n knows he shouldn't feel this way, knows it's selfish.

So, so many people have it worse, but, still... it lingers, sinks its claws into his chest and threatens to tear him apart from the inside.

He can't help it. Can't help the way he's always exhausted, never wanting to do anything but sleep, or the way he always seems to be in pain, no matter how many pills he's prescribed or hours he's uncons...

sj doesn't know how it all came to be. how he managed to fall face first for jk.

he grew up knowing his job. his father had raised him as a replacement, and he knew, was aware of it. didn't question it. death was meant to be a cruel man, and sj had tried to play the part. he'd made the pact, let his father go, and took his place with as much pride as his bounded soul allowed.

but jk- jk was naiv...

shes long and might not make sense BUT BEAR WITH ME PLS

N didn't think twice about it when he flicked on the TV, everything so familiar to him already- furniture arranged just the way he liked, books scattered around, a few plants sprinkled here and there, and he felt at home.

Didn't need the shelves of Kaws characters or the sometimes overly spacious living room. He felt- good.

Flipped through...

y can still picture himself a couple of years ago, absolutely livid because Hope got away again, let himself be caught only to laugh in Y's face, and run away later. He was ridiculing him, trying to make him and his men a laughing stock.

So when they caught him again, Y was the first to visit, demanding everyone to leave them alone, gun so tempting where he twirled it in his hand. Oh, but when he...

“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!”

T’s laugh was deep, soaked in honey, and Y didn’t mean to frown, didn’t mean for the jealousy to peek its ugly little head so soon.

They were nothing. They weren’t lovers, weren’t partners, were barely even friends. but T’s words still made Y’s stomach churn and heart palpitate.

T seemed so happy, arm slung around J’s shoulders, and Y could...

he was the sun- the breeze coursing through his hair, the force that anchored him to earth.

he was the moon and the stars illuminating the sky.

it was impossible not to think of him; the arc of his brows, the curve of his lips, the line of his chest- impossible.

he was one with y's world. vivid and real. so so close. but not close enough, _never_ close enough.

even when their bodies were one, i...