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In another universe, you stayed.

— In this one, you didn’t and it ruined me.

Feeling safe in someone's energy is a different type of intimacy. That peace of mind and security is very underrated and I cannot emphasize this enough.

yeah, i wish i wasn’t so complicated to love too

This too shall pass but like holy fuck

✎ LOVE ENTRIES — an anthology | gojo satoru

⭑ .ᐟ PREMISE. a series of episodes of your life with the strongest sorcerer throughout the past and present

⭑ .ᐟ GENRE. canon compliant (2006-2018), mostly fluff, suggestive content, hurt/comfort

p.s. got an idea for the next entry? drop it in my askbox!

moodboard | extra scenarios 💌 | reader’s CE

☆⌒.*･ entry year : 2006—2009

entry # attraction ➴ to think it started with your crush on his best friend...

entry # rivals... in love? ➴ gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?

entry # say no! ೀ valentine's special ➴ valentine's is around the corner and word has it that you're going on a date with geto...? no way! gojo is going to make sure that you're saying no! ever wonder how gojo finally gets you to become his? be prepared for a confession of a lifetime!

entry # stupid liar ➴ no way. impossible. you couldn't possibly be jealous of gravure idol gojo likes so much now... or could you?

⭑ .ᐟ ☁️ side stories

rivals... in love? — extended cut!

☆⌒.*･ entry year : 2010—2017

entry # wife her up (soon!) ➴ it's a canon event that animals and babies aren't particularly fond of the strongest sorcerer… but you, you’re always going to be his no matter what

entry # insatiable 18+ ➴ your boyfriend is hot and wild, and he has one problem: he always finds you too pretty to resist

entry # forever ➴ the three times he asked you to marry him

entry # newlyweds 18+ ➴ you and your new husband make out in the most inappropriate place possible

entry # my wife, all mine ೀ valentine's special ➴ years pass, but one thing that's constant is how annoyingly your husband is in love with you. with the new school year comes a fresh batch of first years, and gojo is determined to make you look at his way—he's way better than those youngsters, and he's going to show you just that!

entry # wedding anniversary 18+ ➴ seven years of dating, two years of wedded bliss, and gojo is having his greatest existential crisis yet... all because this year, you apparently have forgotten the most important day of your lives

entry # daddy-to-be ➴ in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby

entry # sweet felicity ➴ what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?

entry # protect ➴ the word “protect” now means so much more to him

⭑ .ᐟ ☁️ side stories

07.55 a.m — gojo cheated on you last night

12.55 p.m — first ultrasound

04.18 a.m — six weeks pregnant with gojo’s baby

08.45 p.m — cockwarming 18+

11.07 p.m — what if you get a divorce?

03.12 a.m — ungodly hour cravings

07.30 p.m — gojo vs your pregnancy hormones

before the dawn — finding out about geto's ultimate betrayal hits you hard

08.25 p.m — at the end of this pregnancy journey, you fall in love with your husband once again

⭑ .ᐟ extras 💌 pregnancy diaries ! ❀

☆⌒.*･ entry year : 2018—present

entry # baby ➴ a domestic life with your husband and baby

entry # heaven's fury (soon!) ➴ sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

entry # wife ➴ in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher’s wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

entry # sick days ➴ who holds the fort when you fall sick? of course, it's your lovesick husband and baby!

entry # mission: baby steps! (soon!) ➴ the three times gojo tried to make his baby love him (and how he miserably fails)

entry # the babysitters club (soon!) ➴ in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacher—watching over his baby son!

entry # treasure ➴ the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them

entry # curiosity 18+ ➴ when gojo is found out by his own son during your nighttime activities

entry # all of me (soon!) ➴ you understand that some things in marriage just needs compromise. and he soon understands too, when you're at your most vulnerable and he fails to be by your side when you need him the most

⭑ .ᐟ ☁️ side stories

09.45 p.m — how scared he is to lose you

11.10 p.m — meeting the newborn for the first time

06.27 a.m — gojo with his baby in the morning

06.20 p.m — baby doesn’t let gojo kiss you

10.00 a.m — gojo trying to get his baby say his first word

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JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

A- Angst

F- Fluff

C- Comfort

GOJO SATORU

Boyfriend!Gojo (F) - Oddly specific Bf!Gojo headcanons By Your Side (A, F) - What if Gojo didn't die and was revived Dentist Calls (F) - Gojo gets a cavity Kikufuku (F) - Kikufuku chef Gojo ft. his cooking partner Serendipity (F) - A tall, handsome stranger at a bookshop 9:01 (F) - Gojo gets a piercing with you Why him? (F) - Gojo's daughter wants to marry uncle Geto 7:36 (F) - Gojo proposes in his own style As I Was Saying (F) - Gojo is determined to interrupt your phonecall First Day (F) - Dad Gojo's sends his child to preschool Skincare Rituals (F) - Gojo and skincare Jealousy, Jealousy (F) - Gojo gets hit on at a date Marked By Love (F) - Gojo finds your tattoo A Blossoming Proposal (F) - Gojo has competition: a child. Gym Time (F) - Gojo works out with you Curses Unveil Confessions (F) - Confess after getting injured in a mission Sick Day (F) - Gojo is a total pain when he's sick First Steps (F) - Dad Gojo gets a surprise when he returns from a mission Flowers For You (F) - Gojo gets you flowers, just because Birthday Present (F) - Dad Gojo teaches your toddler some words Little Snitch (F) - Gojo's son is a snitch Caught (F) - Gojo and your child have been caught lying Mini Gojo (F) - You dress up your baby like a miniature of Gojo Monopoly (F) - Gojo and the gang play monopoly Boop Wars (F) - You boop Gojo and start the boop war Birds and bees? (F) - How are babies made? You hug! Old Man (F) - A child calls Gojo 'old man'

SERIES

Gojo's Youtube Misadventures (F) - Upcoming

NANAMI KENTO

Faded (A) - Breaking up with Nanami The Shibuya Incident (A) - Nanami's fate in Shibuya, pt 2 of Faded Warm Mornings (A) - He's not gone, right? pt 3 of Faded Second Chances (F) - Patch up with Nanami, alt ending of Faded Trip to Malaysia (F) - Nanami moves to Malaysia with you A Future with You (F) - Nanami builds a future, pt 2 of Trip to Malaysia Sakura Blossom (F) - Cafe date with Nanami Little Superhero (F) - Dad Nanami gets called to the preschool Zoo Day (F) - Nanami visits a zoo in Australia

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Guardian (F) - Toji saves someone, uncharacteristically

GETO SUGURU

Forbidden Love (A) - Would you choose love or morals?

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

Orange Peel Theory (F) - Gojo, Nanami Lipstick Kisses (F) - Gojo, Nanami Makeup Artists (F) - Gojo, Nanami, Toji My Husband (F) - Gojo, Nanami

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It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

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butterfly effect | shen ricky

⇢ pairing: ricky x reader

⇢ warnings: stalker!ricky, angst, horror, thriller, explicit language, depictions of stalking/graphic murder, major character death, gore (no photos), violence, blood, manipulation, literally not a drop of romance

⇢ word count: 9.8k

⇢ synopsis: after deciding to prank text a phone number written on the wall of a diner, your life takes a turn for the worst.

⇢ note: this fic is not for the faint hearted. i do not actually think this is something ricky would do or has done, nor do i condone any of the actions displayed in this fic. please read at your own descretion. this is actually based off of a seventeen fic i wrote years ago, and decided to actually fully develop. the plot is meant to move fast, and show just how quickly someone's life can be ruined by things like this. i'm actually quite proud of how this came out, so i hope those of you that read it enjoy.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

the city of seoul was always bustling at night. streetlights casted a soft orange hue on the sidewalks below them, which allowed people to feel safe as long as they were nowhere near the darkness. the laughs of drunk friends filled the air as they got into their ubers and went home. signs to diners that were open late flickered welcomingly and the smell of greasy burgers and fries was almost hard for anyone to resist after a long night of having fun.

which was exactly why you were sliding into the booth across from gunwook at 1am on a saturday night. the two of you made plans to venture out into the city, opting to let your feet guide you into a club for the two of you to dance and sing your hearts out for the first time in a while. you deserved it; you were busy nonstop through most of the week from both your shitty attempt at online schooling in hopes of getting your master’s degree and working full time at the breakfast diner just a couple blocks down the street from where you lived. 

“i could eat an entire fucking horse right now if i could,” gunwook groaned. he picked up one of the worn plastic menus from the table, his gaze holding a hint of suspicion as his eyes scanned the questionable pictures of food that were fading with time. he was always so dramatic.

your own stomach was churning at the thought of finally being able to stuff your face with food. you had eaten earlier in the day, so there was really no need to eat a second big meal so late at night, but you supposed an evening full of sweating and more physical movement than you’d done in the past month warranted for it. besides, it was impossible not to have your mouth water at the aroma the moment you opened the door with the little tinkle of the bells above it.

you knew what you wanted from the moment gunwook suggested grabbing a bite to eat. chicken tenders and fries with ranch to dip both of them in. it was always what you wanted, really. you were a creature of habit, you didn’t see any issue with that. 

but the boy sitting across from you did, so the moment the waitress went to put in your order with the chefs in the kitchen - who were probably exhausted considering the time of night - he didn’t hesitate to call you out, “you really need to change it up sometimes. you’re going to turn into a chicken tender before it’s over with.”

“i will order chicken tenders every time we go out if i want to, thank you very much,” you poked your tongue out at him in response after taking a rather large sip of your drink, “besides, we both know i end up being sad after ordering something different.”

the night feels cozy and familiar, your heart glad to be spending time with your best friend after a stressful week and your mind relaxed. you even forgot about the opening shift you agreed to take in the morning because happiness was riddling every single cell in your body. you grinned contentedly, wrapping yourself further into your jacket and falling into a pleasant conversation with gunwook.

your food was brought out to you quicker than you thought it would be considering the amount of people filling up the tables in the room. gunwook dug in, grateful for finally being able to get something on his stomach. he had told you he was sure he would wither away to nothing if you guys didn’t scarf down a middle of the night meal, and with a quick roll of your eyes you followed him into the restaurant.

but you had to admit, the hot food on your belly was one of the most satisfying ways you could have ended the night. you wouldn’t ever tell gunwook that though, didn’t want to boost his ego and all. 

while the two of you awaited your checks from the server, you took note of a phone number scrawled in thick black letters on the wall behind the ketchup and mustard bottles. you smiled slyly, pointing at it to show gunwook, “should i text it? for old times’ sake?”

“go for it! i can’t even remember the last time either one of us prank texted someone,” his grin held just as much mischief as yours, his large hands clapping together excitedly as you opened your messages app and started a new conversation.

[you] wanna see a picture of my cock? ;)

this was usually the thing you always texted to people. sometimes you got varied responses and you were hoping that with this one, you could actually get somewhere with it. most of the time people simply just ignored you or said that you were childish and immature. people just didn’t know how to take a joke, in your opinion.

your server finally returned to your table with your checks and within minutes of paying you and gunwook were in his car and on the way back to your apartment complex. the warm air of the night filtered in through the windows and the music shuffling on gunwook’s phone played softly through his speakers, completely unlike the music at the club. 

you nudged gunwook’s arm gently as he pulled into the parking lot, “i had fun tonight, even if you did force me to go out to eat at one in the morning.”

“shut your mouth, you know you wouldn’t have been able to resist the thought of chicken.”

by now you were heading up the stairs to the second floor, stopping just in front of your door with your key already shoved into the lock, “you’re right. my addiction to it is concerning sometimes.”

that earned a laugh loud enough for you to hiss at him to be quiet, “i’ll see you sometime this week?” gunwook questioned. you gave him a nod, “yeah! maybe we can just hang out at my place or yours? have a movie night?”

“sounds good. have fun waking up in four hours.”

“god, don’t remind me.”

with that, gunwook bid you farewell and walked down to his end of the hall with a yawn. you pushed open your door, allowing it to gently close behind you once you stepped inside. you were a little relieved to be in the comfort of your home if you were honest, simply because going out and dancing as much as you did exhausted you more than you thought it would. 

you breezed through your nightly routine of brushing your teeth, washing your face, and changing into your pajamas before you finally crawled into your bed with a content sigh. there was nothing like curling up under your heavy comforter after exerting more physical work than you initially anticipated. your phone buzzed on your side table next to you, and you quickly picked it up to see a text from an unknown number.

[unknown] who the fuck is this?

[you] your mom LOL

[unknown] if you know what’s good for you, i would stop texting.

feisty one, this one was.

[you] it was just a joke, lighten up

[unknown] if you want to play games with me then so be it. i promise you that you will lose.

[you] what is that supposed to mean?

[unknown] you’ll find out eventually.

[you] is that a threat?

[unknown] maybe, maybe not. it depends on how well you play the games and if the decisions you make are beneficial to you or not. calling the cops will only make things worse. i hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.

opening up your phone app, you quickly typed in gunwook’s number, hoping he would pick up. after the second ring, you heard his voice on the other end of the line, “why are you still awake?”

“hello to you too,” you joked, “i just wanted to update you on what this person i prank texted sent to me. they’re like, really pissed.” you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, screenshotting the messages and sending them to gunwook so he could see for himself.

he was silent for quite some time, before finally clearing his throat and saying, “they seem serious, y/n. i wouldn’t reply to them again if i were you.”

“this isn’t the first time someone has threatened me, you know,” you teased, your smile still never faltering despite gunwook’s concern for you. he was being dramatic as ever, but you expected nothing less from him in a situation like this. 

“don’t do something to get yourself arrested, yeah? i do not have the money to bail your dumbass out of jail.”

you laughed at his response, “yeah yeah, don’t worry mom, i know what i’m doing.” with that, you said your goodbyes and hung up for the night, throwing your phone on the charger and nuzzling yourself down into your blankets with a tired sigh.

you decided not to take that person’s messages to heart; surely it was just someone who was trying to mess with you right back. this wasn’t the first time people threatened you with things and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

if only you had known what kind of trouble this would cause you.

the harsh sounds of your alarm clock painfully reminding you that you needed to go to work was not how you wanted to start off your morning, but here you were; head pounding, makeup smeared underneath of your eyes, and your body unbelievably sore. it’s what you deserved, you supposed, it was your fault for staying out with gunwook so late. 

you waited until the last possible minute to get ready for work and head out the door, apron messy and hair lucky to have even been brushed through. you were fortunate to have a ten minute drive at most, so your commute to and from was a lot easier than other jobs you’d had in the past. however, you horribly regretted agreeing to the 7am shift because you truly felt as if you were dying a little bit inside. 

you let out an audible groan upon seeing the amount of cars in the parking lot of the breakfast diner. if you were being honest with yourself, you probably should have just made some excuse and called in, but you also needed to pay your bills so it really wasn’t an option unless you were in dire circumstances. you trudged inside through the back door, quickly clocking in and at least appreciating the aroma of pancakes and coffee. 

“good morning, sunshine!” one of the only co-workers you could stand, taerae, chimed, his bright smile complimenting his chipper mood. 

“morning,” you half-heartedly responded, giving him a tired smile to attempt and make up for it. 

there was a slight pout on taerae’s lips, “what’s got you all grumpy this morning?” he poked your arm playfully, this time earning a more genuine smile from you. 

“a miserable hangover and the worst body aches known to man,” you laughed, mirroring the boy in shoving your apron with straws and napkins for the tables you’d be waiting on in a moment, “gunwook somehow managed to keep me out until one in the morning.”

“let’s get this day going, yeah?” it’ll be over before we know it,” taerae nudged your arm playfully, “you get off at 3, right?”

“yep.”

taerae just beamed at you, his mood never faltering despite your short responses, “if you want, you can come over to my place after our shift and we can hang out and watch tv or something.”

“as tempting as that sounds, i think i’ll just go home and take a nap,” you gave taerae an apologetic look, though he took it well and reassured you that he understood. 

your day drug on longer than most, and you absolutely hated it.

you weren’t sure if it was due to the exhaustion consuming your entire body and you were desperate to go home, or if it was that after the morning rush, the restaurant seemed to be dead. nonetheless, it had been awful and you wanted nothing more than to just curl up in your bed and sleep for twelve hours straight. 

throughout your shift, you’d managed to spill syrup on your shirt - which was white, by the way - and also dropped an entire platter of eggs for a huge party of people who’d come in after morning church. you hadn’t had such an off day since you first started a couple of years ago, so your entire groove being unbalanced only worsened your mood. by the time three o’clock had rolled around, you couldn’t be happier to clock out and bolt to your car with taerae by your side. 

you waved goodbye to your friend and plopped down into the driver’s seat of your car, letting out a long, much needed breath. you were glad to finally be off your feet for the first time since your break earlier in the day. once you pulled into your parking spot, you decided to park your car and relish in the air conditioning for a little while longer. 

you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and upon pulling it out and glancing at your screen, you were greeted with a text from gunwook begging you to play video games with him and a text from the unknown number you had pranked last night. you blinked slowly upon taking in what was said.

[unknown] looks like you had a rough day. you’re definitely messy.

a shiver ran down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise up on your arms. you quickly typed up a response, which soon turned into more than unpleasant conversation.

[you] haha, very funny. you’re not as intimidating as you think you are.

[unknown] hm, is that so?

[unknown] you drive a small white car and you live in the same apartment complex as your best friend.

[unknown] am i scaring you know?

[you] you’re wrong, lol. you don’t even know me.

[unknown] if i’m so wrong, how come i can see you sitting in your car?

[unknown] you look stunning from afar, i can’t wait to see you up close.

your eyes widened, mind frantic as you looked around in hopes of spotting someone unfamiliar, but you saw absolutely nobody. the vehicles surrounding yours were vacant and there was only your neighbor outside walking their dog, and you knew for a fact it wasn’t them texting you because you hadn’t seen them pull out their phone the entire time they had been outside. you shook your head, finally finding it in you to give the person another response. 

[you] why are you doing this to me? just leave me alone.

[you] i won’t hesitate to call the cops.

[unknown] i wouldn’t do that if i were you.

[unknown] trust me, it won’t work. 

[you] lmao okay.

[unknown] what, you don’t believe me?

[you] not really.

[unknown] what if i told you that if you even attempt to call the cops, or tell anyone else for that matter, that your friend gunwook might be in a lot of trouble?

as much as you tried to suppress your anxiety over the entire situation, you couldn’t help but let it entirely consume you as you shakily dialed gunwook’s number, hoping to god he would pick up the phone. thankfully he did, though you were greeted with a yell of frustration, “damn it!”

“are you okay?” you frantically asked, fearing the absolute worst was happening to him. however, gunwook simply laughed, and you could hear the sounds of fornite and intense key smashing in the background, “that’s what you get, dumbass! i could out shoot you anyday.”

“gunwook,” you practically demanded, ripping him out of his trance from his game. he let out an annoyed sigh, “you got me killed, y/n! this is the most kills i’ve ever gotten in my life!”

you couldn’t keep the tremor out of your voice as you spoke, “gunwook, i need you to listen to me.”

“woah, what’s with the serious tone?” you hoped gunwook was finally taking the hint because you felt like you were going a little crazy. now was definitely not the time for his usual antics.

you sighed, looking around the parking lot once more before answering in a hushed voice, “listen, i’ll explain later, but i need you to lock your door and every single window in your apartment. then i need you to hide somewhere you can’t be found, okay?”

“y/n i don’t under-”

“just do it, gunwook.”

you could imagine him putting his hands up in defense at your words, “okay, jeez. why are you acting so weird?”

you could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you took your car key out of the ignition and slowly exited the cab, making sure to take in every movement and every person you were able to see within your line of vision. you sighed, “i told you i’ll tell you everything soon, okay?”

you were met with silence on the other end, which caused your heart to drop into your stomach. quietly, you whispered, “please tell me you’re still alive.”

“i’m trying to hide like you told me to,” gunwook grunted, and you could hear rustling in the background of the call. at least he was listening, it was way better than him arguing with you and not listening because you had no explanation, “you’re not doing this just to make me look stupid, are you?” you couldn’t help but chuckle at his honest question, answering, “no.”

by now, you were inside of your apartment complex, hurriedly climbing the stairs to the second floor and rushing into your apartment, hastily locking the door and looking around to see if anything was tampered with or off. thankfully, everything seemed to be okay, and while you let out a sigh of relief, you knew it wouldn’t last for long.

“seriously, y/n, what’s up with you?”

you locked yourself in your bathroom, leaning your back up against the door with a sigh. it was difficult finding the right words to even say, let alone tell him he was in danger with someone you didn’t even know the name of. finally, you parted your lips to speak, voice still hushed despite no longer being outside, “i think i’m being stalked, and i’m being threatened with harm coming to you because of it.”

there was radio silence on his end for a moment; surely he was freaking out, hell, you were too, and you knew that this entire situation was scary. relief washed over you upon hearing his voice, knowing he was okay, “is it from the same number you texted last night? there’s no way someone is stalking you after a silly little prank text. besides, it's only been a day.”

“i-i can show you the texts, they’re dead serious i think. they know where i live, where i work, and what color car i drive, your name,” your voice was beginning to tremble, panic settling in now, “i don’t know what to do, and i don’t want any harm to come to you either.”

“we’ll stay on the phone the rest of the night then, okay? they’re less likely to strike if you have someone on the other line.”

“i’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this and that i’m the reason you’re involved,” you felt a tear race down your cheek, eyes closing as you took a deep breath to keep yourself from bursting into a full on sob, "i should have never sent that text."

“it’s not like you asked for this. besides, even if i wasn’t involved, i would make sure i was because there’s no way i’ll let you go through something like this alone,” the sincerity in his voice was enough to make you feel slightly better. the boy chuckled softly, “since we’re staying on the phone, is it okay if i come out of my closet? it’s not very gunwook friendly.”

you nodded, though you remembered he couldn’t see you, and finally you replied, “yeah, that’s totally fine.”

there was some rustling on his end once more, and once it stopped, you assumed he had finally made it out. however, upon getting no response from him when you asked a question, you pulled your phone away from your ear to take a quick glance at your screen, only to be met with your call log instead of gunwook’s name taking up most of the display. you swore you could feel your heart fall to your stomach, fingers hurriedly moving to try and call him back, but it rang until it went to voicemail.

“no! no no no,” you chanted, flinging open the bathroom door and beginning to head toward your entryway. 

your phone pinged, letting you know you were receiving text messages, which you assumed were from the person causing your most recent slew of events. 

[unknown] big mistake on your part.

[unknown] i told you not to say anything to anyone.

[unknown] you fucked up, y/n.

[unknown] your actions have consequences.

[unknown] my game, my rules.

[unknown] he’s not dead this time. 

you shook your head in disbelief, sprinting through your front door and down the hallway, only to be greeted with gunwook’s door slightly agape and the sounds of his muffled groans resonating from somewhere within his apartment. you rushed in, desperately searching for him, calling out, “gunwook?”

“in here,” he grumbled, and you followed the sound of his voice until you found him in the fetal position on his bedroom floor, hands clutching his stomach and eyes screwed shut in a futile attempt to cope with whatever pain he was feeling. 

you were on the carpet next to him in an instant, taking note of a thin stream of blood trickling from his nose and a deep, purple bruise already beginning to form just beneath his eye. you let your tears freely fall. gunwook was like this because of you. sparing him an apologetic look, you quietly whispered, “i’m going to check and make sure they aren’t here.”

“he and whoever was with him are gone,” gunwook replied, “they both left a few minutes before you came in. they also wanted me to tell you his name was ricky."

upon hearing gunwook’s words, you pulled a napkin out of your apron, leaning forward to wipe some of the blood from beneath his nose. he winced a little, but allowed you to continue, tears still blurring your vision at the sight of him like this. the both of you fell into silence; you wanted to give him a chance to recoup from everything that had occurred and not overwork himself too much. 

after a few more minutes, and helping him sit up straight, you eventually mumbled, “i’m so sorry, wookie.”

“don’t worry about it,” he chuckled, gingerly touching the area around his eye, “maybe now things will stop.”

you huffed in annoyance, averting your gaze from his gentle one, “i just don’t understand why he felt the need to do this to you because of me.”

by this point, your mind was reeling. why would someone get so upset over a silly little text? to the point of following you, tormenting you, and bringing harm to the people around you that you care about? it made absolutely no sense to you. 

it almost felt as if whoever was taunting you did things like this frequently. you were beginning to feel hopeless, as if there was no way out of this. it hadn’t even been a full day since you sent the first text and things had already escalated to violence and blatant stalking.

your phone dinged with another text message, jolting you out of your thoughts and causing gunwook’s eyes to widen in fear. you pulled it from your back pocket, reading the message aloud so gunwook could know what it said too.

[unknown] let this be a lesson. you’re not out of the woods yet, nor do i think i want you to be. here’s a hint as we continue to play our little game: make good decisions, face less consequences.

gunwook shook his head in disbelief, “why is he doing this? what is he even gaining?”

“i don’t know, but i’m already tired of it,’ you answered, a deep frown forming on your lips as you shoved your phone back into your pocket. 

“i guess we’re gonna have to find out.”

a few days had passed since your ricky had made his appearance into gunwook’s apartment, and the same amount of time since receiving any kind of text from him. you weren’t sure if that was because you and gunwook stayed attached at the hip for the entirety of that time, or if it was because he was truly done messing with your head, but you were glad to have been able to feel some sort of relief. you hardly slept, but you managed to make it through your shifts at the breakfast diner without any issues somehow. 

taerae had checked up on you a couple of times, taking note of how exhausted you were and the dark circles that had made their new home beneath your eyes. you decided to play it safe, just telling him you’d had issues with your neighbors keeping you up all hours of the night. the last thing you needed was for him to get involved in the situation, too.

soon, you were clocking out after your third shift since ricky’s attack, a tired sigh slipping past your lips. you waved goodbye to taerae, letting him know that you would see him once more tomorrow morning, which was going to be one of the busiest days of the week for the two of you. despite him asking you to hang out at his house, you’d managed to get out some excuse so you didn’t expand ricky’s knowledge of your whereabouts and bring another innocent person into the entire situation.

you walked through the back door to the parking lot, greeted by gunwook’s idling car as he’d waited for your shift to end. you clambered into the passenger seat, shoulders slumping and a wave of defeat overcoming you. he rested his hand on your knee, squeezing gently before he began to drive to your apartment complex, his music playing softly in the background.

he was the first one to break the silence, stating, “i did some research to see if i could find anything on ricky.”

“you what?” you shot up, eyes wide in disbelief, “gunwook, that is so dangerous.”

a slight pout made his way into his expression, “i’m just sick of seeing you like this, and i want to put an end to it.”

“you don’t have to put yourself in danger because of me.”

“i would do anything for you, you know that,” you could feel your gaze soften at his words, “besides, we’re in this together now. something has to give eventually.”

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, picking absentmindedly at the skin, curiosity eventually getting the best of you, “did you find anything?”

“i found an article saying he’s wanted for breaking and entering,” gunwook answered, “but that was it. i think it said he was twenty three or something like that? i honestly don’t know, but he’s notorious for this apparently.”

you were quick to pull your phone from your pocket, quickly looking for the article gunwook had mentioned. the headline was written in bold, black letters, a photo of him accompanying it just underneath. you felt terrified finally being able to put a face to the name. 

he was handsome, though you hated to admit that. dark, black hair was parted in the middle, his kind eyes deceiving to the person he actually was. he was almost cat-like, features slender and a slight smile twinging on his lips. you felt your stomach begin to churn uneasily.

angrily, you opened up your messages app, deciding to finally give ricky a taste of his own sick, twisted medicine.

[you] what you did on sunday was fucked up.

[unknown] gunwook is still alive, isn’t he?

[you] yeah, with a couple of broken ribs to make up for it.

[you] you’re sick, you know that?

[you] i’m tired of playing this game, ricky.

[unknown] oh, but darling, the fun has only just begun.

[you] what is that supposed to mean?

[unknown] i’ve already told you that your actions have consequences. for lack of better words, i get to control your life now.

[you] please, just leave me alone.

[you] gunwook too, he’s done absolutely nothing wrong. he wasn’t the one who texted you in the first place.

[unknown] it doesn’t matter, being able to use him as a pawn makes this all the more fun.

[unknown] i get to use him against you.

[you] that’s not fair, none of this is fucking fair.

[you] there’s an article i read about you.

[you] i’m going to find you and turn you in, mark my fucking words.

[unknown] okay.

[unknown] whatever it is you do, you will suffer, one way or another.

[unknown] i have ways to get under your skin, y/n, and i’m not afraid to exhaust all my options.

[unknown] threatening me will get you nowhere.

[you] we’ll see about that.

by now, gunwook had pulled into his parking spot and was reading over your shoulder, his mouth agape at the conversation that had just unfolded right in front of his eyes. you met your gaze with his, determination filling you up, “we’re not going to let him win.”

gunwook swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat before he nodded - albeit, wearily - and you could tell he was beginning to trust your entire thought process. that’s really all you needed; his support and willingness to bring ricky down with you, though you knew you didn’t have to try hard to convince him otherwise. the two of you headed into your building, trudging up the stairs and into your apartment, ensuring every single lock was enabled on the door.

the next two days went by rather smoothly, the two of you doing research on self-defense and many other things pertaining to your current situation. you were finally able to get a few hours of sleep, which was a lot more than you’d been able to get the entire week, so you couldn’t help but feel a little grateful. 

things had gone smoothly, once again not hearing anything from ricky and feeling a false sense of security beginning to blanket over you, though you knew better than to let your guard down until you knew for sure everything was truly over. 

you’d spent your nights sharing a bed with gunwook, entangled in one another’s arms in hopes of providing some sort of comfort. it also let you both know you were still there, still breathing, and still by each other’s side. despite your newfound confidence of being able to take ricky down, you couldn’t help but still feel the lingering fear in the back of your mind.

there was always a chance things could go horribly wrong.

you were now at work, your exhaustion for more evident now than it had been earlier in the week. taerae was quick to notice, finally telling you, “no offense, y/n, but you look awful.”

his sudden appearance behind you caused you to jump in surprise, the bag of coffee grounds in your hand tumbling down to the ground with a soft thud, its contents spilling out onto the floor. you groaned to yourself, burying your hands in your face in an attempt to hide any tears that ight have involuntarily dripped onto your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” taerae apologized, crouching to the ground alongside you, “here, let me help.”

the two of you worked together to get them cleaned up off of the floor, discarding everything into one of the trash cans once you were finished. you gave him a solemn look, finally answering his first statement, “it just hasn’t been a good week, is all.”

“do you wanna talk about it? i’m all ears,” he offered, patting your shoulder in reassurance. 

your eyes flitted up to meet with his, concern dancing in his dark irises, and you felt a plethora of different emotions. on one hand, you wanted to be able to rant about it to someone other than gunwook to try and get an unbiased point of view, but on the other, you didn’t want to put his life in danger either. 

you sighed defeatedly, “do you promise not to tell anyone? it’s kind of a big deal.”

“of course not, anything you say is safe with me.”

with a hushed voice and eyes soaking up every inch of your surroundings, you began to recount the week’s past events to taerae, sparing no details whatsoever. you showed him the initial prank text and allowed him to read everything afterward, filling him on the attack on gunwook, the article, everything. 

you eventually pulled up ricky’s photo upon taerae’s request, and his eyes widened with fear, “this is some serious shit, y/n, you need to call the cops.”

“i can’t, and i won’t,” was your automatic response, “he’s threatened me multiple times to bring worse harm to gunwook and i’m sure he’ll somehow find out that i’ve told you all of this somehow and hold it against me,” you added.

taerae frowned at your reply, “i’ll help you out in any way i can, alright?”

he pulled you into a tight hug, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit better knowing you had someone else on your side to help you get to the root of your problems. it almost felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

taerae’s signature catchphrase was the next thing to come from his mouth, “let’s get this day started, yeah?” giving your frame one final squeeze before you dove into your work of waiting tables and sending orders to the back.

the day had gone by a lot better than you expected it to despite fearing anything could happen to you or gunwook, and now taerae, at any given moment. you didn’t mess up any of your orders and gunwook had periodically texted you to inform you of what he was doing and to check in overall with you.

for once, you didn’t feel on edge. that is, until the man who had been causing you severe mental turmoil had walked through the front door, the little bell signaling his arrival. 

you felt a lump rise uncomfortably in your throat, blood running cold at the sight of him. you hadn’t expected him to blatantly show his face to you like this, but you supposed this was karma for even saying a single word to taerae about the entire situation. 

you accidentally made eye contact with him, his piercing eyes and slender figure looking more intimidating in person than in the photo you’d seen of him. luckily, another one of your co-workers seated him somewhere that wasn’t in your realm of tables. you quickly ran to the back hands trembling as you reached out for taerae, who was surprised by your sudden panic.

“he’s here,” you barely managed to squeak out, “i’m kind of freaking out.”

“do you want me to call the police? if he’s wanted, anyone could, and if i do it the it can’t be traced back to you,” he inquired, appearing to be in the same state of shock as you. 

you nodded, shoving the diner’s phone in his direction, “please hurry, he saw me.”

the string of events following afterward felt like a blur; the wailing of the police sirens, the officers putting ricky in handcuffs, and gunwook having rushed directly to the diner to comfort you. his arms wrapped tightly around you, his chin resting on top of your head as you cried into his chest, mumbling into your hair softly, “it’s over, y/n. it’s finally over.”

the day of ricky’s arrest, you were finally able to sleep without the fear of anything happening to you, gunwook, or taerae. however, you still remained glued to gunwook’s side for the following couple of weeks. you weren’t sure if it was lingering paranoia, or if it was that something inside of you still believed that ricky would be able to contact you from jail. 

you tried to suppress those thoughts, though it didn’t work for long, because the moment you plopped down onto the couch next to your best friend to eat your dinner, the news flashed a headline that made you almost drop everything from your hands entirely.

man found not guilty at trial for breaking and entering into various homes.

and there, displayed right behind the thick words, was the same photo of ricky you’d had nightmares about. your jaw fell slack in shock, gunwook mumbling beside you, “what the fuck?”

“shh,” you waved your hand to prevent him from talking any further, “let’s listen and see what it says.”

“this is sung hanbin, reporting to you live with an update of a story we covered previously. a man under the name of shen ricky was suspected several weeks ago for breaking and entering into various different homes, and police believed it to be the man you see here on screen.

however, we have been informed that this is not the case.

the man you see here proved himself innocent at his trial on monday by presenting the court with evidence of his birth certificate and driver’s license. we have learned that this man’s name is kim jiwoong, not shen ricky.

he was arrested at the wake up cafe in the heart of seoul. police are still on the hunt for shen ricky, so if you have any leads, you can anonymously leave them at the number running along the bottom of the screen. there is no accurate picture of him at this time.

kim jiwoong has been released from the custody of authorities. we’ll keep you updated when we find out anymore information, but as of right now, this is all we have.

once again, this was sung hanbin with your local news. let’s head over to seok matthew for the weather forecast of the week.”

the moment the weather came on, you and gunwook shared a look of sheer panic, completely frozen with no inkling of what you should do. as if on a cue, your phone lit up with a string of text messages from your stalker. 

[unknown] did you really think you could get away with this, y/n?

[unknown] this is going to have some major consequences.

[unknown] i can only imagine how your pathetic little brain convinced you that you were out of the woods, but you could not have been more wrong.

[you] why won’t you just leave me alone? haven’t you done enough damage?

[you] you’ve ruined my life.

[unknown] that was the whole point of this, darling.

[unknown] i’m hoping to teach you the lesson to never, ever prank text phone numbers again.

[you] i think i’ve learned that lesson, please, just stop.

[unknown] not yet.

[unknown] you haven’t even come close to learning your lesson.

[unknown] but you will, soon. trust me.

[you] i’m sorry, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?

[unknown] sorry won’t fix this.

you locked your phone and threw it across the room, the object clattering onto the floor. you couldn’t help but silently hope that it was broken and ricky could no longer contact you. tears welled up in your eyes - you knew your peace was too good to be true, that something was bound to go horribly wrong, but you never once thought it would be this.

you found it hard to breathe, finally locking your eyes with gunwook, voice cracking as you told him, “this is what i imagine living in hell feels like.”

he pulled you into a hug, desperate to hold you as tight as possible, and make sure you were close to him, “we’re gonna get through this, okay? don’t you worry.”

“how can you be so sure?”

“i’m not, but we have to believe it in order to survive, okay? we don’t know what this man is fully capable of, so we need to brace ourselves,” was his answer, and all you could do was nod. 

gunwook fell silent for a moment, deep in thought as he rubbed your back gently, a sniffles able to be heard from him as he did so, “let’s get out of town.”

you pulled away from his embrace, flashing him a sad, defeated smile, “i don’t think that’s going to work.”

“why wouldn’t it? we could get a rental car or something so he can’t trace us. it’s worth a shot.”

you were hesitant for a moment, worried that there would even larger consequences for this, but finally said, “fine, let’s do it.”

after your discussion, you packed a suitcase full of things for your journey, hoping to god you were bringing everything essential. you knew there was no returning to this place once you did, so you needed to make sure anything sentimental was stored away in between your clothes and hygiene products. 

the tension in the air was thick, so much so you could almost cut it with a knife. you were risking your lives for this, for an escape into the freedom from this nightmare you’d been longing for the moment it started. 

you zipped the suitcase shut, hands visibly shaking as you did so, and once you were finished you looked at gunwook and said, “let’s get your things and book it.”

you ventured to gunwook’s apartment, deciding to stick together through it all. you couldn’t jeopardize a single thing; you knew that somehow, every move you made was being watched like a hawk. gunwook made a beeline for the bathroom, you following closely behind, and keeping an eye out as he rummaged through the cupboard beneath his sink. 

as he began to rise to his feet, rustling was able to be seen behind the shower curtain. you parted your lips, desperate to spit the words out sitting on the tip of your tongue, “gunwook, watch out!”

but you were too late, because in one swift motion, the curtain was thrown back and a baseball bat was swinging down with a sickening crack to the back of his head. the recoil echoed against the walls, the sounds of bone crushing being enough to make you feel as if you could vomit at any given moment. 

you watched in horror as gunwook’s body crumpled to the cold tile floor, a labored wheeze erupting from him. thick, crimson blood that reeked of copper pooled around the back of his head, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes as he looked up at you through them, bottom lip quivering. 

you were next to him in an instant, attempting to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. it was hard to ignore the way his skull felt like rice krispie treats in your hand, or how his erratic breathing was becoming the more he realized what was happening. you weren’t sure how you managed to get any words out of your mouth as you said, “i need you to stay with me, wookie, please.”

it was almost as if the world around you was completely gone, and in this moment, it was just you and gunwook as you held him, watching as he took his very last breath. a mangled cry ripped from your lungs, your hands trying like crazy to get him to say something, anything, but it was no use. 

he was gone. 

“i’m so sorry,” you wailed, “i’m so fucking sorry, gunwook. you did nothing to deserve this.”

you sniffled, brushing his hair out of his eyes to get a better look at his face, which held an almost peaceful expression. warmth radiated against your back, hot breath fanning against your ear, goosebumps arising on your skin as he spoke, “it’s not what he did, it’s what you did. i told you that there would be major consequences, didn’t i?”

his fingers trailed up and down your arm, “you just don’t know how to keep that stupid little mouth of yours shut, do you?”

“get the fuck away from me,” you growled, voice coming out a lot stronger than you had anticipated, “now.”

“getting all tough, are you?” he backed away slowly, hands mockingly up in the air, and you took this as your opportunity to turn and look at the man behind you. 

blonde hair was sitting atop his head, slicked back in an almost elegant way, forehead glistening with sweat. he had plump, dark pink lips curled up into a sinister grin, and blood was splattered across the expanse of his face. gunwook’s blood. a shiver raced down your spine at the sight of him, entirely too terrified to act on any thought of harming him that came to your brain. 

the sounds of sirens blaring on the street below carried into the small bathroom you were currently inhabiting, which alerted ricky that it was his time to go. he stepped behind you once more, his chin resting on your shoulder as he murmured, “if you know what’s good for you, he slipped and hit his head.”

and with that, he pushed past you, slinking away before you could fully see which direction he went and how he managed to escape the apartment. within mere seconds, police officers, firefighters, and emts were questioning you, asking how this had happened and for how long he’d been unconcious. everything was a blur and you honestly didn’t remember most of your encounters with the emergency personnel, but you knew one thing for certain. you didn’t fight back this time.

you gave in the shen ricky. 

the next few weeks were arguably the worst of your life. you had to bury your best friend, work double after double, and barely got any sleep. the lie of gunwook suffering a freak accident kept slipping through your teeth, and you felt an unexplainable amount of self hatred for it. 

but you knew gunwook would have encouraged you to.

you were determined now more than ever to take down ricky, no matter what it took, which was why you were currently sat down with taerae in his living room spilling your guts, completely unafraid of what consequences might come to you because of it. the look of bewilderment and shock on his face was hard to miss as he stated, “you need to tell the police the truth.”

“you know i can’t, taerae,” was your immediate response, followed by a sigh, “i wish i could, but i want to try and take him down myself. it started with him and i, so it should end with him and i.”

taerae looked at you inquisitively, a deep frown settling in on his lips, “i’m not sure that’s a good idea. i mean, what if he kills you too?”

“that’s the price i’m willing to pay if it means i at least attempt to get justice for gunwook.”

taerae fell completely silent, as if entranced by his thoughts. his expression was difficult for you to read and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t really have the mental capacity to try and decipher his emotions. 

you were just about to retreat back to your own apartment before taerae’s words stopped you dead in your tracks, “i’ll help you.”

“really?” you questioned, brows furrowing, “are you sure? i don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“no, no, i want to,” he retorted, “gunwook was my friend too and i want to make sure he’s avenged as well. we can do this, yeah?”

with that, you and taerae had planned for weeks on how you were going to lure ricky in and try to get the upper hand on him. you knew the plan was becoming more and more well-developed, and soon, you were feeling confident that it would work, that you had a chance. taerae was quite clever, you had learned, and had come up with things you would have never even thought of on your own. 

you were beyond grateful for him, especially since he was distracting you from the giant, gaping hole in your heart that was missing gunwook. you still cried until your lungs gave out, visited his grave as frequently as possible, and texted his phone even though you knew you would never get an answer. it just kept feuling you to perfect this plan, to finally catch ricky off guard, to finally put an end to whatever it was he was trying to accomplish.

you hadn’t heard from him in a while, so you suspected that you would need to do some provoking in order to get him back into your life. you were currently working on thinking of something to text him, deciding to head over to taerae’s apartment to ask his opinion on what you currently had drafted.

you knocked on his front door, almost instantly greeted by his bright smile, and stepped into the entryway of his home. you began to speak, eyes flitting down to your phone screen so you could open up your notes app, focus entirely on getting to that. he was oddly quiet today, which you were going to ask him about, but you were too late.

the dark haired boy you’d been spending your time with was holding a cloth to your nose, apologizing as you lost consciousness. 

you slowly peeled your eyes open, greeted by complete darkness, absolutely no source of light able to be found despite your efforts. you were still groggy from whatever sleep you had just awoken from, but soon, you could feel yourself begin to panic. you were sitting straight up in a chair, thick, coarse ropes bound around your wrists and ankles and a blindfold around your eyes. you struggled against them, but to no avail.

everything was starting to flood your mind; telling taerae the truth about gunwook and him being the last person you saw before you slipped into your deep slumber. to say you were beyond angry with him was an understatement. you were honestly enraged, unable to think clearly as you began struggling once more, desperately trying to break free from your spot, but it was no use.

a voice sounded off next to you, “they’re awake, ricky.”

the creaking of a door opening followed by heavy footsteps was able to be heard, and the next thing you knew, ricky was behind you once more, all too familiar of the night he killed gunwook. his warm breath fanned across the side of your face, and you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he inquired, “how are you, sweetheart?”

“what do you think?” you sarcastically remarked.

ricky chuckled lowly, “i know it’s not comfortable, but we can’t risk you escaping, can we?”

slowly, ricky untied your blindfold, letting it plop down on your lap. a harsh, white light greeted you, causing you to squint in a futile attempt to gather your surroundings. the floor was made of concrete and the walls were decorated with many things that you didn’t even want to begin to imagine they were used for.

your heart rate began to quicken at the thought of ricky torturing you with them. you knew what he was capable of and he would likely have no opposition to making your life a living hell - he had definitely done that already, but still.

you finally found the courage to speak again, meeting your gaze with ricky, who was clearly satisfied with the sight of you entirely helpless, “why are you doing this to me?”

“oh darling, don’t get ahead of yourself in thinking your special enough to think you’re our only victim,” the mock sympathy in ricky’s voice made you queasy, “this is taerae and i’s little game, we’ve had countless people like you that we’ve toyed with.”

“you’re sick!” you exclaimed, disgust contorting your facials features into a look of disbelief.

ricky circled around you, slender fingers trailing across your shoulders as he did so. you flinched at the sensation, wanting nothing more than for him to get his hands off of you entirely.

“that’s the whole point, y/n,” taerae piped up from his spot, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his partner torment you with each and every move he made.

“you see,” ricky started, beginning to trace the pads of his fingers up the side of your neck and to your jaw, “we put that phone number on the diner wall to lure people like you in. we’ve been doing this for a little over a year now. it’s quite fun.”

you shuddered at his words, unable to believe that truly evil people like this somehow existed in the world. tears welled up into your eyes, involuntarily dripping down onto your cheeks the more ricky touched you. it was almost as if his touch was poison, and you felt a burning itch on every inch if your skin that he ghosted his fingers over.

the blonde finally stopped, cupping your cheek and catching one of your tears, “you’re the most beautiful one we’ve gotten so far, you know. you should be proud of that.”

your voice was shaky but firm, “yeah, because it’s some prestigious award. got it.”

“you’ve also been the most interesting one,” ricky mused, his head cocked to the side slightly, “you put up quite the fight.”

his words gave you the final push to do what had crossed your mind the moment he stepped in front of you. taking a deep breath, swiftly lifting up your legs and jutting them forward into ricky’s gut, forcing him to buckle over at the impact, a dissatisfied grunt falling from his mouth.

you somehow found the strength to stand up despite still being restrained to the chair beneath you, swinging it around to smack ricky with its legs as he attempted to lunge at you. his voice echoed throughout the room as he yelled, “get them, taerae, don’t just stand there like a dumbass!”

by now you had begun to hop away, desperate to find something, anything that to get the rope at least off of your wrists. There were multiple tools and weapons hung on the walls and scattered about the room, and you were able to set your focus on a knife that you saw sitting on the edge of a table within reach in your current state.

you hopped along as fast as your bound up legs would carry you, but you didn’t reach it in time. instead, taerae had yanked you backward, sending you toppling to the ground with a harsh thud. the wood of the chair had split as you did so, a sharp piece sinking into the flesh of your thigh. you let out a pained yelp, “fuck!”

“i bet that hurts,” taerae snorted, “glad it’s not me.”

you laughed dryly, “you know, i never expected you to be part of whatever this is. i thought you were better than that, taerae.”

the boy frowned, one of his dimples peeking out as he did so, “yeah, well, that’s what you get for letting your guard down so easily. i was able to tell ricky absolutely everything.”

“figures.”

the blonde was now standing next to taerae, anger dancing dangerously in his dark irises. it was hard to miss the knife in his hand, gleaming teasingly at you in the light, “can we just put an end to this?”

“wait!” you cried out, attempting to reason with ricky, “if i’m so interesting, why not let me try and put up a fight of my own?”

ricky cackled loudly, “you won’t win.”

“please, just let me try.”

ricky observed your current state and ultimately decided to nod at taerae, signaling for him to let you free from your restraints. he did as he was told, cutting away the ropes from your hands and feet quickly, soon standing back in the spot he behind ricky was previously occupying.

you got up, gingerly touching where the wood was currently impaled in your leg. you winced at the feeling, deciding to bite the bullet and pull as much out of your flesh as you could. if it was sharp enough to hurt you, then it was certainly sharp enough to hurt ricky.

you finally straightened your posture, gripping onto the wood as tightly as you could. you furrowed your brows in concentration, “let's do this.”

ricky immediately lunged forward, attempting to sink the knife into your shoulder, but you managed to dodge him. you were caught in a cat and mouse game, trying your best to get as much leverage over ricky as you possibly could, but to no avail. all of your attempts would up with a quick slice of the knife on your arms and legs, and you had only managed to get one hit on the blonde with your makeshift weapon.

the more blood you lost, mainly from the injury in your leg, the weaker and less adept you became. it hurt to put much pressure on it, let alone attempt to run from the situation entirely. you supposed that's probably what you should have done from the beginning, but with taerae there to aid ricky in any way, your chances of fully escaping were slim and you knew that.

you were panting, trying like hell to get something on ricky, but instead, he managed to get the upper hand, lurching toward you and finally sinking the blade into your abdomen, your back pressed against the cool tile of the wall behind you. freezing in your place, you found it hard to process what was going on, glancing down at the handle and his skin coated with your blood. this was it, this was the end.

he got impossibly close to you, his lips brushing your ear as he said, “play stupid games, win stupid prizes, love.”

you were beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, sliding down the wall and leaving a streak of thick, crimson blood in your wake. your trembling hands were beginning to steady and you were feeling yourself slip out of touch with reality.

the last thing you could remember was ricky’s evil chuckle and the loom of satisfaction in your eye before your vision blurred and everything went black.

except this time, you wouldn't be waking up.

Still your brother, isn’t he?

glad to see those spreading the truth

McCoy’s face when threatened with bodily harm by a much stronger opponent: Zero Fucks Given

McCoy’s face when threatened with mental harm by a much stronger opponent: Every Fuck Given

This is a man who will look you, unblinking, straight in the eye, regardless of whether he’s blase or terrified…

But Bones would far rather spill his blood than his secrets.

Imagine Fives spending countless nights curled up in a ball crying himself to sleep because he misses his other half who he thinks is never coming home. 

Imagine Fives’ last thought being ‘at least I’ll get to see Echo again’ only for him to realize Echo was still alive and he never went looking for him. 

Imagine the pain Echo felt after he realized Fives died and there wasn’t anything that he was able to do about it. Imagine how many times Echo would smile only to think that his friend would never be able to smile again and feeling guilty.

Don’t imagine what Star Wars would have been like if Fives hadn’t died and Rex and Anakin had listened to him. 

Don’t imagine the jedi overthrowing the chancellor and giving the clones the life they deserve without the clones turning on the jedi. 

Don’t imagine Fives going with Rex after Echo. Don’t imagine Fives and Echo embracing one another both in tears so happy to see their best friend. Don’t imagine Fives finally truly smiling again after his friend’s ‘death’. 

Don’t imagine Fives being upset that his friend is now slightly taller than him but breaking down in laughter because he was never really mad about it. He could never be mad at the person he thought he had lost forever. 

Don’t imagine Fives and Echo being there to listen to the other one's trauma and helping them cope. (Fives with Umbara and Echo with being in Separtist hands for so long). 

Don’t imagine Fives and Echo being there when Ahsoka comes back and them grinning ear to ear to see their little sister finally come home. 

Don’t imagine that after Luke and Leia are born Fives and Echo being their two favorite uncles that help them cause chaos. 

Don’t imagine Anakin, Padme, Luke, and Leia living peaceful lives on Naboo and occasionally being visited by Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, or the rest of the 501st. Don’t imagine family dinners where they’re all sitting around and laughing and singing together while living their lives to the fullest. 

Whatever you do, don’t imagine what Star Wars would have been like had Fives survived. 

Lainey Molnar

PLEASE Share this!!! WRITTEN BY A COP: Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one’s life. In daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation… This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, & everyone you know. After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do! 2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you… Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy.. The driver won’t see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives. 4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR , LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.. If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location. 5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage: A.) Be aware:look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor , and in the back seat. B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars. C.) Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side.. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.) 6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!) 7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; and even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern! 8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked ‘for help’ into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim. 9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird.. The police told her ‘Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door..’ The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, ‘We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.’ He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby’s cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby.. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby’s cries outside their doors when they’re home alone at night. 10. Water scam! If you wake up in the middle of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your outside taps full blast so that you will go out to investigate and then attack. Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors! Please pass this on This post should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on America ’s Most Wanted when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana I’d like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle.. I was going to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as well. Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better to be safe than sorry.. Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one’s life.

She’s done it again! Meet Juliette Drune. Padawan to Eria and a witch. She and her master survived the Order by using magic. They survived with as many of their men as they could. And they hid out on a outer rim planet, and eventually ran into the bad batch on a rescue mission. Where Tech fell for her and eventually she fell for Tech.

Juliette is a headstrong girl, with a soft side for you younglings and her brothers, the clones. She is the more aggressive out of the two, her master and Tech. She acts first and asks questions later. She passionate and fiery, but she can be loving and gentle. And she’s a master of the dark arts and pretty good at the force.

As a bonus, she is a WHOLE lot taller than her master, here they are together.

Thank you so much @reneeofthestars my girls are perfect and I love them so much. I had a vision and she brought it to life. I can’t thank you enough!

I’d like you to met my wonderful oc Eria Serenity. A kind woman with the power to heal. Very peace loving, and quiet. Would take a peaceful route over fighting any day. Would give her life to protect her troops. Is “married” to her clone captain Twitch. Her apprentice on the other hand is more aggressive, and gets fed up a lot with her masters peaceful ways. Eria likes to take things slowly and peacefully. Proably due to her master being Shaak Ti.

Thank you @reneeofthestars for bringing my sweet girl to life. You made her everything I could have ever imagined. All my thanks and gratitude go to her and go make sure to follow her! She’s an amazing artist, who’s really sweet.

I thought I could keep it hidden.

All the thoughts,

All the pain.

I thought if I just kept the voices quiet for a bit longer I’d be ok.

Years of pain,

Years of heartbreak.

All piled up.

That was it,

The final straw.

It hurt.

It hurt bad when it finally broke.

I didn’t know how to feel so I cried.

I cried silently as to not alert anyone.

I didn’t, couldn’t, share my pain.

Anxiety slowly took over my life.

Why couldn’t I control it?

God it hurts.

I had no friends when I left.

Left my home

My family

And all that I knew.

When I left I found myself.

Found peace,

And comfort where I thought there was none.

I found friends who love

And care for me.

Something I never had before.

I still struggle.

But at least I’m not alone.

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By: Caroline