk to me and she wasn't in the wa..."

Luke grabbed Ethan by the back of his shirt and sent him flying over the table and crashing into the wall.

A neighbor's voice could be heard through the same wall. "KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE!!! SOME OF US WORK NIGHTS AND NEED TO SLEEP!!!"

"Welp, so much for the noise." Luke jested. "It's time for me to go....for now. Think long and hard about what I said. The things I can do make mob dealings look like a bee sting....which is merely all this was. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

Ethan laid groaning as Luke patted him hard on the shoulder and then left.

4 pm- The farm

You couldn't believe your eyes as you followed Lee down the seemingly mile long winding gravel driveway. There must have been acres upon acres of land with a forestry of trees, and there in the center of the desolate area sat one little white farm house and a red barn. They were actually quite large though once you pulled up in front of the two and a half story house to get a better view.

"Holyyyy shit Lee. This is...so beautiful!!" you raved as you got out of the car, your wide eyes wandering about.

"Not as beautiful as you." he grinned and took your hand to lead you inside....but first he stopped at the door of the cozy front porch. After he opened it, he bent down, swiping your legs out from under you and scooping you up into his arms.

"Lee, what are you doing??" you giggled as you gripped his neck tight.

"What? You're the first girl I have ever brought here, so I thought this would be fitting for the occasion." he happily said with a grin.

Lee continued to carry you over the threshold and through a very large living room, then down a flight of wooden steps that led to the rustic kitchen on the ground level in the back of the house.

What a dream like vision it was, reminding you of your cottage home when you were growing up in Galway. There were large wooden beams on the ceiling, white walls, a wooden floor and an enormous fireplace in the wall as you walked in. A simple round table for four sat in the center and the country air flowed through an open blue painted Dutch door that led to the backyard. It was the picture perfect home.

Lee stopped at the sizeable white wooden kitchen island and picked up a note, reading it aloud.

"I cleaned the house today and all the animals have been tended to. Oh and I got all the groceries you asked me to bring for today. Unless anything has changed, I will be back in the morning for the animals. Let me know. Have a good day Lee.

-Epiphany"

"Well good, then we are all set for the dinner I want to make you later. Hopefully it won't turn out like my first attempt at cooking for you. You want some wine baby?"

"Yeah sure. Epiphany, is that the nurse from the hospital?" you asked.

"Yep. She's one of the few I trust to tend to things here when I'm not around and she loves animals so that's a plus. Don't know what I'd do without her. Besides Lando, she helped out a lot when dad and Jacob...well...anyways, I'll take you out to meet them all in a bit. Gus, my black lab is probably out hanging with the chickens in the barn with Carl, my dad's dog and they just come and go through the doggie door. I have a white cat also, Arctic Freeze, which she is probably asleep somewhere in the house as usual. I can get her out here real fast. Watch this." he said, grinning like a cat himself. You had to wonder if that's how he got his middle name.

Lee took out a can of cat food from the cupboard and opened it with the electric can opener.

"Kitty in the can!!!" Lee hollered, making you laugh as he dumped the meaty bits with gravy out onto a fancy plate.

Claws were heard on the wooden floor as a beautiful white feline with yellowish green eyes raced around the corner, greeting Lee with the meowing song of her people as she circled in and out of his legs. He sat the plate down and the medium sized kitty dug right in, loudly purring as Lee stroked her from head to tail and offered her some sweet baby talk of how he missed her. Swooning you were.

"When she's done, she'll probably jump right on your lap and make herself at home. She's quite intrusive of personal space and has no fear of strangers." he chuckled.

Lee brought the bottle of wine to the table and sat down with you, pouring himself a drink and then getting his phone out.

"Here...so...I figured it out." he said as he scrolled through it.

"What's that?"

"The song you wanted me to guess that night when we had our bath video call. The one you said reminded you of me when you first met me. The clues weren't as easy as the song you guessed that I was listening to, but I did some googling." he explained with a cute smirk. "You said it was when you were at home and you had my bracelet and that you were wondering who I was, that I had you spellbound and you couldn't understand the control I had over you....and you said you got another sign because the song played in that moment...well....I'm pretty sure I'm right on my guess, but I'll let you hear it first. Either way, I love this song....and for the record...I felt the same about you."

Lee hit play and sure enough, he was correct. Lacuna Coil "Spellbound".

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"Yep, that's it!" you laughed and then began singing it, making Lee gaze at you, spellbound himself.

"Tell me who you are cuz I am spellbound. You cannot have this control on me. Everywhere I go, I am spellbound. I will break the spell you put on me..."

"Except I didn't break it. Couldn't if I wanted to..." you continued.

"What?? That witchiness in you couldn't fend off little ol' me?" Lee laughed.

"Nope. I was done for....and you're hardly little."

Lee gave the most devious gutter grin, making you almost spit out your wine as you took a sip.

"Oh god, you are sooooo bad Dr. Pace."

"I am...and you love it."

Lee stood up with a huge smile on his face and pulled you and against him.

"So...I've already carried you over the threshold. What do you say we go up to my room and consummate it."

You were helpless in his firm hold as his lips found yours. Up your arms went, gliding them around his neck as you lightly moaned into his mouth.

Lee's hand traveled down your backside and gripped it over your thigh, pulling you into his awakening manhood. You bent your knee in response and lifted your leg as he slid his hand under it, holding it there against his hip. The kiss deepened as your tongues softly tangled. The scent of his wine tinged breath intoxicated you and you found yourself undoing his shirt buttons....until two barking dogs came plowing through the doggie door in a frenzy like state, jumping all over him and you.

"Whoa hey, Gus, Carl....my bros. That's not how we greet our guests. And I really need to teach you about cock blocking." Lee chortled and vigorously pet each panting dog's head simultaneously. "Have a seat guys....and meet my girlfriend...Jo. Jo, this is Carl and Gus."

The two doting canines obeyed their master and sat perfectly, side by side with their tales wagging a million miles an hour and antsy bottoms as they stared up at you.

You bent down and scratched each of their cheeks in which both decided to lap your forearms with their drooling tongues, making you giggle.

"Guys guys, come on. If anyone needs a bath, it's the two of you holy barn rollers. Give her a hand shake and then go get a drink."

You were dumbfounded as these two extremely obedient dogs did exactly what he said. They raised their paws and you shook them with a laugh, then they pranced off to their water bowls.

"Welp, it's official. They love you...but I knew they would. How could they not? They're spellbound, just like me....alright my girl....let's go meet the rest of the barn crew and I'll show you around the rest of the place."

After meeting the half a dozen giant chickens out in the colossal red barn, Lee took you out to the pond that was a short walk from there. The murky sizeable water was surrounded by trees and consisted of a single wooden deck, in which Gus came hauling ass from behind and raced down it, then leaped into the air, plunging into the water.

"Fuck me." Lee griped as he shook his head. "Guess he's getting his bath."

"Well, you did pretty much tell him he stunk."

"Yeah well, he's just showing off for you. POSER!" Lee shouted at him, making you laugh.

Gus finally came out after paddling an entire lap around the pond. Lee quickly grabbed and shielded you as he turned his back to what he knew was coming. The wet dog shake.

Lee tensed up and flinched as water showered all over his backside. You squealed and laughed the whole time as you buried your face into Lee's chest.

"God damn it Gus! Not cool! Go on...go dry off cause you're not coming inside until you do and don't go rolling in the hay either." Lee scoffed as the dog riposted with a bark and charged off, yet making you laugh once again.

"Oh, you think this is funny eh??" Lee smirked. "How about I throw you in there."

You swiftly stepped back with a look of panic. "No...please...don't..."

Lee's face turned into panic as well as he had forgotten you couldn't swim and were terrified of the water.

"Oh god no...baby...I was joking..I..I would....never...I wasn't really going to...I swear sweetheart....I wasn't thinking..."

You took his face into your hands to calm him, for he was more freaked out than you had been.

"Hey...I know...it's ok. I just overreacted."

"No Jo, you didn't. Your reaction was quite justifiable after what your sister did to you. Jesus I feel so damn stupid. The look on your face Jo...my god, you were scared of me...I...just like before when I..."

"Lee...baby...no...stop. I was not afraid of you. I was afraid of being tossed in the water....which I truly knew deep down you wouldn't do. As far as before, that's in the past and it was an accident."

"Not for me it isn't. It was only a month ago....and..."

You pulled him into another kiss, which shut him up real fast as he moaned and took your mouth fully into his.

"Mmmm, damn it Jo." he whispered as his lips separated from yours. "I swear you're a witch." he chuckled as he rubbed the tip of his nose over yours, then kissed it.

"Maybe I am." you giggled with a slight cackle to get a rise out of him.

"Oh man, I am so fucked, aren't I Miss Massachusetts?"

"Well...do you remember when you took me to the park by your lake house?"

"How could I forget that amazing night under the stars?"

"Last one to the house is a rotten egg!" you quipped and tickled his ribs.

"Whoa hey!" he jumped and laughed, then chased you back to the house as you playfully screamed along the way.

Just as you got inside, thunder was heard in the distance, which made you jump.

"Hey, no worries baby. If we get another bad storm, I have a basement remember? Minus the ceiling fan." he joked. "We can even sleep down there if it makes you feel better. It's quite spacious and the couch folds out into a bed."

"Ohhh, so...I'm spending the night?" you asked with a kinky smirk and raised brow.

"Would you?" he sweetly asked. "I...I really want to hold you all night and wake up with you in my arms again."

"There's no place I'd rather be. Of course I will stay."

Thunder cracked, the sleeping cat went hauling ass out of the room and Gus was barking as the rain began. Lee went to the back door and shouted for Gus to get inside.

"Guess your wet ass gets a pass this time dude. Go down to the basement with Carl." he told him, and sure enough, the lab happily trotted off with his toe nails clicking on the wooden floor.

"Alright baby, I will start dinner since it will take a few hours to cook. Do you want to help?"

"Do you want dinner to be ruined?" you laughed. "You know I can't cook for shit, remember?"

"I do remember you telling me that, but I can always teach you, just like I can to swim someday if you...want."

His eyes fell again as he turned to get the food out.

"Hey you." you softly said as you went up t him and rubbed his arm. "Sure. I would like that, for both things. I would trust no other but you."

Lee's eyes melted at your words and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you baby girl. Ok then, I think you can manage to peel potatoes yes?"

"With a peeler sure. Keep the knives away from my accident prone ass." you chuckled. "Or I may need my doctor."

"Well, dear girl, the doctor is in. But yeah..." he laughed. "There is a peeler right there in the drawer."

You peeled the spuds as Lee chopped up carrots, onions and celery, then seasoned up a small chuck roast and tossed it all in a crock pot with some broth and butter. The perfect country style dinner that made everything feel like home....and it was. Lee was home to you.

Once that was done, Lee began chopping up ingredients for salad and showed you how to make the dressing. Lastly, this man was never ending with his capabilities and he began making a cherry pie from scratch.

"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me any more than you have, you're a pie maker too?"

"You can thank my mom for that. She taught me when I was young because her pies were pure heaven and I wanted to make sure I knew how to always have that taste of home, ya know? And...I know you love cherries so...."

"I do Mr. observant. Thank you Lee...for all of this. It's truly a breath of fresh air...literally. This place, the smell of the forest and the rain....you."

"And wet chicken dog." he chortled.

"That too. It's...perfect."

You sat down at the table and poured another glass of wine, then noticed a photo album nearby.

"Lee...may I look at your pictures?"

"Sure baby. Go ahead. I will start a fire too. It gets kinda chilly at night here."

"Even more perfect."

Lee took care of the fireplace that sat behind you while you opened the book of memories. It was filled with Lee as a child and into his adult years, and plenty of his mom, dad and brother too.

"Wow, Lee. that's your mom and dad? She's beautiful and...you look just like them both."

"Thank you. I get that a lot. Those were happier times with Gordon, when he wasn't a dick."

"Have you heard anything yet about the lawsuit over the farm?"

"Nope. Not a word yet...but I've already lawyered up and ready for it."

"Ugh, I wish he would just leave you alone...Ethan too....sorry. I didn't mean to mention him."

"No, it's fine Jo. Hey, turn the page. You'll find the next pic interesting."

You gasped and smiled when you saw it. "Oh my god...look at you, Orlando and Luke. You're all babies and oh my, I love your longer hair. Hot!!" you giggled.

"Well thanks." he laughed. "I thought you'd like that. Yeah that was a few years into med school and we all went out one night when Luke came for a visit."

"What happened with that? I mean Luke. Why did he leave?"

Lee poured himself another drink and sat down beside you. "I don't know really. The troubles at home got to him, that much I know. He's very private, always has been. A loner kind of. I used to wonder if he was into some shady shit because of it and well...I wasn't that far off base when he clued me in. I mean, he himself isn't shady. Not like Ethan anyways. Let's just say, you don't want to be on his bad side. Otherwise though, he's the nicest dude you'll ever meet."

"Like...what does he do?"

"He...handles the bad guys of the world per se. You ever heard of the....WSB?"

"Get the fuck outta here. World Security Bureau...Really? He's like a...secret agent man? No effing way."

"Way." Lee confirmed. "Although it's not so secret."

"Like...terrorists and shit?"

"Pretty much. He's a big wig that's for sure."

You slapped the book shut, drank down your wine and got up.

"Jo? What's wrong baby?"

"N..nothing...I...it just....made me think of someone...I used to....know...that I haven't thought about...in years."

"Well it must not be nothing, because, sweetheart, you're...shaking. Talk to me."

You didn't want to speak of it. The thought of mentioning it felt like you would jinx things, for the someone you thought of, was just that, a terrorist, and the son of one too.

You went right back and poured another glass, the swigged it down.

"Whoa, hey Jo..."

Lee took the glass away and then held your face. "What just happened here? Jo, what has got you so upset? Come on, let's go sit in on the back porch for a bit."

You trusted no one with what you were about to tell him. No one but Lee...although others knew....especially Britt.

"I...I met a very terrible man once. I was with Gerry at the time. The man's name was....is...god, I can't even say it..."

"Hey hey, it's ok. Take your time baby. You're safe."

Lee took your hand and his compassionate sapphire eyes dancing all over your face took your fears away.

"His name is...Peter August....but his real name is Henrik Faison....the son of Cesar Faison."

"Why do I know that name...Faison?"

"Because he was an international terrorist and was taken down not long ago...by Gerry and Britt's brother Nathan. God, this is such a fucked up mess of a story to explain."

"Take your time sweetheart. I'm right here. I catch on quick." he assured with a soft smile.

"Nathan was Gerry's partner. He was also Maxi's husband, my good friend that I rarely see anymore after what happened. Nathan, Britt and Peter are all siblings, but they only share the same father, Cesar Faison. Britt, Nathan and Dave share the same mother. Anyways...I met Peter through Britt, before she knew who he was. I mean, she knew he was her brother but she didn't know the shit he was in to. To try and make a long story short, he became infatuated with me. At first, I was kind of in to him, but when it became known who and what he was, I ran like hell. But he wouldn't let me."

"One night..." you continued on. "Gerry and Nathan took off. They had got a lead that Cesar was in the area and I panicked. Cesar was a psychopath, just as Peter was. I...I followed Gerry without his knowledge. They trapped Cesar and Peter both, in the hospital lounge and locked it down. They had went there in hopes that Britt would help them, but she wasn't even there that night. I had made it inside before the lockdown took place...I...I was just so scared for Gerry at that time. It was so stupid, I know, because honestly, what was I going to do?"

"Jesus..." Lee gasped. "I...I remember all that...Jo...I was..there. Not on that floor, but I was there. I knew Nathan was her brother, but I didn't know about this Peter guy. My god...you...you were there??"

"Yeah...and I stupidly came in at the wrong time and was taken hostage by Cesar. He held me at gunpoint as Gerry pointed his own gun at him. Gerry then warned that he was a perfect shot and could take him out with a bullet between his eyes as that monster held me against him with a gun stuck in my side. Cesar warned back that he very well could, but his finger my reflex and shoot me...so Gerry backed down."

"Then...it all happened so fast. The elevator doors behind Gerry opened, and Nathan came out with his gun drawn and...Cesar shot him

And then...Peter begged his father to let me go, but he wouldn't listen to him. Peter had his own gun and pulled it on his dad, which pissed him off and he shot Peter....the only thing is...Peter's bullet hit me...and then Gerry shot and killed Cesar."

"My god....that was...you that was shot??!! I heard about the hostage being shot but....my god Jo...you were right there under my nose...you'd been in my orbit all that time...and...obviously, you were ok, physically that is. Baby, I...I thought I saw what looked like a shot scar on your stomach but I never thought...."

"Yeah, it is...right here..."

You pulled up your shirt and showed him. Lee's eyes teared up as he lightly traced his trembling finger over it.

"Th...thank god...you're alive...I..."

"And so is Peter...but as you know, Nathan died. Cesar shot his own son...well, both of them. Peter is now in prison for his other crimes which I don't even want to get into...but after all that happened, Peter became just as whacked out at his father and did some really horrible shit to me."

"Well, then he can never hurt you again. God, Jo, I am so sorry that you had to go through all of that."

"Well, getting shot was my own dumb fault. I should never have been there. If I hadn't went, I would still be able to have...."

You froze...you forgot Lee didn't know that you couldn't have children now.

"Jo? Have what sweetheart?"

You went to get up but Lee stopped you.

"Baby...talk to me. That is what you always tell me to do. You can trust me Jo...I'm here and I'm not going anywhere...ever. When I said forever, I meant it."

"Forever?" you squeaked as you sniffled.

"Yes baby, forever. I love you...so much."

"You may not feel the same if you knew...I...I'm so scared to tell you..."

"Look at me Jo...there is nothing, and I mean nothing that could ever make me stop loving you. I'm not Gerry, I'm not Peter...I'm me...it's me Jo...me. Don't be scared. I'm right here to catch you."

You broke down bawling and just spit it out. "Lee...I...I can't have children now."

Your beautiful man proved to you that he was everything he said he was as he pulled you into his arms and cradled you while you cried. You were beautiful with him, even in the darkest parts of you.

"Oh my sweet girl. I am so sorry. But I need you to hear me and hear me good....I'm not with you to have children. I'm with you because I love you and that's all I want...you baby. Forever....."

"No, I don't know why Ethan didn't show up for the shipment. I'll find him and see what happened." Johnny assured someone on the other end of his phone.

Johnny Zacchara, a member of one of the notorious mob families in Salem, was now beyond frustrated, for once again, he believed that Ethan was out screwing off as usual.

Just as he was getting ready to call him, there was a subtle knock on the door of his penthouse at the Metro Court.

As he opened it, he found a battered and bruised Ethan using the door frame as a crutch.

"What the hell man? Who'd you piss off this time?"

Ethan smiled to act like he was fine. "Hey mate...you got an ice pack I could borrow?"

He then stumbled in and dropped straight to the ground.

"Jesus man, here, come on. Get up and sit on the couch."

Johnny helped him up and over to the couch, then went and got him some ice wrapped in a cloth.

"Alright, tell me...in a nutshell. Do I need to be concerned about what happened?"

"No. It doesn't concern you. More of a domestic dispute per se. But there's definitely a few people that should be very concerned once I heal up. I'm done with the games and biding my time. Mark my words...the people responsible for this will pay. This I vow."

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Nyx watches Captain America: The First Avenger

Imma be honest…

I actually hate this movie.

Ok hate is a strong word

But to me it's actually so boring

Sorry to all the Cap fans

Like I enjoy the characters

And I understand it's to like set up the story

But omg.

So. Fucking. Boring.

At least to me

Feel free to attack me

Fake fan and all that idk

Anyways

I remember the first time I watched this

It's been a while since the last time though

IS THAT FILCH??

HOLD ON

OMG IT IS

HOLY SHIT

I NEVER NOTICED THAT

Norse myths are so cool

Bro should be blinded

BRO IS SO TINY 💀

Why is he so adamant

Like I know that is his thing

BUT BRO

Why are you talking during a movie 😐

BUCKY!!!!!!

HELP ONLY THE GOOD STUFF

Poor guy

TONY'S DAD!!!

Should I watch Agent Carter

I haven't yet idk

OMG STEVE

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you"

my god I love them sm

I love the Dr

I hate that he dies so early

oh...the other Dr

gross

I hate men

WOOHOO!!!

So smart

90 POUNDS??? TELL ME HE'S KIDDING

THAT'S LESS THAN ME

THE DR IS SO FUNNY ISTG

the red paints

should've known from the start

She's so pretty

HELP I LOVE THEM

He's such a virgin I'm sorry

Is that rude

Nah I mean I'm one too

Whatever it's fine

THAT WAS PENICILLIN 💀

CAN'T EVEN SEE HIS FACE IN THE WINDOW 😭

BRO HE'S ACTUALLY SO FINE MY GOD

Me too, Peggy

Crazy vertical fr

THAT KID IS ADORABLE

Why does he have an American accent

omg the song!!!!

WAIT IS THAT BLOND THE ONE THAT BRUCE WAS TALKING ABOUT AT THE END OF THE FIRST EPISODE OF SHE-HULK

NOOO HE'S NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE

You guys this is a joke btw

Good for him!!!

GO STEVE!!!!

man he's crazy

HELP HE FLEW WHEN THE SHEILD HIT HIM

He's actually insane

In a good way

HELP GIRLS MUCH CUTER 💀

Bro is clicking every single button

that has to be trouble

BUCKY!!

HELP THEY'RE SO FUNNY

mmmmm success????

I don't knowwwww

INSANE.

HOW COULD HE DO THAT WITHOUT KNOWING

SLAYYYYY

SO FINE

BUCKY IS SO FUNNY

HE'S SO AWKWARD HELP

uh oh

FONDUEING

BRO GOT A PICTURE

Y'ALL AIN'T EVEN TOGETHER

uh oh not the mountain

do you know what that means....

Buck please no

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

BUCK PLEASE

NOOOOOO PLEASE

AHHHH BUCKYYYYY

I know he's not dead but :/

So much pain he has to go through :/

Sure is a cult god damn

NEW BEST FRIEND

GO CAP!!!!!

bros bike is crazy

THE BASIC SCREAM SOUND

Y'KNOW THE ONE?????

bro what was I thinking

this is not boring

I REVOKE MY STATEMENTS

I love this movie

Character development!!!!!!!!

BRO CHRIS EVANS IS ACTUALLY SO FINE I LOVE HIM

THE SMALLEST THINGS HE DOES

RUN STEVE RUN

I'M NOT KISSING YOU 💀

I LOVE HIM HE'S SO FUNNY

Fuck the army bro should be in the air force

He takes "I can do this all day" very very seriously

Karma

Bye bye tesseract

omg this is so sad

NOOO THE RAIN CHECK

OMGGGGGGG

CRYING

PASSING OUT

BRO I'M GONNA

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

RUNNNNNNNN

all because he was at a baseball game

NICK FURY!!!!!

NOT THE DANCEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭

end credit scene now

BACK WHEN THEY TOLD YOU WHEN THEY'RE ACTUALLY RETURNING AND NOT JUST "____ will return"

punch me like that/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j/j

HE. IS. SO. FINE.

bro this is just a trailer I love it 😭

god 2012

that's insane

actually insane my lord

ANYWAYS YEAH I LIKE THIS A LOT MORE THAN I THOUGHT 💀

Captain Marvel next!!

#★nyx watches #god and I'm trying to finish all of them???

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mythologyfolklore · 10 months

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Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

(A/N: TW: mention of past physical harm, chronic pain and the Six-Eared Macaque being a dick)

Chapter Fourteen: Karmic pain

As happy as Tripitaka was, that his two monkey menaces- disciples got along better now, it also came with a whole new nightmare.

Nothing catastrophic, just … stressful and kind of annoying.

For one, it turned out that Wùhuàn was just as mischievous as Wùkōng.

They also still bickered quite a lot to the point, where Tripitaka couldn't tell, if they were teasing each other or fighting.

For another thing, Wùhuàn still called him a slaphead.

“Will you ever stop calling me that?”, the monk asked in exasperation.

Wùhuàn shrugged: “Sure, when you stop being a slaphead. Besides, that bald head of yours is so slappable!” And emphasised his statement by clapping the top of Tripitaka's head like a drum, making the monk wince.

“Stop that, it hurts!”

“If you can stand seeing Wùkōng in pain, when you use that cursed headband on him, then you can handle a little sting on your skin. I know fully well, that if I had a thing like that, you would use it on me too. But I don't, so you'll have to suck it up and learn to educate through other means than torture. Also, it's just a few light claps on the head. Stop being a whiner.”

The Scripture Pilgrim gasped in offence: “Okay, first of all, I'm not a whiner! I'm complaining!”

“You're a whiner, Master”, Wùkōng dared to pipe up.

To add insult to injury, the other three disciples nodded - including Bái Lóng Mă.

Ouch.

Well, that hit the monk right in the pride he wished he didn't have.

He wasn't supposed to be offended by that. He was supposed to just shrug and smile it off, let it pearl off him like a lotus did with raindrops.

The bitter reminder of his own faults and failure to be a good example as a monk and teacher left a bad taste in his mouth, similar to what he felt, whenever Wùkōng talked about his home.

Tripitaka frowned at the thought, only to be startled back into reality by a gasp and a distressed Wùkōng falling onto his knees.

“I'm sorry, Master! Please forgive me!”, he pleaded. “Please don't say the mantra! I will be good, I swear! I will never say anything negative again! Please, please-”

Huh? But I wasn't angry at Pilgrim? I was … oh. Oh no.

Tripitaka wanted to crouch down and embrace his disciple, but that plan was thwarted by his aching back.

“Stand up, Pilgrim”, he spoke. “I'm not angry at you.”

Wùkōng looked up, blinking. “You … you're not? But … you looked like …”

“I'm not angry at you”, the monk repeated. “Nor will I recite the Tightening Mantra. I was frustrated with myself, nothing more. In fact, I'm the one, who should apologi-aaahhgh!”

“Master?!”

Tripitaka forced a smile. “Don't worry-ngh! It's just … my back …”

He was starting to fear, that Wùhuàn's strike had permanently damaged his spine, because it still incapacitated him as it had two months ago. Actually, the pain seemed to get worse!

Maybe it was karma for all the times he had hurt Wùkōng with the fillet.

“Master, shall I give you a massage?”, offered Zhū Wùnéng.

Enthusiastically, the monk accepted.

His third disciple helped him lie down and began to work his magic hands on him.

After what seemed about an hour, the Pig Demon helped his master put his robe back on, then carefully set him back on his feet.

“Better?”, Wùnéng inquired.

Tripitaka smiled, genuinely this time. “Much better, thank you.”

“You're welcome, Master, but we'll have to see a professional healer about this. I think you have a spinal injury. If we don't get you treatment, the pain will become chronic and��you might lose the ability to walk.”

Tripitaka moaned despondently.

Yep. This was definitely karma.

#journey to the west #tripitaka #liu er mihou #sun wukong #bai longma #zhu bajie #sha wujing #tw: abuse mention #tw: trauma

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anoverflowingsea · 2 years

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i don't know why i feel so shameful when i make mistakes

the magnitude is much worse when i've personally wronged the people i love more than mistakes that only involve myself

even after i cleared the air and the sediments have been settled, the words still burn violently when my mind recalls. but that is my burden to carry as the consequences to my actions

maybe it's the years of holding myself to perfection and the self-inflicted standard

the years of not really having external conflicts with people and people rarely having negative impressions of me

do i naively live in a bubble of minimal pain?

i have this thing about when i drive, where i can't allow myself to get too cocky/confident. because at the end of the day, no matter how much experience i have, cars have so much more power over humans so you have to always be careful. they are also so expensive to maintain if you fuck something up. like to humble myself i constantly tell myself, "you have to be careful, what if you got in an accident today?"

and i tend to do a similar thing socially. when i allow myself to relax, my personality sometimes become much bigger than myself that i make over exaggerated statements. i catch myself apologizing afterwards when i'm wrong. and i have to remind myself, "you need to be considerate, what if you hurt people?"

i have the worst habit of overassumptions and overstepping. trying to finish people's sentences for them because i think i know what they're gunna say before they say it. cutting people off in conversations. butting into other people's business because of familiarity. it may sound cute in the moment, but it is quite rude.

i catch myself reiterating all these grey moments in my mind after the fact.

maybe that's why it's so hard for me to believe in achieving greatness. i am so convinced of balance that i cannot believe something that great can happen to me that will cause my karma to be that off-kilter. i haven't felt like i have had a proud moment for myself since my early years of childhood. people say "you don't know how good you've had it until you lose it," and i've come to learn that maybe my tolerable days where the ache in my chest doesn't feel so bad are actually the good ones and my bad days are just the balance of that.

there's a whiteboard in the hallway at my job that's filled with motivational quotes to i guess get you through the work day or make you pursue your dreams and i can't help but laugh everytime i pass by it. is it nihilism? i refuse to believe i have become so. maybe it's just cynicism. hard work does not seem like worth the sacrifice. and i do not even say this out of laziness, but moreso if your sacrifice becomes the ultimate sacrifice, i am not strong enough to put myself through that, especially if you are just a cog within a machine that seeps the life out of you in order to profit.

i wish i can say i wish i could be free, but free is worse than this. because free would be living in the naivete that everything inside of me is correct when that isn't true. i do not want to live in this world like that. this world is already too ego-driven. i already deal with too many people who will never back down to become one of them.

but sometimes i wish i do not have to be so self-aware. it'd certainly hurt less.

#ramblings #hello tumblr my old friend #dumping my feelings on here since it's been a min

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haikyustanaccount · 1 year

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Taylor Swift (again)

My opinion changed enough that I’m running it back! Honestly, I’ve just had enough time with each album that I really feel like I can make a confident statement about all of them. 10. Taylor Swift: 7/10. Sooo sweet. This album is just really sweet and even this early in her career her eye for lyrical specificity and chorus catchiness is amazing. Even with that though, the youth blinders are on pretty hard and its the hardest to ignore it on this one. I think the best song is maybe Our Song or maybe Mary’s Song it could even be I’m Only Me When I’m With You. There’s a lot of choices.

9. Fearless (Taylor’s Version): 8/10. Exactly the same except the youth blinders have lowered a lot. They’re still visibly there, but the improvements are massive. Her lyrical ability is only going up and the songs just straight up sound better and more unique. I think my favorites are probably Hey Stephen or The Way I Loved You. I just like the way they sound.

8. Midnights: 8/10. I feel really bad for this one. I really wanted to like this one. I organized a listening party with a bunch of snacks, drinks, and over 20 people in a massive room and it was actually really fun. Even with all those great memories this album just isn’t much to latch onto. Lavendar Haze and Sweet Nothings are really the only songs I’ve continued to listen to. Although Karma is kinda great too.

7. Speak Now: 9/10. ooooooo dam this ones good!! I’m honestly kinda upset with myself cause I couldn’t click with this one as much as I can with the others above it. The songs all smack and they all are surprisingly unique. Just looking through the tracklist I remembered how every song went even though its been years since I listened to it. My faves are maybe Haunted and Enchanted.

6. reputation: 9/10. Now this one was one of the first albums to reallllly grow on me. To the point that several other albums grew on me more, but I still love this album. It’s kind of a beautiful madness and in the right mood nothing feels better than this album. Faves are I Did Something Bad and Getaway Car.

5. Red (Taylor’s Version): 10/10 Oh how times change, this used to be my top and now its fifth. Even though its literally still a 10. Yeah this one’s amazing, it soundtracked such an important period of my life and it still remains one of my favorite albums of all time. Faves are my namesake Starlight and Stay Stay Stay. 4. Folklore: 10/10 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i realy like this one. Its just so simply perfect. Everyone takes this one to death, but yeah the instrumentals are beuatiful and Taylor’s best lyrics make for a damn good album. The bonus track is even amazing. Now my favorites on this one slides around constantly, but seven is always amazing, illicit affairs and invisible string have been growing on me, and like i mentioned the lakes is amazing too.

3. 1989: 10/10 I recently had my 1989 era and it was super slay and sad. So I am contractually obligated this album up pretty high. Also important disclaimer that I am referring to the deluxe album since all the bonus tracks are bangers! This album has a pretty similar album arc to reputation just with different genres and the layers slowly pealing back to reveal a love story. Whether falling in or out of love, but love is a primary focus of both. faves are definitely clean and wonderland those songs mean everything to me.

2. evermore: 10/10 I don’t think any album has grown on me as much as this one. It just means so much to me and every song is kinda perfect. It basically takes all the things from folklore but change the setting to a lonely cabin in the woods and you’ve got it. Each song feels so slow, methodical, and careful. It’s her most beautiful album. fave songs are marjorie, closure, cowboy like me, and ivy.

1. Lover: 10/10 Shut up I like being happy. I don’t care if other people think other albums are better this album is the most emotionally mature she’s ever made. It feels like healing, thriving, and genuine happiness in a way none of her other albums do. It just makes me happy to listen to. I don’t love every song, but I believe that she does and that’s more important. faves are Death by a Thousand Cuts, Cornelia Street, Afterglow and the Archer.

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racewinnerlandonorris · 3 years

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Your fandom needs to stop hyping up this ugly midget. He's been having the season of his life and yet the media and fans still prefer and hype up George, rightfully cause he's far superior. Now that Dan is back in form he'll wipe the floor with this immature boy. Charles will finish in P3 because he's much better than lando and Pierre is also much better. That's why they've got wins and not just P3's. Lando will fail so badly the rest of the season. His mugging was also karma for the way he's treated Danny. It's what he deserved.

i have a fandom? omg guys i own the lando fandom now, thanks for joining me. lol saying the media doesn't hype lando is just untrue, he’s on my bloody tv being interviewed before and after every race way more than any other driver (i think the only person who gets interviewed as much as lando is christian horner) lol imagine saying dan is back on form when his highest result is a p5 like pls he can do so much better he’s still far away from top form, it’s slightly comical your saying he’s back on form when he’s still finishing behind lando but go off i guess? if you honestly believe charles or lando will end p3 you need to get your head checked, i will be extremely shocked if perez or bottas don’t overtake lando if not both, which realistically they should since they’re in a mercedes and red bull, lando will most likely still end the season ahead of charles though which is a good result, no one expected him to be in p3 currently which is why everyone’s hyped for him.

also anon the first part of your message i didnt really have an issue with (even though i don’t agree with anything you said) as everyone’s entitled to their opinions (no matter how delusional) however it’s fucking disgusting that you’re saying lando deserved to be mugged no one ever deserves to go through traumatic experiences, what do you believe he’s done that deserved him that karma? how has he treated danny so badly that you consider that fair punishment? i cant wait for lando to prove you wrong and you can go on with your miserable life focusing your energy on hating things that really ultimately have no impact on your life. i’d suggest maybe getting a hobby? cooking’s fun or maybe running, learn an instrument, the possibilities are endless.

#i’m glad this anon woke me up with a comedy show this morning #also I know this looks like an essay but it’s really not that deep I just use a lot of words #the only thing that got my back up was the karma statement #other than that go off anon #ask #anon #tw mugging

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tonicandjins · 2 years

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sh**ting stars

characters: wonwoo + reader word count: 7.8k genre: all fluff :) summary: long story short, sh**ting stars AU note: miss me? :P

please help me see seventeen on december!

***

God, you hate him.

Jeon Wonwoo is, as you like to call it, your karma. Your karma for not taking up a medical course as advised by your parents (seriously though, you did everything you could to dodge reading those biology books stacked up in your older sibling’s room back home, and that includes taking PR as your major—no biology and physiology books for sure, but you got Jeon Wonwoo instead); your karma for tenaciously dreaming about being rich (money, money, and only money are three things that make you happy); and lastly, your karma for trying to sabotage his rising career when you two were in college (it’s a story for another day).

He struts his way to your desk. Bellowing your last name, Jeon Wonwoo enters the vicinity and you start to see red. Even from afar and with sunglasses hiding his mischievous eyes, you just know that he’s here to ruin your day.

“How’s my favorite PR manager?” He starts, and it’s only now that you notice a new piercing on his left ear. You gasp, disappointed but never surprised at this point. Jeon Wonwoo only lives to make your life hard.

“Wonwoo!” You screech. “Didn’t we agree not to change your appearance for your next project? Which part of keep people out of your face did you not understand? Jesus. Seungcheol’s going to kill me.”

Wonwoo gets rid of his sunglasses, throwing the pair on your desk. “Nobody touched my face. It’s just a piercing, Y/N. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You’re doing a cameo for that international film we were talking about just last week, Won. The character is supposed to appear the complete opposite of your garbage personality: a good boy. Another piercing, really?”

“Hey, good boys can have piercings!” he defends. “You are so judgmental. What do I expect?”

You sigh, defeated. As much as you would like to throw the nearest item within your reach (a stapler) to his face, you have to admit that Jeon Wonwoo’s face is your main source of income. “What brings you here anyway? We don’t need you here until the day after tomorrow to discuss the script and storyline for your new drama.”

Your eyes and attention go back to your screen, reading Wonwoo’s “statement” regarding his new drama one last time before giving Sooyeon, one of the PR associates, a nod—an approval to upload it on the agency’s website.

“Why? I can’t visit my favorite PR manager?” Wonwoo asks, defensive.

“I am your only PR manager.” You scoff, eyes still on the screen. “Come one, Won. What’s going on?”

Wonwoo sighs, makes himself comfortable on the lazy boy on the corner of the room. You turn to look at him; he pouts, eyes pleading. You only know what it means.

“Girls,” you call the associates’ attention. “Go out for lunch today.”

The girls squeal, and ask where you should go. You shake your head, handing them the corporate card instead and letting them know they can get themselves whatever they want as a reward for an exhausting week. They leave in a matter of minutes, but not without bowing to Wonwoo and bidding polite goodbyes to him. You walk them out of the room, locking the door behind you.

“Alright,” you breathe. “They’re gone. Talk.”

“I do not want to be in that drama,” he says.

You are disappointed, but then again, not surprised. Wonwoo was gone for a year to pursue his international film career (successfully if you may add) and had expressed as soon as he came home that he doesn’t want any projects for the next 6 months—at least. Somehow, despite the bubbling hatred towards the star, you feel awful that the agency continued to force projects after projects on him—one commitment after another, one interview after another, one drama after another—and he’s just over it. But at the end of the day, Wonwoo’s hands are tied with a rope called contract.

“I know, Wonwoo,” you reply. “But we’ve already agreed to it. We’ve signed commitments and a press release has been made about it. We can’t just take it back now.”

Wonwoo sighs, tired, and it pinches something in your inside. Working in PR, you believe, somehow made your worry about this devil. It’s a part of the job description after all.

The drama had been the talk of the town. The director and producer for the project were well-known. The story is a remake of one of the best films of the decade called Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha, in which Wonwoo would take the role of Hong Banjang—who you have personal affinity with because of how great the character is in general.

“I’m not doing it,” Wonwoo says, closing his eyes as he leans back to the couch.

“Seungcheol’s going to kill you,” you retort.

“I’m the one filling his bank account. He won’t do anything to harm me. He will kill you,” he spats nonchalantly. “I mean, that’s not going to be a problem for me. Good riddance, if you ask me.”

“Wonwoo.”

He says your name back, with the same tone, same determination.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” you firmly say, standing from your seat and walking towards him. Wonwoo opens his eyes and finds you towering over him. “You have to do it. I’ve already said yes.”

“I’ve already said yes,” he mocks. “You’re literally worse than my parents. I’ve never had someone tell me what to do every day until I met you.”

“And I’ve never had someone make my life a living hell,” you answer. Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, as if he’s asking if you’re being serious. “Come on, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo bites his lips, looking at you in the eyes.

“No,” he says again, smirking. “No. Never.”

“Please.”

“Oh, she says please now,” he answers. “What’s the deal with this project anyway? Why is Seungcheol so desperate for me to get this role?”

“Two other actors from our agency were cast as well,” you answer truthfully. “You taking the lead role will guarantee attention and fame for those two. Also, their offer per episode is the highest one for you so far. Seungcheol’s hitting two birds with one stone.”

“What’s in it for you, then?” he asks.

“Seungcheol will not kill me,” you answer. “That’s it for me. Come on. Stop being a brat.”

The next thing that Wonwoo does takes you aback. He stands from his seat, towering over you, and walks forward, making you step back—eyes shivering, mouth dry, hands shaking.

“What’s in it for me?” he whispers as soon as you’re trapped between his lean, tall body and your desk. “What’s in it for me, sweetheart?”

“Don’t—okay—don’t, don’t call me that,” you stutter. “Money. You get money.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “I want you.”

Your knees are shaking at this point. Wonwoo places his hands on the either side of your hips, gripping the table and leaning closer, until your can almost feel his nose against yours.

“What?” you ask, swallowing.

“I’ll take the role—”

“You already did.”

“The two rookies will get the head start they need for their career; I’ll make sure of that. Seungcheol’s wallet gains more weight. You don’t get killed by Seungcheol,” he states. “And I get you. A win-win for everyone.”

Wonwoo’s voice is low, as if anyone else can hear what he’s saying, and you’re about to run out of breath.

You don’t say anything. You might have actually forgotten how to speak at this point.

“Every day, you’re coming with me,” he says—commands. “You’re taking me to and from whichever location this drama takes me.”

“That’s what your road manager is for, Wonwoo,” you finally answer. “That isn’t my scope. It’s not a part of my job description.”

Wonwoo leans closer. At this point, he’s staring at your lips and you’re looking at his. Closer, closer, closer, eyes fluttering, closer, closer—

Wonwoo’s laugh makes you open your eyes.

“Then, no,” he says. “I’m not filming that drama. Goodbye, Y/N.”

And just like that, Jeon Wonwoo leaves.

Seungcheol is most definitely going to kill you.

***

Joshua Hong is charming, to say the least. One could be mistaken whenever Joshua is seen around the area. He could easily pass off as an idol or an actor, if he wasn’t busy working in one of the biggest law firms in Seoul.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he reads the agreement through his laptop. He is sitting right across you as you express your dilemma with him.

“Seungcheol is definitely going to kill you,” he confirms as he finishes the document. “It also says here that Wonwoo is promoting most of his endorsements in this drama, meaning nine businesses are also involved as they have already sent the terms to Seungcheol, to which he had agreed on. You’re not only losing the drama, but you’re also breaching against at least 10 terms related to this project.”

“Joshua,” you plead. “Save me from this.”

“Make Wonwoo do it,” he replied. “Find the reason why he doesn’t want to do it. Give him flowers. Make his coffee. Clean his shoes.”

“Josh, if you’re thinking that I’m going to slave my ass for Jeon Wonwoo, you are,” you stop. “Right. You are right. God, I hate him.”

Joshua laughs, closing his laptop. “Wonwoo likes you.”

You scoff, reaching for the cup of iced americano between you and the lawyer. “Joshua, Wonwoo and I have been in each other’s lives—involuntarily if I may add—for ten years. We’ve shared feelings with each other and him liking me is quite impossible at this point. He hates me; I am disgusted by his entire personality. That’s just how we are.”

The attractive lawyer across you licks his lips, watching you as you drink your cold coffee. “Do you like him?” he inquires.

“Didn’t you hear a word I just said?” you retort. “I would rather die than admit to have any positive feelings towards Jeon Wonwoo.

Joshua nods and slips his laptop back to his bag. “Then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“What shouldn’t be a problem?”

Joshua smiles and starts to walk towards the door, leaving.

“Josh!” you exclaim. “What shouldn’t be a problem?”

He turns, looking at you with eyes so bright—it’s unreal, his eyes—and beaming. “It shouldn’t be a problem when I take you out for dinner on Friday at seven.”

You feel heat on your cheeks and chest, but you beam at Joshua.

“I’ll see you then.”

You don’t see him on Friday. Something holds you back, and you’re not sure why.

***

“Why?” is Wonwoo’s first word as soon as you answer the phone.

You squint, confused at the question, and also why Wonwoo is calling you at—for a second, you take your phone from your ear to check the time—3 in the fucking morning.

“Wonwoo, do you know what time is it?” you ask, yawning, your back stiff from the position you were in while sleeping. “What are you talking about?”

“The drama,” he sighs, as if you should’ve gotten the question in the first place. “Why do you want me to do the drama so bad?”

“I’ve told you,” you breathe out. “Seungcheol’s going to kill—”

“I know that of all people, you’re not afraid of Seungcheol,” he answers. That is true to some extent. Jeon Wonwoo, having known you and made your life miserable for ten years now, is right.

You sigh, closing your eyes, feeling the sleepiness wash over you again. “Wonwoo. Talk to me at 8 am. That’s when I clock in.”

He says your name. His tone is solemn, curious—pleading, if you may say so yourself.

Giving up, and knowing you can always blame it on the fact that you’re half-asleep later, you answer truthfully: “Hong Banjang is my favorite character from the big screen,” you start. “And you are my favorite actor, despite your asshole nature and your tendency to ruin things for me daily. I would love to see you in a different light for the first time. You’ve always played the roles of CEOs, chaebols, stars, bad boy-with-internal-traumas, and the like. Hong Banjang will be different, Wonwoo. And you will do a fantastic fucking job winning the hearts of every woman in the world.”

Wonwoo mumbles something on the other line. The question is hazy when you hear it. You ask him to say it again. He says never mind and tells you to sleep because you’re ugly enough—a pair of dark under-eyes won’t help. Fuck you is the last thing you say. Wonwoo says it back, laughing before ending the call.

***

Jeon Wonwoo agrees to take the role—as if he had a choice in the first place; you were willing to do anything for him to do it anyway.

The table reading had begun two weeks after your 3 am happenstance with him (which, by the way, you have already forgotten about—or at least, that’s what you have been telling yourself to save your face from embarrassment), and the shooting starts this week.

Wonwoo is getting ready, and you’re waiting for him in his living room after packing all of the things he would need until the end of next week. The location is set in Jeju-do, and you will be joining him as per Wonwoo’s terms to play the role (for you to stay with him while filming—though you were able to negotiate and make him understand that you’re also working for other artists, therefore you would only stay with him for two weeks straight, go back to Seoul for one week, then back to him for another two weeks; this will be the arrangement until he finishes filming the drama). You still have no idea why Wonwoo is being a baby about it and why your presence is required for him to do the film. You reckon it’s because he would eventually get tired of faking kindness with other people, therefore he needs someone who knows his true evil self so that he can still be himself when he’s away from cameras.

Seungkwan, the new manager, ever so bright, carries two of Wonwoo’s bag for you and tells you that he’ll be waiting by the van instead. You nod and thank him, feeling bad that the kid had to endure staying with Wonwoo until, well, until he gives up like so many other managers that have come and gone.

“Wonwoo,” you call out. “Come on. Our flight is in an hour. We’re also expecting paparazzi waiting from the departure area. It’s going to take some time for us to get in.”

As if on cue, Wonwoo comes out of his room, hair still damp from the shower.

You are out of breath for a second. The back of your mind asks what is so mesmerizing, because it’s not like Wonwoo is even naked, but a part of your mind fills in for you. Jeon Wonwoo is an attractive man—that, you can never deny—and if it weren’t for his garbage personality and his tendency to absolutely make everything a living hell, you would admit this to his face.

“What the fuck are you looking at?”

There you go. A reminder that he isn’t all that because he’s attractive. You wish you could hit him square on his face for once, but then again, that face is your source of income. Breathe in, breathe out.

You smile, standing from his couch, “My favorite celebrity’s face, of course!”

Seungcheol had instructed you clearly to keep making Jeon Wonwoo happy until the drama is done. You and Seungcheol know for a fact that if Wonwoo changes his mind about one thing, he wouldn’t think twice to drop it. In this case, it’s the drama. Wonwoo had, time and time again, expressed his disinterest towards this project—which is why Seungcheol wants you to ensure that he doesn’t bail out.

Wonwoo only rolls his eyes at your statement and throws you his jacket. “Wear something warm, stupid.”

It’s only then that you had realized how little clothing you have for someone traveling: a pencil skirt and a blouse paired with heels.

“Who wears a corporate attire when traveling, anyway?” he asks and by habit, picks up your bag from his couch, carrying his own along.

“I’m traveling for work, hence the whole outfit,” you answer in defense and follow him towards the door. Wonwoo mumbles something you can’t really understand.

“Wonwoo, one second please.”

Wonwoo turns to look at you, eyes soft, and—what are you saying?

You shake your thoughts and reach up to fix his damp hair, knowing that he hates seeing pictures of himself with messy hair. Wonwoo’s eyes watch you, and they linger so you pull away from him. He doesn’t say anything and moves on, leaving you to pull yourself together and breathe.

What’s with you today? And yesterday? And even the days before today?

You have been looking at Wonwoo more these days. Sure, you look at him all the time, making sure he doesn’t have any boogers or anything in between his teeth, always checking if he needs a quick visit to his dermatologist after a shoot, or if he needs to put on a sheet mask before going out in public. But these days, you’ve been looking at him for a second too long.

In the last ten years, you have managed to memorize all the details of Wonwoo’s face, but recently you realized how he purses his lips when he’s shy and that his nose scrunches when he’s genuinely laughing at Seungkwan’s jokes—not like the laugh he breathes out during interviews.

You wonder why you’re looking at Wonwoo more than usual, and if this is why you bailed out of that date with Joshua two weeks ago. It gives you shivers thinking about it, but you shake the thought and file it back to the crevices of your mind.

It can’t be, you whisper to yourself.

You can’t have feelings to Jeon Wonwoo.

***

A small fan meeting is held in between shooting the drama as per Wonwoo’s requests.

At first, you had been reluctant, knowing how hectic this will be for him. Everyone in the industry knows how busy drama shootings are, especially when your artist is playing the lead role. In between takes, Wonwoo had to keep his fans updated by going live on his Instagram and he had to promote some brands throughout the whole series, hence there’s a good reason why you refused at first when he asked to hold a fan meeting.

But Wonwoo had been so upset about your rejection of his idea, saying that this could be the only time he could hold a fan meeting in Jeju-do. He had said that every time he would visit Jeju-do, it would only be for a day or two for work, and that many of his fans had been waiting to see him and all they get is a wave from afar. Seungcheol didn’t agree as well—mostly because Wonwoo wants it to be a free fan meeting and there wouldn’t be any profit at all, only expenses—but eventually said yes when Wonwoo contacted one of his brands to sponsor the fan meeting. (Jeon Wonwoo, always one step ahead of everyone.)

Which is why, currently, you and Seungkwan are running around to make sure that no one touches him too boldly or goes closer than they should.

Jeon Wonwoo smiles for the camera, eyes shining, like he’s at his happiest, and greets every fan who comes up to him for a signature. Beads of sweat forms on his forehead, but he wipes it off before anyone (but you, of course; you notice everything) sees it. He smiles, and smiles, and smiles, and—

He’s tired.

You can tell by the way his cheeks are shaking a little after every snap from the cameras. You can tell by the way his eyelids, for half a second, droop and how he keeps blinking hard to moisturize his eyes.

You call Seungkwan’s attention and hand him a small bottle of energy gummies. “Let Wonwoo take one. He’s tired.”

Seungkwan looks at you, confused. “He doesn’t look like he is…”

“Seungkwan,” you sigh. “Please. Just do it.”

The manager nods and quickly goes on stage, behind Wonwoo to subtly make him take one gummy.

Jeon Wonwoo sighs in relief, thanking Seungkwan, before throwing the gummy in his mouth and moving on to the next fan.

Wonwoo turns to look at you for a minute, as the MC asks the audience that it’s now time for question, smiling softly.

He’s saying thank you.

You smile back.

You’re welcome.

***

The leading lady is beautiful.

That, you can admit aloud.

“I’ve seen more beautiful ones,” Wonwoo interrupts as you admire the woman from afar. “You should see women from New York, they’re—”

“Wonwoo hyung!” Seungkwan calls and hands you and the actor a bottle of juice. Four weeks into the project and overall into being Wonwoo’s manager, Seungkwan has learned so much about you and Wonwoo: the food you like and dislike, what you’re allergic to, what you like to drink based on the weather, and to be honest, it’s only when Seungkwan himself had told you how you and Wonwoo are similar when you realized it.

“Are you ready for the kissing scene?”

You freeze, ever so gracefully; you hope Wonwoo doesn’t notice.

You haven’t come to terms with exactly what you feel. See, this is why whatever you’re feeling isn’t supposed to exist. Wonwoo is an actor (Jesus, the way he’s making you feel now all seem real with how good he is in acting), and you’re, well… you’re his PR manager.

First of all, what would Seungcheol say? Isn’t this one of the code of conducts when working for an entertainment agency? Didn’t the contract say in bold, read letters to NEVER HAVE FEELINGS TOWARDS YOUR ARTIST? Maybe it didn’t exactly, but that’s the unsaid rule, right?

You’re not supposed to like Jeon Wonwoo, Asshole Extraordinaire; not even when his eyes are always beaming when you’re talking to him; not even when he randomly quotes a line from his favorite books; not even when he identifies himself as a cat and you couldn’t agree more; not even when he (attempts) secretly makes your life easier; not even when he carries your purse even when it shouldn’t be the other way around; not even when he massages your hands while you’re asleep in the van (Seungkwan had told you); not even when you miss him when you’re apart from each other.

Not even when it makes your heart ache when he starts the scene with his leading lady, him leaning in for a kiss, his lips so close—no.

You’re not going to watch it.

You pretend to call someone important when in reality, you just want to get rid of the heavy feeling in your chest.

It doesn’t go away.

***

Jeon Wonwoo doesn’t hate you, okay?

He’s just, well, he was confused at first.

Wonwoo didn’t understand why he needed your attention during study sessions when you were in college. He didn’t quite get why he kept on looking forward to your feedback when he auditioned for his first role, not when you were barely a friend with how you and him bicker most of the time if not always. He’s uncertain why every time he wins an award, whether it’s from a small recognition or as big as a daesang, your face is the first one he finds in the midst of a huge crowd. It’s unclear to him why, even long before becoming his PR manager, you’re the first person he looks for when he needed comfort. He has a unique way of showing it, sure, but Jeon Wonwoo finds comfort in your insults and harsh words.

In the beginning, he was certain that he would never want to lose against you. He was, to say the least, intimidated by how much of a strong competition you were back in college, despite majoring in two entirely different programs; him in performing arts and you in public relation. You had been the talk of town as soon as you transferred to his university. Jeon Wonwoo was the king of Korea National University of Arts until you came along, your head held high as you were known as the top student from the college you came from. You hadn’t been studying acting like most students, but you studied about everything else apart from acting—playwright, directing, stage design, until you decided you wanted to be in marketing and PR. Always in the background, as Wonwoo says in his mind.

He started being confused about… how he feels towards you (let him put it that way, okay? He isn’t as good in words as many people may think) when you and him were apart for a year.

Seungcheol had decided that it was time for Wonwoo to venture the bigger screen: Hollywood.

Jeon Wonwoo had been scared, to say the least, and nothing else mortified him than going big but coming home as a flop. He didn’t want to despite the deals that he was getting. Seungcheol and the team from the higher ups were forcing him, calling him day and night to say yes. The calls and pleading and offers from Seungcheol and brands and television stations were giving him anxiety. He didn’t want it. (Perhaps he did, but he didn’t want the baggage that came with Hollywood. Besides, if he were to go to Hollywood, he wouldn’t have an excuse to take you with him because another PR team would have to handle him overseas.)

But you, oh God, you had held his hand.

Wonwoo remembers how his hand trembled at the thought of moving to California for an entire year, per the contract handed to him, and how he had asked Seungcheol and everyone else to leave before he signs anything. Except you, of course, always except for you.

You had stayed inside the meeting room with him, silent for a few minutes, until you reached out to hold his trembling, sweaty hands.

“Wonwoo,” you had softly whispered. “It’s alright if you don’t want to do it,” you had said.

“But,” he stuttered. “This is a good thing, right? This is good for me, right?”

You had smiled softly, shaking your head, disagreeing. “It’s a good opportunity, yes. But you decide whether it’s good for you or no. What do you think?”

Your voice had helped him calm down, breathing in and out. “I will be able to learn a lot of things,” he had started. “Working with new directors. Learning the language. Seeing new places and new people. It’s good.”

“But?” you had offered, knowing well that he had a lot of things to say.

“For the same reason. It’s out of my comfort zone,” he had answered. “Working with new directors who speak a different language and who probably has different expectations compared to the ones I’ve worked with. Learning the language, which by the way, both of us know I am shit at. Seeing new places and new people, which means I can get lost and get killed. It��s bad.”

Wonwoo remembers how softly you had laugh, not to embarrass him or invalidate how he felt, but to lighten up the mood. Your hands had held his tighter, your fingers drawing circles on the back of his hands.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” you had whispered; Wonwoo had thought it’s intimate, how you and him were whispering to each other even when there was no one else to hear. “Jeon Wonwoo, you’re a star, and you are meant for great things. Have you seen the way people gravitate towards you? How we continue to spin around you because of how talented and charming and kind you are?”

We, Wonwoo had noted. It means you gravitate towards him as well.

“The directors will love you. It’s rare to find an actor in Hollywood who respects his job enough to actually get a degree for it,” you had continued, but Wonwoo is still stuck at the fact that you admitted that he’s talented and charming and kind. “The language, well, I can’t say anything about that. You are shit at speaking English.”

Wonwoo had laughed at that, feeling his chest lighten up, hands still warm against yours.

“The places and the people,” you had been smiling, eyes looking at him with so much warmth. “Will be new. But the universe always conspires to make things right and easy for you, doesn’t it? You have seen how it worked wonders for you, all because you deserve it. All because you deserve this.”

The melody of your voice was sweet, almost making him melt. And you had said these words over and over, until Wonwoo had it engraved in his mind. You deserve this. You can do it. You will make it big in Hollywood.

Wonwoo had wanted to kiss the breath out of your lungs that day. But he didn’t.

Instead, he had signed the contract, and three weeks later, he was in a flight to LA to work for another dream.

Wonwoo remembers how frustrated he was when you hadn’t called as soon as he landed, even worse when he didn’t see a single text a week later. He recalls how many nights he hadn’t been able to sleep, tossing and turning on his bouncy, fancy hotel bed, as he waited for you to call him. He had resented how cold you were, how unwavering you were, how seemingly unaffected you were with the distance.

You had known each other for a good decade, and Wonwoo had thought that he would mean so much more than a colleague at that point. Besides, he didn’t have a lot of friends in the industry (apart from a producer from the same agency named Jihoon, and an idol named Soonyoung), and he thought that you would at least ask him if he had eaten or if he had remembered to take his vitamins like how you did when he was in Seoul.

Wonwoo, not long after, had figured that perhaps you don’t see him as anything more than an artist that you are working for. To say that it had broken his heart would be an understatement.

Hence, Wonwoo had stopped trying to get your attention, had stopped hoping you would call, and had decided that he would just get rid of these feelings in silence.

That is until he came back home and realized he’s doomed.

As soon as he saw your smiling face while waiting at the arrival area on the airport the day he came home, Wonwoo had known that he was a goner.

What’s worse is that Seungcheol wants him back on the job as soon as he landed, handing him projects after projects and Wonwoo just wants to rest. Not from the job—never—but from having to work with you and knowing that he would never get a chance with you. At some point, he even considered asking Seungcheol to get him another PR manager, but that would be risking his career. Despite how cold you were, Wonwoo knew you were the best in your field.

Wonwoo wants out, but you were, Lord Jesus, persistent.

You had done your best to persuade him to accept projects—holding his arms when you’re pleading to get a yes from him, pouting when he says no, following him around until he agrees. The one that made him agree completely was that one happenstance at 3 am, when he knew for sure you were asleep, but he just really wanted to talk to you and ask why you were so interested for him to take the role. Wonwoo had done many roles and had been offered hundreds of which. Wonwoo had said no to quite a few, to which you never had any problem with, that’s why it was natural for him to be curious why this one project was so important to you.

“Wonwoo. Talk to me at 8 am. That’s when I clock in,” you had answered when he asked.

Wonwoo had only said your name, as though he was pleading. He had heard a sigh from your end, until you had said what truly, embarrassingly broke Jeon Wonwoo.

“Hong Banjang is my favorite character from the big screen,” you had said. “And you are my favorite actor,” Wonwoo is truly, evidently doomed. “Despite your asshole nature and your tendency to ruin things for me daily. I would love to see you in a different light for the first time. You’ve always played the roles of CEOs, chaebols, stars, bad boy-with-internal-traumas, and the like. Hong Banjang will be different, Wonwoo. And you will do a fantastic fucking job winning the hearts of every woman in the world.”

Wonwoo’s heart had leapt. “Even yours?” he had whispered, but you didn’t understand.

Never mind was what he had said when you asked him to say it again.

Fuck you was the last thing you had said. It had torn something in him a little, a reminder that you would never really see him the way he sees you, but he had said it back, laughing it off before ending the call.

Among the many confusing happenstances that made Wonwoo’s heart swell and sometimes nervous, there was one very solid moment which he knew was the turning point: the confirmation that Jeon Wonwoo, the most sought-after actor in Asia, is indeed in love with you.

It was when not-good-looking attorney Joshua Hong had visited the agency one afternoon. Part of his job or whatever he does was to visit the agency once a week to touch base with everyone and to ensure that all is well in terms of compliance and regulation. Joshua Hong had been talking to you before he left the meeting room (not that Wonwoo had his ear against the door 3 minutes before the lawyer left in attempts to listen your conversation), and had a stupid smile on his face, which made Wonwoo nervous.

Wonwoo had known for a while, that something had been going on between you and the agency’s lawyer. Seungkwan talks a lot while driving. Wonwoo doesn’t normally listen, but the manager had mentioned once that there were rumors going around about you and Joshua.

He didn’t want to believe it, until Joshua Hong told him that you agreed to have dinner with him on Friday that same week.

Wonwoo would be lying if he had said it didn’t affect him in anyway. By default, Jeon Wonwoo Asshole Extraordinaire had started looking up different PR managers again, but he knew too well that he couldn’t replace you.

Wonwoo remembers how anxious he had been the next couple of days, even worse on that Friday you were supposed to go out with Joshua Hong. He had an interview that day and you were helping him answer the questions.

“Quickly, Wonwoo,” you had said with a sigh. “When was the last time you cried?”

“I never cry,” he had answered confidently.

“Let’s see,” you trailed off. “Was it when you got your first Daesang?”

His first grand prize, right. Wonwoo had recalled how ugly you were crying among the audience when he went up to the stage to receive the award. He was smiling so wide, so happy, even when your tears had left a wet stain on his suit when you hugged him as soon as he got off the stage.

“Ahh, even better, when you passed your first audition?”

Wonwoo’s first audition was surreal. He was up against already known actors from prominent agencies. He had no one else—no group of make-up artists or stylists, no acting coaches, no managers to get him a drink—apart from you. You had waited for him outside, hands trembling as you were just as nervous as him, and hugged him as soon as he came out of the screening room smiling, satisfied with himself. In the same manner, you waited with him in front of your office desk’s computer as the producer announced who got the part. Wonwoo remembers how tight you had hugged him.

“Or maybe we can say it’s when your first Hollywood film trailer was uploaded.”

You had called him that day. Wonwoo didn’t hear much from you apart from reminders to apply sunscreen on his face and when you send him e-mails about upcoming projects he needed to prepare for, so to say that he was surprised to receive a call from you that day would be an understatement. You had switched on your camera. Wonwoo had noticed how you lost some weight on your face but he didn’t say anything. You were talking about an interview he was set to do for a Korean magazine when a notification distracted the two of you: the trailer was out. You and him watched it together; Wonwoo had shared his screen and you watched from Seoul, tears pooling on your eyes.

Wonwoo was smiling as soon as the memory fades from his mind. “Quickly, Wonwoo, please,” you said, tapping his forearm. “The writers need this in half an hour. Which one?”

“It’s just funny,” he had said softly, smiling. He looked at you, wishing you could read what’s on his mind so that he didn’t have to say it, hoping you could see right through his eyes.

“What is funny?” you had replied, eyes not leaving your laptop as you type away. Wonwoo didn’t say anything until you looked up to meet his eyes.

“How all of those times you were with me.” Stay with me, Wonwoo had wanted to say. But you were quick, eyes leaving his and typing away.

You and Wonwoo wrapped up at 8 in the evening, and you asked if he wanted samgyupsal for dinner or if he wanted the gourmet burgers he was talking about earlier in that day. He had opted for the gourmet burgers. You had called the restaurant ahead as you and him were on your way to the place to ensure that there are no paparazzi.

It was only the next day when Wonwoo had realized that you spent almost the entire night with him as he drove you to your apartment (this was a routine, despite you being his PR manager, he always drove you home first), which had only meant that, please help Wonwoo’s trembling heart, you didn’t meet Joshua that night.

There are times when Wonwoo thinks that you might feel the same.

Like the time he didn’t have to say anything to you or anyone for you to know that he was tired during the fan meeting. You were about six meters away, yet you knew exactly what he needed. He liked to think that you were looking at him a second more than you should, and he even asked Seungkwan to observe you to see if he sees any spark in your eyes when you’re with him. Seungkwan tells him you knew him best; he says that you deeply care for him, beyond a PR manager would, and that you would always smile when looking at him when he’s sleeping on the back of the van. Even Seungcheol had told him the same thing: that you were shying away from your feelings because of the obvious circumstances—and that Wonwoo is just as bad.

But then there are instances when Wonwoo confirms that you don’t feel the same.

Like when you constantly remind him the whole trip to Jeju-do that you’re tagging along for work, never for Wonwoo. And now.

He had just finished his kissing scene with Kim Dayoung, his female co-star, and you were nowhere to be found.

He calls Seungkwan and asks for you. Seungkwan says you were in an important call, and Wonwoo pouts.

“More important than me now?” he asks aloud, to which Seungkwan laughs at. Wonwoo playfully hits him.

“Hyung,” Seungkwan calls. “Don’t you think telling her how you feel would make it easier for both of you?”

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow. “You mean easier for me, right?”

Seungkwan smiles. The director calls everyone back to shoot another scene. Wonwoo shakes his head and turns to leave.

“Oh, hyung,” Seungkwan sighs. “You should have seen her face before you and Dayoung-ssi kissed.”

Somehow, that gives Wonwoo a little push.

***

His life isn’t as crazy as people think.

Crazy things do not make sense, and Wonwoo likes to think that his life makes sense.

Sure, the cameras and lights have been bothering him for six years now. As soon as he got his first acting gig, the lights and cameras hadn’t left him. The noise also follows him everywhere—in a club with his friends, in a restaurant with his family, in a park with an actress for a publicity stunt—and that is why he likes staying home most of the time. It’s also surreal how directors and producers are after him, sometimes he can’t believe it himself, but he wouldn’t really describe that as crazy, because to some extent, Wonwoo knows that being sought after is the fruit of his hard work. It is also very odd how things he randomly use or mention get sold out within second; like that one time he was live on Instagram and randomly applied lip balm on his chapped lips, and the next day his team received a thank you e-mail and an offer to endorse from the brand, alongside a screenshot of how their sales went up exactly 412% more than usual. But then again, he wouldn’t really describe that as crazy.

This is crazy. This doesn’t make sense.

You are in his apartment at one in the morning, helping him sort his things to find some valuable things for an auction for a cause. This is crazy because how can you be so beautiful in his clothes?

(This had been something that Seungkwan had forgotten to remind him. There was an auction for children with cancer and he was supposed to send something the next day, but of course, you were there to save the day as always, asking if you can stay the night in his apartment to look for items to sell for auction. You had told him he could just give you a box of things you were willing to sell and you would sort it out for him, ready in the morning. Wonwoo had agreed—too quickly, too obvious—and now here you are, in his clothes because a skirt and a blouse aren’t comfortable to sit on his living’s room floor and rummage through his things.)

“Wonwoo, go sleep please,” you plead. “I can take care of this. I have five items now: a hat, two shirts, a signed magazine, and an old phone case. Five more and I’m done.”

Wonwoo is not sure if it’s the fact that it’s one in the morning or if it’s the sight of you in his clothes that drives him mad and give him courage. In a second, he is suddenly kneeling beside you, taking his things from your hands and dropping it among the mess you had created.

“W-what?” You stutter.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks suddenly. Wonwoo can’t read what exactly you are feeling, but your eyes soften at his touch.

“Wonwoo,” you whisper. “We can’t.”

“Can I?” he asks again. “Please.” A plead.

You and him stare at each other for a long time (fifteen seconds, but Wonwoo felt as though it’s longer than that), and then Wonwoo says it:

“Why do you never see me?” he asks but doesn’t let you answer. “I have been in love with you for a long time. I haven’t been able to express it well, but these days I’ve been trying.”

“Wonwoo—“

“So hard. I’ve been trying to get your attention, and God, Y/N, this is making me really nervous—I might actually be having a panic attack right now.”

“Breathe.”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he assures. “I have been head over heels for you for God knows how long now. I assume it’s been so long, but I realized only when we were apart. Please, please, please let me kiss you, or else I will combust because I can’t contain this anymore. I can’t pretend anymore.”

“Wonwoo,” you call again, but he continues blabbering. Wonwoo can barely hear you over the beat of his heart thump, thump, thumping.

“Fuck, I even forced you to stay with me during the shooting of the drama with Dayoung, thinking that you would at least be jealous and maybe realize you were in love with me, too. Now that I said that, I feel awful—like an asshole as you would say it, why would I force you to do something you don’t want? Like now, right? I’m pleading, begging you to let me kiss you. Almost as if I’m forcing you. Now, I know you only think of me as a—”

Wonwoo shuts up when he feels your lips against his. He relaxes from his kneeling position and realizes that you are now completely facing him. He feels your hands reach up to his cheeks and your lips pushing softly against his trembling once.

When you pull away, eyes closed, Wonwoo swallows.

“Wonwoo,” you start. “I’ve felt the same for… a long time. But I haven’t come to terms with my own feelings until recently. I’m sorry it me this long; I’m sorry it took us this long.”

Wonwoo breathes, for the first time since the kiss, and holds your face with one hand, your waist to pull you closer with the other.

“Why are you trembling?” you ask.

Wonwoo leans closer. “Because I like you so much.”

Then, he closes the gap between you for the second time, kissing you a bit harder than the first, in hopes of letting you know how much you mean to him. Wonwoo moves, pulls you with him, until you are both sitting comfortably on the floor, your bum on the cold tile and in between his legs, your legs on the either side of his hips, his arms around yours. Your lips are full and soft and wet from his, and Wonwoo licks and kisses and bites and he almost forgets about how nervous he had been about this.

Wonwoo kisses you like a confession. I’m in love with you. Like he’s screaming on top of his lungs how deeply he cares for you and how he wants to be with you, but without using words.

And as you two sat on his floor, giggling in between kisses, Wonwoo starts to think that perhaps the rest of his life had been the crazy part, and this, kissing you, is the only one that ever made sense.

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Hi, could you make a Karma x Reader (she/her) Soulmate Au, in which Karma is in denial that the reader is his soulmate but gets heavily jealous and clingy when she shows any liking to anyone other then him but the reader is completely oblivious to all of this because she doesn’t even know that they’re soulmates. (P.s. love your stuff. If this is too much you can ignore it)

— Denial

๑ Requested by a lovely Anon!

๑ Characters: Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

๑ Quick Note: Thank you so much for the request, dear! And I promise, it wasn’t too much, like, at all. Honestly, more descriptive requests are super helpful, so thank you!

๑ Warnings: None!

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Karma fought the urge to frown at seeing his soulmate with another person. It would be one thing if she knew how Karma felt, but she didn’t, making his current situation worse. Karma had never been able to handle things that bothered him that he could have prevented. Especially not after being teased by Koro-Sensei after he let his ego get the best of him, but he wasn’t about to dwell on that of all things right now.

When Karma discovered that he and (Y/N) were soulmates, Karma couldn’t believe it. The tiny, mindless doodles that appeared on his arm almost put him into a state of shock, especially after realizing why they had looked so familiar. He had been seeing her mindlessly scribble on most available and safe spaces for years; there was no way he wouldn’t recognize them. That being said, there was no way he could believe or accept that (Y/N) (L/N) was his soulmate; there was no way.

His denial was rather deep rooted. On one hand, Karma just couldn’t believe she was his soulmate, let alone that he had a soulmate at all. They were just opposites enough to be good friends, but not a pair that anyone could see working romantically. On the other hand, however, some little part in his mind figured that everyone needed someone. The more he thought about it, the more of a headache it gave him, much like the current situation the Akabane boy found himself in.

Karma hated feeling jealous when it came to (Y/N); despite being soulmates, she wasn’t “his” and even then, (Y/N) was her own person and she made sure that everyone knew it. Granted, the two had only acknowledged the fact that they were soulmates on a surface level basis; they knew and that was pretty much that. (Y/N) had admitted her feelings to him, sure, but she also said that they could take things at his speed. (Y/N) was just glad that she had Karma in her life; soulmates weren’t always romantic, anyway. She made sure that Karma kept that in mind.

It was enough to make Karma swoon. Not that he would, but it definitely made him feel like he could. (Y/N) just cared so much about him and it made him feel so special. Karma couldn’t fathom how on Earth he got lucky enough to have (Y/N) as his soulmate. He just couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

He watched as a classmate occupied (Y/N)’s attention with who knows what and grabbed a fine tip marker from his pocket. He desperately wanted the girl’s attention, but it felt weird to him considering their current position. He hated feeling like things had changed between them, especially since the logical part of his brain was very aware that nothing had really changed at all.

Karma saw the little wiggle her wrist did when she felt the words pop up and held back a laugh. She wasn’t as used to it as he was by this point. He had written a small note that told her he had important news and from the moment he started writing, his stomach felt like it dropped. Karma watched (Y/N) politely excuse herself from the conversation she was stuck in and start walking his way.

“Hey, Karma.” Though Karma loved her smile, it seemed to just make him a bit more nervous. “Should I be scared about this news? Because I can never be too sure with you, haha.” Her slight teasing only added to his swarming thoughts.

“No, not this time.” Karma forced a small wink. “Any chance that guy asked you out, because that would totally screw this up.” Asking that question messed up Karma’s original plan of just jumping into what he wanted to say, but he knew it was too late to take back what he said.

(Y/N) raised a confused eyebrow. “He didn’t, no. Even if he did, I would have turned him down. Are you doing okay?”

“Of course I am!” Karma’s natural confidence, or rather cockiness, came back in what felt like full force. He had no idea what was going on. “Anyway, I know I said that this was important, so I’ll try to make it quick.” Everyone was starting to clear out of the classroom and Karma was almost positive that (Y/N) had something to do.

“Okay, shoot.”

It was now or never, and Karma was starting to wish that it was never. “So, the soulmate thing,” he started. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately, and seeing you with other people finally knocked some sense into me. I, uh, our feelings towards each other are mutual. Assuming you still like me romantically, that is. After a few months of watching people actively try to grab your attention, I totally get it if you want our bond to stay platonic.” Karma felt like he needed to hide due to embarrassment. He’d never hated himself more and he couldn’t bring himself to even meet her eyes.

(Y/N)’s soft laughter reached Karma’s ears and only then did he look at her. Her laugh was free from any kind of malice and he couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Any chance you might have been a bit jealous, Karma?” This was probably the most smug Karma had ever seen her and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Never.” He immediately answered. His tone may have been confident, but the red at the tips of his ears gave him away. “I never get jealous.” He saw (Y/N) roll her eyes, but ignored it. “That being said, I love you and still want you in my life, no matter which way you’re stuck with me.”

“You’re right; I would be stuck with you, but I love you too. Figured you would have figured that out by the ‘I would have turned him down’ statement, but I’ll take what I can get.” (Y/N)’s tone was teasing once again as she reached for his hand like she had done hundreds of times before.

“I may not have been jealous like you think I was,” Karma teased back, “but I can admit that I was nervous.” He paused for a moment. “And maybe kind of in denial for a bit.”

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uchiha-7thsingularity · 2 years

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What if last legacy MC joined the dark side with rime? Had this piece of work for a while and decided to give some drabble and angst with Rime x MC.

Caution: There is mention of attempts at self-harm or suicide by MC cliff diving. (Kinda similar to the scene with belle in twilight in New Moon). Cussing and self-reflection. DO NOT FOLLOW ANY HARMFUL ACTIONS these characters do or say. If you are struggling with personal stuff or topics please seek the proper help or comfort.

Please note: I will do requests for Last Legacy, Arcana, Obey Me, and more. And will post a list of what I accept or don't accept. For future reference I will not mention suicide or self-harm anymore this was a one-time thing I wrote when last legacy first began. Furthermore, I hope you all have a wonderful day!

It felt soothing to feel the cold night breeze brush my skin as my senses intensified well into the night. The moon was a sparkle of never-ending twilight; which to me came across, as a broken sphere in the dark sky. Going for walks in the nearby forest was endless serenity, so I decided to do something different, to be more open to outdoor activities. Weird to not procrastinate and be motivated to stick with something. (Good job me.)Stuck in between a game and reality that's risky, mysterious, and time-consuming still ravish my mental state. I loop the events that lead up to this moment of predominant period. To others, it would be horrific but to me, it is thriller gameplay as a devoted fan of the Last Legacy series.

Porrima's noises are heard as a whisper, as opposed to the waves crashing against the rocky landscape. Looking down at my feet, I couldn't resist the thought of, "What if….?"

(If I never touched the astrolabe and someone else did? Or Rime never perished by the Lord of Shadows? What the Star sworn think of me now? What do my family and friends believe I took off towards? Does Felix hate me for breaking my promise to him? I never should have left them alone.)

"You would think after losing your life several times to me, it would be smart to NOT relax at a ridge. When anyone could nudge your insignificant tiny self off... at any moment.", at that cold statement I swivel my head to see only Rime walking out of the shadows of greenery.

Rolling my eyes I dismiss him, instead, I plant myself at the end of the ridge and kick my feet to a tune I hum subconsciously. Only to be a forgotten lullaby. Silence fills the air as the tension festers about to boil over and burn my nostrils with the acrid smell. "Loneliness doesn't look good on you, Starlight. Matter of fact-...!?" I cut him off with a sneer, narrowing my eyes at him.

"What do you want from me?

I gave you everything back, betrayed and manipulated my friends- …. the heroes of the story. Joined the "stupid" Griefers just to shut you and the SHADOW jackass up. You once said you detested my existence before, whatever, reason you attained to push me down even more. Save it, Bambi! I got my karma!! Now go kiss the Lord of Shadows ass, while it's still cold before he burns your tongue!" I huff as my face heats up and tears threaten to slip down my face. His face doesn't even flinch at my outburst, merely his stare is enough to make me break my gaze.

I lick my chapped lips, biting down to hold in a growl. All I can do now is collapse on my back to look up into the ominous star-lit sky. Breathing is easy to do, except, ….. honestly living life to the fullest. I lay there in the empty landscape with silence all around waiting for a heartless response. Nothing. (No snide comment?)

Unexpectedly, I whirl my head to the left only to see him in the moonlight looking toward the horizon. His features are flawless (sadly for me he hasn't changed since we were kids) my watery eyes scan his cleancut smooth face; of course it curves more at this angle. From his strands of white intertwined with pink or reddish tamed hair as it hovers at his shoulders; to the scar fleshed skin he exposes, yet rarely looks to. His soft voice startles me when he speaks in a composed tone, "Do you believe in Fate, itself?"

I sigh and bite my bottom lip, "A little bit."

"Would you still believe in fate if it held unimaginable nightmares waiting for you on the other side?" He gazes down at me with, such intensity I can't help but swallow any answer I held on my tongue. He smirks when he notices I recoil from giving him a straight answer. "You are right. I can not stand your stubborn ass. Although, when you scream like that I can not help... but notice only you, Mc." Our eyes stay locked in a pensive state that burns my sense of judgment. The thought of sharing a moment with a psychopathic Deer makes me shudder with….I don't know this feeling. I've noticed we're merely inches apart as I set my gaze on his passionate manic expression. My breathe hitches a tiny bit clenching in my throat for a means to escape. He notices I've gone silent now when he reaches to lift my chin up between his cold palm. (Was he always this cocky to get what he wants?) He smells like whipped vanilla and feels like death is all around; except, he makes me feel like I don't need to be fixed. Then I remember everything the world were stuck in has become from our mistakes. It's too much for me as I burst out cackling like a madman. Spit must have left my mouth because he backpedals away from me in one move.

"The Hells is so funny?!", his fluffy brown and spotted white ears twitch a little to his clear annoyance and confusion to my laughter. For some odd reason, I end up coughing in a fit of giggles to choke on my saliva. Through my watery eyes, I can see his scrunched-up expression of a pout. After a few seconds of breathing hard, I lift my body to lean forward. Wiping tears away I spit out, "The look you gave me was pure hatred, fascination, and lust that I couldn't help but laugh at our situation!" His expression turns back to a serene look. "You still aren't scared of me yet?! Guess, I have to come up with ways to torture you till you shatter!" He gets up stretching every joint he has within himself.

"Are you going to leave then?", looking up at him to receive a "tsk" surrender from his lips. "First you want me gone. Then you try to kiss me. Right after that you laugh at nonsense. Now you want me to stay. Is it madness or stupidity?" Still, he doesn't leave when I maneuver to stand up at my full height. The wind picks up that sends shivers down my backbone awakening all my nerves.

"The world is cruel, Mc, do not let its second of calmness fool you into a state of false hope for a future", the words he speaks are like ice pricks to my chest. His voice, bitter with each word he confesses to me.

"Then why not go back to the Starsworn with me? Since everything to you and I is either taken from us or gone" a say this rubbing my hands together to create a warming sensation to my frosty fingers.

Licking my blue lips I suggest to him, "You're a grown-ass man. Deal with it or apologize like a man...or buck."

"It's not simple to abandon a plan already set into motion. There are enemies in every corner, higher beings controlling the narrative, power taken from one by another." He pauses to stare at me for a second raising an eyebrow. "And then there's Gremlins like yourself with a relic you don't have a clue how to use or deserve….yet."

"Rude! I guess I deserve it. Still, rude coming from Rudolph the red nose reindeer.", I bark after whacking him on his shoulders, nearly leaving a red mark on his caramel skin. He doesn't budge to my demise.

He continues with a sad expression he rarely shows, "the choices I made can not be changed or ignored. Life goes on and on; until one is to think about the ending one receives.

No matter the wins, losses, or love I have gained was to only be left with nothing." His features start to darken with each passing second.

"Death was an ending…..

…. My friends, my family, felix disregarded the fact I still lived on within their hearts!! ……..And; however, ….he suffocates on the last words. His freckled features scrunching bit by bit as his magic spills from him like inky spirals of his anger. I can see black flames burst around us creating a hex underneath our feet to ignite with each breathe he takes. My heart shatters as I notice with my chaotic magic the blackened heart he has been caring for salvation with his thoughts and emotions. More than anything I want to reach toward him and hug my old companion who seems to have forgotten our past friendship. (He deserves to be free from this sick experiment.)

How come you were enough?

And I wasn't?"

His words clamp around my heart and soul that shatter beyond my imagination. This moment stays between us, two damaged people, with no hero insight to save them. Nothing I say or do can fix the situation we put ourselves into at the minute. Peering at him I can see him breathing hard; although, he is too prideful to admit his true emotions. To which my body maneuvers past his corrupted magic to the ledge of the cliff. He looks at me with narrowed red-silvered pupils, but it never stops the words from leaving my mouth.

"No one can replace you, Rime. No matter what happens. They may see you as an enemy, but in my heart-of-hearts I know Felix, Anisa, …..and Sage; nevertheless, cherish you in any form you would reach out and take now. Yes, you hurt them, beat them, and tried to seek vengeance. Reasonably, you have a family confrontation to face, you have a chance to fix it unlike me. Please, don't waste it."

Warning: If uncomfortable with this part please skip over.

The words hang in the atmosphere when the world dips in my perspective to which I decline off the rocky cliff. Stars burn luminous colors in my eyes to the point of my water ducts defying my sense to see…anything but blurs of color. Gravity pulling my core down towards the rocky tides hone my mind to inhale a breath of fresh air. Soon as I hit the water it thrashes my body into sharp cut rocks. Every inch of my nervous system screams pain, either from the frigid saltwater or scraps coating my skin. Air breaks between my unsealed lips where water seeps within my lungs. I close my eyelids to accept my fate all too hastily.

Proceed with reading.

Until something wraps around my torso leading me up to the surface of the ocean. My eyes snap to the one thing holding me above the waves of Porrima. (Rime?!) Coughing saltwater out of my mouth I let him drag us both to the sandy littered shore. (He saved me for what reason? Does he want to personally take me out with his own hands? Or do something even worse to me?)

Right, when the pain subsides a little I lean my head towards his hovering figure now dripping wet. "You shouldn't…", before I can speak more he covers my mouth with his hand. "Why are you crazy!! Saying foolish stuff, only to just fall off a ledge! After our first encounter, you would think to STAY. AWAY. FROM. EDGES!!" His scarred fleshed chest heaves with every breath he takes as he removes his hand to wipe over his soaked face. No matter his temper he checks my face with a look of concern/irritation who knows at this point. He sits me up slowly with his hand still rubbing circles on my upper backside.

"Well look on the bright side", I heave a breathy sigh. I look up at him with a wicked grin.

He rolls his red-pinkish eyes as he slumps his forehead against mine. "I wasn't aware there was any bright side." He sighs as he can only ask one thing.

…………."Which is?"...........

"I can finally confess I was saved by a psychotic deer with an urge of vengeance", I pause. "Maybe a "good-looking, dripping hot" deer…?!"

After I said that he just gets up steadily to pull me on my soaked toes. He turns to walk away. Without turning in his soaked see-through silk clothes he waves his hand to open a portal. His silky voice drips in a sullen tone, "Hurry up, Mc. I don't have all night to dry us both off before sunrise." I stand but not before asking, "Perfect, you know a dry-off spell?" His head swivels to stop and stare at my wet complexion, in his most infamous grin, narrowed eyes, and as his ears perk. "I was reckoning we take turns heating each other up to get a feel of each other first." Chuckling at my red-tinted face he goes into the portal as I stand star-struck. Till I eventually follow behind to an infinite adventure ahead for us to discover together in the meantime of our temporary truce.

#rime varela #rime solano varela #last legacy #gender neutral reader #fictif #last legacy rime #angst #tw s3lf harm

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ibuki-loves-you · 3 years

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Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: Hey hey hey!! Sorry for the long wait on this :/ I hope it was worth it, though!

Kyoko:

Kyoko was immediately worried for your safety

She had a lot of questions

Why were you so shy? Had you been through something?

She kept those questions to herself though

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d glare

Literally just walk up to you, wrap on arm around your waist and the other on your arm

And glare

If you ever took a fall in front of her she’d carefully lean down and help you up, suggestive or not

Although she might blush a bit if it was a suggestive position

“There, you’re alright. It was just a small trip, thankfully.”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she would be appalled

“Love, I don’t want you to take your clothes off because I’m not in a particularly good mood. Bad moods are normal, that doesn’t mean you take your clothes off every time it happens. Don’t offer that to me unless you personally want to do it.”

Kyoko is not someone you can look at and feel as if she’s mad at you, because she makes it clear if she is

But if you did think she was, she’d be pretty upset

“No, love. I’m not mad. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing at all. I honestly don’t think I can be mad at you. You just seem to make everything better.”

Kyoko’s heart skips a beat whenever you’re around <3

Hina:

Hina LOVED YOU

The minute you two met she did not let you out of her sight for long periods of time

She was just worried someone would hurt you or take advantage of you

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d be so mad

No one wants to deal with mad swimmy baby

“That is so rude, you know!? That was completely uncalled for! There was absolutely no reason to say that! Now apologize!”

If you ever took a fall in front of her, she would honestly fall too just to make you feel less embarrassed

She’d cover you if need be, though

Either with clothing or with herself when she “falls”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d be in shock

Mainly because you offered it to her because you thought she was upset

“What!? Please, S/O, no! Don’t say that! Taking your clothes off won’t make me feel better, cuddles will! Get over here! Because of that statement, I demand you let me cuddle you!”

If you ever thought Hina was mad, which is rare, she’d he so upset

“Baby! No! Not at all! I could never be mad at you! I swear! Your face is just too adorable to be mad at!”

Swimmer baby just wants your happiness above all

Celestia:

Celeste would never admit it if anyone asked

But she loved you the minute she laid eyes on you

Your personality only made her want to be with you more

Not many people dared to bother you, but if an unlucky soul did try to do such a thing…

Celeste would give them a run for their money

“Are you fucking kidding me!? How dare you!? Why don’t you crawl back into whatever ditch you crawled out of and leave my significant other alone! Do I make myself clear!?” She’d turn to you and give you a soft smile. “Come on, dear. Let’s go get some tea to cheer you up, yes?”

If you fell in front of her, she wouldn’t be able to catch you without falling herself, but she’d immediately take your hands and help you up

“Come now, darling. Don’t cry, it was an accident. Everything is alright.”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, it would take a second to click

But once it did her reaction was similar to Kyoko’s

“Darling, I don’t wish for you to take off your clothes merely because Yamada put me in a foul mood. I would much rather you keep said clothes on and have a cup of tea with me, maybe some conversation as well. Please don’t offer yourself to me out of pity.”

If you ever thought she was made at you, she honestly thought she was gonna cry

“W-What? Dear, no. Not one bit. Not one ounce of me is angered by you. I love you far too much to be mad at you. Now, come here and let me hug you.”

Celeste truly does care about you, more than she has cared for anyone before <3

Sakura:

Protective

That’s it

Sakura wants your safety above all, because she knows how shy people can be taken advantage of easily

If anyone dared to make fun of you, oh boy

Sakura is fucking terrifying

“I suggest you run before I snap you in half.”

That’s all it takes to send them on their way

If you fell in front of her, she would definitely be able to catch you

And she would!

But if you did manage to miss her arms, she’d pick you right back up and hold you

“See? I got you. Everything is okay.”

If you offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d be calmer, but nonetheless upset

“Hey, don’t do that. I don’t want you because of your body. I want you because of your personality. That’s what I fell in love with. Don’t offer yourself to me, or anyone else. Ever. It’s your body, you can most certainly choose what to do with it.”

If you thought she was angry with you, she’d be so quick to tell you otherwise

“No, not at all. I am not mad in the slightest. Even if I was, I’d never take my anger out on you. That’s wrong, and I love you too much to even think about doing that.”

With Sakura as your girlfriend, you will always be protected. And that’s a promise

Mukuro:

Mukuro is shy, but definitely not as shy as you

Like Sakura, she wanted your safety above all

Let it be from others or her cruel sister

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d be pretty angry

Hell, she may put those skills of hers to good use

“Hey. Don’t let me hear you say something like that again. Ever. That’s just plain disgusting.”

If you ever took a fall in front of her, her reflexes are extremely fast, so she’d try her absolute best to catch you

More often she does, but on the off chance she’s unsuccessful, she’d apologize with a bright blush

“I-I’m sorry, love. I tried to catch you, uh, I’m sorry. Here, grab my hands.”

If you offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d immediately say no

“S-S/O! No! No, I-I don’t want you to do that! I-I’m not in a bad mood, and even if I was I wouldn’t want you to take your clothes off just to try to improve my mood! Please don’t offer that to me, that’s practically violating you! And I don’t want to do that!”

If you ever thought she was mad at you, poor girl might cry

“L-Love, I’m not mad at all. I-I promise. Even if I was mad, I don’t think it could be caused by you in all honesty. I love you, okay?”

Soldier baby’s heart go brrr

Sayaka:

Shy or not, Sayaka’s a cute blushy mess around you

She still teases you in a friendly manner, but always makes sure you know she’s only playing

If anyone over bothered you, she’d be incredibly salty

Like, pettiness and all

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna be? Well, I’ll have you know that my significant other is NOT gonna do that. You’re a rude person and I hope karma hits you hard.”

If you took a fall in front of her, she’d screech so sound and try to catch you, but would most likely fail

When she saw that you were embarrassed, like Hina she would trip to make you feel better

“See, S/O? It’s fine! Now we both tripped, hehe! Isn’t that funny!”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d hug you immediately and try to make you happy

“Nope! I don’t want that, okay? I want to kiss your cute face! Not rub up on you because you want to make me happy! Now c’mere, so I can kiss your cute face!”

If you ever thought she was mad at you, though, she’d be really sad

“What? No, I’m not mad at all! Let alone at you! I promise, S/O. Even if I was mad, I’d have a peaceful conversation. Not a screaming match about it! Now, give me a hug!”

Sayaka will hug you as much as you please, as long as it makes you happy <3

Toko:

Toko thought you were annoying at first

But then she realized how similar you two were

Not long after, she fell in love with you

Just like in those cheesy novels she writes

If someone ever bothered you, she’d get pretty mad

Lowkey considers letting Syo out

“H-Hey, asshole! T-That’s a r-real d-dick t-thing to say! S-So w-why d-don’t you just g-go back to w-whatever ditch y-you crawled o-out of a-and d-die!”

If Syo was around when someone bothered you, well I think we know how that'll go

They aren't around anymore, especially if they were a pretty boy

If you ever fell in front of her, she’d lowkey get second-hand embarrassment, but would help you up anyways

“Hey, l-look, you’re fine. N-Not a scrape or anything. Y-You’re okay.”

Syo would leap into action immediately and pull you to your feet

"See!? It's like you never even fell! You're okay! No tears, I hate seeing you cry!"

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d freak the fuck out

“W-What!? N-No! D-Don’t do t-that! K-Keep your clothes o-on! I-I’m n-not mad! E-Even if I w-was, I w-wouldn’t w-want you to s-strip! Y-You’re t-too p-pretty for t-that!”

If Syo was around, she would as well

"What!? Oh no no no, this just won't do! You're body is far to marvelous to be shown so willingly, y'know that? Don't let others see it so easy! Even if it is just me! Doesn't matter!"

If you thought she was mad at you, she’d scoff at first, but then realize you were being serious

“What? I’m not m-mad at you. W-Why would I b-be mad at y-you? I-I have no reason to b-be. D-Don’t say that, I-I’d tell you if I-I was mad at you...S-Speaking as if I-I c-could g-get mad at y-you.”

Syo would latch onto you and hug you, giving you a little spin

"No, dollface! I'm not angry at all! See? I'm happy! So happy! Especially because my baby-cakes is here! Now, c'mon! Gimme a smooch!"

Even though she’d deny it at first, Toko really does love you

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