[unstoppable tears]

Stay Professional! Pt. 10

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

Summary: Jungkook’s blurted out his thoughts sincerely and you don’t know how to react. Jimin offers you a paid-leave to clear your mind and come back later, hopefully fresher than before.

A/N: Good news!! this isn’t the last chapter- I did some thinking and I decided to extend the series by ~3 chapters :) this chapter also has a lot of dialogue! It’s quite a sad chapter- it might be a little slow but this chapter is focused on the development of JK x reader’s relationship.

The grey clouds coated the sky and grumbled in annoyance as seeps of lighting passed through them. It was weirdly creepy that the weather was able to portray your devastated mood rather accurately. As soon as the elevator dinged, you stepped out with a burning desire to sprint out of the building. You legs worked with long strides and the rapid clicking of your heels showed just how frantic you were to leave. You never once looked back whilst running- all you could focus on was the salty taste of your tears and how fast your fast your legs carried you.

Despite the fact that you had taken the elevator, Jungkook still somehow managed to catch up- his worn out legs had jumped down 4 steps at a time to reach you with his dangerously fast paced heart. He looked no-where near presentable. His hair was still messed up, a couple of strands stuck up whilst his fringe clung onto his sweaty forehead. He didn’t have any time to put on his usual suit-jacket, let alone button up his white dress-shirt. His pink lips were swollen and they couldn’t help but repetitively form your name in hopes that you’d stop running away from him.

“Y/N! Please! Wait!” Jungkook’s voice echoed slightly across the spacious ground floor of the company building. The workers looked beyond confused at the sight of Jungkook in a panic and yelling. They’d always viewed him as an emotionless, professional and very well composed business man.

It was a total shock to see him in such a worn out and breathless state. His ostentatious figure was a mere inconvenience in this situation as the people did nothing but stare- which made you feel even more shit.

You thanked god for automatic glass doors as you swiftly ran past them and to the outside- where the thunder seemed to grumble louder than before. You helplessly wiped away your stream of tears that rolled off your cheek and chin endlessly, but that deemed to be useless as that image kept popping up inside your head. She looked so content straddling his lap- and he didn’t even do anything about it. The image was engraved into your mind and you couldn’t help but let out a loud grumble of pure frustration. Jungkook had just shattered the little trust you had left in him and that consequently lead to the shatter of your sanity for a brief amount of time.

Everything suddenly seemed hopeless. You’d just wanted to drown yourself in vodka to ease the stabbing pain in your heart. Your vision was clouded and blurry from the unstoppable tears and your brain couldn’t stop torturing you by constantly replaying the scene over and over inside your head.


Jungkook let out another loud yell and people on the street stopped to look at the dramatic scene. You ignored his desperate attempts and continued to strut forward- the last thing you’d wanted to do was see his face let alone converse to him.

Suddenly, you felt a violent tug on your wrist and Jungkook forcefully spun you to face him. His vision was also distorted and he found it difficult to breathe as his lungs were blazing with discomfort. Frenzy immediately washed over his expression at the sight of your tears. He had no intention of loosening his grip on your wrist- and he was sure it was going to leave a mark but it didn’t matter at that point.

He needed to speak to you- to clarify everything, to tell you how crazy you drove him, to beg for forgiveness and explain his ridiculous actions.

But before he could say anything, you attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, grumbling in pain as you could feel the flesh on your wrist sting under Jungkook’s grip.

“Don’t touch me!” You instinctively shouted and Jungkook’s expression softened, yet he didn’t loosen his hellishly tight grip. His lips quivered in fear as a blanket of regret washed over his mind. He knew he should’ve pushed her away. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go.

Ever since his realisation that you were the only person he had genuine feelings for had hit, his life had been flipped and shook out of proportion- much to his dislike as the downfall of his stocks screamed at him to concentrate but, he found it physically impossible to do so. All he could think about was how much happier he’d be with you by his side. He’d never felt so obsessive over anything.

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anonymous asked:

{a-regrettable-job}: 💧💧💧

Send💧to find my Muse crying and trying to hide it!        

A loud snarl left the animatronic’s muzzle as he hid within the shadows of the backroom, lurking within them to try to hide himself away from the prying eyes that roam the halls of the horror attraction. He purposely made the light in the backroom go off in an attempt to make the others forget where exactly the room was. After all, the usual way one would notice the back room is if the door was opened or there was some form of light illuminating from beneath the metallic door’s form.

That’s what he thought anyway…he had no idea there would actually be a curious human in the building.

He sat within the corner of the room, hunched over as his eyes closed. His hands were raised up to his eyes as his knees raised up towards his chest, the golden animatronic trying his best to hide the clear liquid that dripped from his eye sockets and stained the matted fur upon his cheeks.

He doesn’t understand why he felt the need to cry. After years of being sealed away from everyone and forced to dwell upon his anger and hatred he thought he lost the ability to want to cry. He thought that he lost the ability to remember things to cause him to cry. But it would seem that he was wrong, on both accounts.

He couldn’t help the tears, he tried his best to hide, to stop himself from crying but nothing seemed to work. The sadness wrapped itself around him and began to consume him more and more before he didn’t even feel the want to wish to stand anymore. The more he tried to stop himself the worse it felt and the more tears threatened to leak from his eyes until he began to nearly bawl.

He tried to muffle himself, not wanting anyone to see him like this. After all…monsters aren’t supposed to cry. But he just…couldn’t, at least not enough to not let it be audible to a passerby near the backroom.

This was evident when the sounds of foot steps neared him, causing a snarl to leave his breath as he looked over towards the sound for a moment before trying to press himself against the corner, hoping that whoever was there wouldn’t notice him. But…that seemed unlikely.

Faster- Peter Parker x Female Reader

Originally posted by sddonald22

Prompt: Could you write a peter Parker x reader where the reader dies kinda like queen Stacy, super fluffy

Word Count: 1311

A/N: Written by Daisy. I’m not too sure how I did with this one, so let me know if you like it! 

Peter was fast. Fast enough to dodge kicks and punches. Fast enough to dodge bullets. But he hadn’t been fast enough to save her. It haunts him every day. It’s the first thing on his mind when he opens his eyes in the morning and the last thing he thinks of before he goes to sleep. But even that is tainted. He’s lucky if he sleeps three hours a night. He hadn’t been fast enough.

“Wake up, wake up!” The words rang softly in her ears, lulling her into consciousness. A small smile tugged at her lips but she chose to ignore the messenger. Peter fell onto his back, letting out a loud sigh, making sure the girl beside him heard his frustration. “Please?”

She cracked one eye open, taking in the boy before her, with his mussed up hair and tired eyes. “Do I really have to get out of bed?” She questioned.

Peter shook his head, “Who’s going to make me pancakes?”

She raised an eyebrow, “How about your aunt?”

“She went out. But somebody was knocked out cold and didn’t notice.”

“Sleep is a beautiful thing Peter,” she mumbled, pulling up the sheets to her neck.

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Stealthy (J.A)

Request - Can I request on imagine with jack where y/n is August’s younger sister and she and jack have been having a secret relationship and they get caught by August who gets angry and doesn’t let y/n near jack or the boys for a while and then jack arrives at their house and talks to August and confesses he loves y/n and August allows the relationship ?? Sorry if it is a lot to request you can shorten it if you want 😂
Request - nobody gotta know but w jack instead? pls thank you so muchhhh ❣️
Warnings - swearing (a lot), angst (?), one act of violence

“Auggy!” You call, walking into your shared apartment. “I brought donuts!”

“Fuck yeah!” you hear your brother shout from the living room as you hang your keys on the hallway hook and slide off your loosely tied sneakers.

You nearly freeze when you see the rest of the guys lounging around. August, Jonah, Jack, Zach, Corbyn, Daniel and Eben all look up at you.

“Oh, hey, guys,” you hum, your eyes roaming across all of the boys. You try not to smile when Jack sends you a discreet smirk.

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anonymous asked:

I really liked your last Shimada Bro's ask, how about reader confesses their feelings for Genji and Hanzo (seperate)?

Thank you for your request! I love anything involving Hanzo and Genji really so this was fun to write ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ Enjoy ~


  • The first time you met Hanzo was when the both of you were assigned to a mission together and for the most part barely associated either of yourselves with one another or at least never had the opportunity to formally meet
  • From what you heard, Hanzo was a very self-restrained man and only showed emotion when it seemed fit; you also heard that he’d attempted to kill his brother but no one knew why
  • They also commended him for being an excellent archer and very handsome, but they always ended their compliments with ‘watch your back’
  • You wondered just what kind of person he was and from there you couldn’t help but find the mysterious man intriguing; you felt the need and want to know him… to understand him
  • When you the both of you officially met, you were taken back by his good looks and could barely look him in the eyes without feeling your face heat up; Hanzo took note of this early on and seemed entertained by it
  • He was well aware that you found him attractive and he could say the same about you, but like usual, all he wore was the same stern expression
  • While out on a remote mission, the both of you talked very minimally, but in the heat of the moment under the stars and in the light of a camp fire you asked him his story; you told him you wanted to know him more and he shared
  • He told you stories of his family, the weight of his future as a Shimada, and why he was no longer welcome in his clan. He told you of why he joined Overwatch and some of his dreams; he did not tell you why he’d attempted to kill his brother and you did not pry
  • The mission had gone by smoothly and the both of you shared one last night under the stars together; the both of you sat in silence, but it was in no way awkward, more so comforting. By the end of the night, as a bit of celebration shared a cup of sake; you were surprised to see that Hanzo couldn’t hold his liquor.
  • He spoke more freely about his dreams and what he really wanted out of life, he’d even openly said that he admired you and your personality; his lips covered in the sweet taste of sake found their way to yours and the both of you shared a kiss
  • It was then that you’d realized that he wasn’t as bad as people implied; he was gentle and kind and he made your heart flutter; you liked him.
  • When morning came, Hanzo did not make eye contact with you nor did he acknowledge you, he simply led you back to HQ and the both of went your separate ways; you heart ached a bit.
  • A week had gone on and both you and Hanzo had barely spoken, only subtle hellos; you needed to see him … to tell him how you felt
  • So you devised a plan, you’d catch the handsome archer at his most vulnerable moment, right after his archery lessons on his way back to his room; this was the only way.
  • You watched as the archer left his class and headed for his apartment, in a way you felt like a stalker, but your intentions were well; you just wanted to tell him how you felt. Hanzo almost immediately noticed your presence following him, he wasn’t exactly pleased by it, but he was interested in what was yet to come
  • “Hanzo,” you began, making your presence known to him, the man slowly turned to face you “Please don’t avoid me, I don’t think I can bare it much longer” 
  • Taken back by your words, Hanzo was confused by what you meant, what exactly were you trying to say? He did not speak, instead he took a step closer to you, looking you dead in the eyes. 
  • Overwhelmed with embarrassment you felt your cheeks heat up, but you said it: “I like you, I know I don’t know everything about you and maybe you don’t even see me in that way, but not being able to see you or talk to you makes my heart ache. I want to believe our kiss was more than just a drunken regret..” 
  • Hanzo’s face was now a shade of red for he had never had someone confess their feelings for him before, the reserved man was now open like a book; he quickly used his hand to cover his face.
  • His reasoning for his distance was to evaluate his feelings, he needed to know that he was able to love someone, and having you in front of now, your cute face confessing your feelings to him, he knew then that he too felt something for you. 
  • He took your hand and pulled you into him, his embrace warm, he muttered how he felt into your ear and since then the both of you slowed your way into a relationship


  • When you first joined Overwatch, you found that Genji was the easiest to get along with; he offered you a new way of thinking, a sense of inner peace that you’d never tried before and his kindness was seemingly hard to resist
  • Although neither of you were ever partnered up together for missions, you managed to spend time after training sessions to meditate alongside Zenyatta or just to catch up
  • Slowly as time proceeded you found that the more you spent time with him the more you really came to appreciate him; if you hadn’t met him you really questioned how your transition into Overwatch would have gone
  • Before Overwatch, your life was filled with sadness; you grew up an orphan seemingly lost in the word, you had no one to rely upon and you felt as though no on loved you.
  • When joining Overwatch, you were reluctant, you wondered how you’d transition, how people would accept you, would you even be able to make friends? ; but all that changed when you met Genji, he too was an outcast, half man half omnic.
  • You couldn’t help but feel like the both of you were two peas in a pod
  • Reminiscing on the memories, you suddenly realized how much Genji had really helped you and how much he really meant to you, he was someone you held near and dear to your heart; you … love him.
  • You gasped as your hand abruptly covered your mouth, your face was beat red and your was heart beating out of control; you love him! 
  • You love him… the idea of that honestly terrified you; you were in way going to risk loosing him over something as meaningless as your feelings. Being beside him like this.. was more than enough, right?
  • After training the next day, you, Genji, and Zenyatta meditated together in your normal spot, only today was very different, your concentration was lacking and all you could think about was Genji. 
  • You imagined yourself confessing your feelings to him and him rejecting you without an explanation. This made you feel not good enough, the thought of the both of you being together was nothing but a dream; you bit down on your lip and tried to ignore the pain in your heart
  • “Why are you crying my student?” Zenyatta questioned, confused quickly brought your hands up to your closed eyes. Opening them you were met by stream of tears; you felt extremely embarrassed at the moment noticing Genji staring directly in your direction.
  • Quickly whipping them away with your hand, you smiled at your master and reassured him it was nothing. “I’m just tired today, I think I’ll retire early” you said before standing to your feet and exiting.
  • Genji was worried for you, he wondered what had happened and if anyone had caused you any pain or worst was it him; Zenyatta soon placed a hand on his apprentices’ shoulder.
  • “Go to her, you are but the only one that she needs at this moment. Let your true feelings reach her,” he then smiled and resumed his meditation. Genji leaped from his sitting position and followed after you; you were alone outside, walking around HQ enjoying the moonlit night.
  • As much as you tried to fight it, your tears were unstoppable, you were crying about seemingly everything: you cried for your dead parents, you cried for not being good enough, but mostly you cried because you knew in your heart Genji would never accept you.
  • “Why are you crying?” Genji asked, now behind you, his voice was soothing and your heart fluttered
  • “It’s nothing,” you smiled, trying your best to fight your feelings , you turned away from him ready to walk back inside, but he stopped you. His soft grip was now on your arm, his face plate was off, and his eyes were staring deep into you.
  • “Please do not lie to me” he said softly, slowly bringing you into an embrace, he held onto you for a long time, “Whatever it might be, just know my opinion of you still stands.”
  • Reluctant but left with no choice, you told him your truest feelings and how much he really meant to you. Waiting for your rejection, Genji’s face lit up as he lifted you into the air “I can’t believe you love me, its like a dream come true!” he cheered
  • Placing you down onto the ground and with one swift motion placed a soft kiss upon your lips, pulling back he looked at you and smiled “You’re the first women I’ve ever truly loved, to hear that you feel the same fills me with explainable happiness. I promise to treasure like the precious gem you are”. 

bruises // brett talbot

summary ; the kitsune inside of kira is dangerous and y/n, brett’s girlfriend, gets the bad end of things during a fight. however, brett is there immediately to help his girl out. [030916]

warnings ; violence, swearing, angst

word count ; 2.1k


stay safe + ily🌪

“Stay together,” Brett ordered you and Lori; the two of you were on shoe hunting duty to find the beast. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry and his eyes held concern for the both of you. You both nodded, agreeing without words. Looking over at his sister, you gave her a girl’s look and she nodded, instantly knowing that you had to talk to your boyfriend alone before the two of you left.

Taking a step towards Brett, you had to stand on the tips of your toes in order to loosely wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “I’m going to be fine, we all are.” You reassured him, pecking his lips softly.

“Just follow Scott’s plan, and if anything happens or if anything goes wrong, scream or shout or do something and I’ll find you.” He promised, you didn’t need werewolf senses to tell that he’d been on edge and extremely anxious from the minute the three of you arrived at Beacon Hills High for the charity lacrosse game. He was worried about the both of you, but he couldn’t help that his worry for you was higher because you were human. His sister had claws and the power to heal almost instantaneously- she could protect herself, you, however, didn’t have any of those privileges since you were only a human.

Nodding, you smiled and pressed your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Good luck out there,” You mumbled against his lips then pulling away, giving him one more reassuring smile over your shoulder before jogging over to Lori.

“Hey, Lor?” Brett called just before the two of you began searching for the shoes with Parrish’s blood on the sole. 

“Look after her?” He nodded over towards you, his concern to keep you safe had always been one of his top priorities.

Lori nodded, “always do!” She called back, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you playfully rolled your eyes, a grin playing at your lips despite the supernatural situation at hand.

You waved to Brett as he walked onto the field to put Scott’s plan to use. You and Lori walking in the other direction- under the bleachers. You began searching, walking up and down and checking every person’s shoes; it had just gone half time when you had finished.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you and Lori joined back together, the two of you shaking your heads to signal that nothing was found. “What now?” You asked her as you both started to head back to where the game was commencing.

Then suddenly, you got shoved to the side by Kira- who was muttering things in a different language. You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing at Lori who seemed just as confused. Scott came over to the both of you, him nodding in the direction that Kira had stormed off in with an angry scowl attached to her face.

“Go,” He mumbled to the two of you and you were confused as to why you had to follow her, you thought she was on your side. But nevertheless, Lori grabbed your hand and rapidly pulled you towards the entrance, trying to stay hot on Kira’s heels. 

You didn’t even know that Lori could speak another language and she was your best friend, so when she burst through the door and started having a conversation with Kira- both of them speaking what sounded like Japanese, it surprised you; you looked between the both of them, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape.

You didn’t know what was being said, but Kira definitely sounded angry, then before you could say anything or intervene, she threw her bag onto the ground and flipped her lacrosse stick around, smacking both Lori and yourself in the face in one swift move.

You yelped as you were then knocked back into the wall with a thud, you heard Lori growling from next to you as she hit Kira back, shoving her into the trophy cabinet; the glass shattering and skittering to the floor.

“Oh god,” You muttered, standing up from the cold hallway floor which you were just shoved down onto. Kira jumped up, the said angry scowl on her face had morphed into an outraged glare and you gulped, stepping back a couple steps as she neared the two of you.

Kira’s attention briskly left you and fell onto the growling, eyes lit and blazed, Lori.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, Lori was thrown with great force into the door of the girl’s locker rooms; the door snapped off its hinges and Lori tumbled to the floor with a groan.

“Lori!” You shouted, your chest heaving and eyes wide in shock, as Kira snatched your best friend up by her collar before smashing her back down onto the floor, knocking the werewolf out cold.

Kira’s eyes darted towards you and your breath hitched in your throat. She mumbled something venomously in Japanese and then began heading towards you, the glare in her eyes now a fiery rage.

“Kira, wait a minute, let’s just talk this out, yeah?” You stumbled back as she continued to stomp towards you. When you realised that she was stopping, you turned and sprinted down the hallway. You were only human, going up against a thunder kitsune would be an extremely stupid decision.

Although, you didn’t get very far as Kira swiped your legs out from underneath your feet using her lacrosse stick. You hit the ground with a groan; the wind momentarily getting knocked out of you.

Rolling over, you kicked Kira’s knee hard and she jutted back slightly: giving you enough time to stumble back to your feet and block a punch coming from her but the second time, you weren’t fast enough and it sent you back onto the floor with a bleeding nose.

“Kira, stop!” You tried to get through to her again but you just didn’t know what was up with her. The two of you had a friendly conversation earlier today and now she was determined to beat you bloody.

The kitsune’s grip on her lacrosse stick came undone as you kicked her in her elbow: blocking the hit. The stick fell to the floor and you went to reach for it but she kicked you in the stomach and you cried out, your body sliding back and slamming into the row of lockers because of how hard she kicked you.

Coughing up blood after the impact, you struggled to get back on your feet but as Kira turned to pick up her lacrosse stick, you had enough time to stumble up, wincing in pain. She turned back towards you, roughly pinning you back against the lockers by your throat and you yelped, your head pounding as it hit the metal lockers.

Your breath was coming out choppy, your chest heaving as you pried desperately at her fingers which were closing in around your throat, barely having enough oxygen to hold on.

Her supernatural grip was too difficult to pry away so instead, you kicked your leg into her stomach as hard as you could and she yelled out, tumbling to the floor and you barely had time to run in the opposite direction before she was up and after you again.

You felt her smack you around the head with the metal handle of her lacrosse stick and you cried out, holding the side of your head in pain as unstoppable tears leaked from your eyes.

“Kira! Stop, please!” You shouted as she shoved you into coach’s office, slamming you into the cluttered desk which you flipped over and landed on the floor with a thud and a pain induced sob.

Your body felt like it weighed a million tonnes as you tried to get back on your shaky feet but as you did Kira jumped over the fallen desk and kicked you in the side; you fell back onto the floor with a cry, hitting your head against the corner of the wall.

She made her way over to your bruised and beaten body, blood everywhere, she wields her lacrosse stick as if it were a katana, bringing it down on your temple with a battle cry.

“Brett,” You croaked out loudly, you knew he said to scream if anything went wrong but it went so badly wrong that you couldn’t even do that.

Kira spat something you didn’t understand, her eyes now glowing a fiery orange, you tried to block one more punch but all the energy had been drained from you and the blow went to your stomach.

“Brett!” You cried out, doubling over in pain before using what’s left of your strength to shuffle away from Kira but she held you in place by your throat, digging in her nails as you gasped, her other hand readying herself to bring the metal end of her lacrosse stick down and into your stomach.

Then, before she impaled you with it, a deafening roar sounded throughout the room, so loud that the walls ultimately shook and the echo remained for what seemed like forever. Your head lulled to the side to see who it was, then, noticing the glowing, golden eyes of your boyfriend, relief instantly filled you.

Scott and Lori came in soon after and Scott grabbed Kira off of you by her forearms, roars and shouts coming from the other side of the room but you paid no attention to it. You smiled weakly as Brett ran over to you, placing his soft hands on either side of you face and examining your injuries.

“I’m okay,” You coughed out, nodding slightly at him but he just shook his head in anger before getting up and turning towards the now-normal Kira, his eyes glowing in fury.

“What the hell did you do to her?!” He yelled, acrimony laced in his tone, his fists clenched tight down by his sides. “You hurt her! You fucking hurt her! You knew she has no healing abilities, she’s just human and you hurt her! Learn to fucking control yourself!” His voice powerful in the small office, a growl in the back of his throat, threatening to escape.

“Brett, it’s okay, I’m alright.” You croaked out, wincing, you bit your lips to hide it as you slowly sat up; you leant on the wall behind you to steady yourself.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m so sorry (Y/N).” Kira apologised before her and Scott walked away, completely unharmed.

Brett ran a hand through his hair anxiously before quickly making his way back to you, wrapping his arms around your shaking, bruised and bleeding body. Your face in the crook of his neck as you wound your arms at tight as you could- which wasn’t very tight -around his waist. 

“Thank you, I’d probably be dead right now if it wasn’t for you.” You whispered to match the comfortable silence in the room.

He shook his head, his eyes closed tightly, you knew he would blame himself, “I should’ve been here earlier, then you wouldn’t be so hurt.”

“It’s not your fault, seriously, don’t think that. You saved me and I love you.” You told him as sternly as you could, but it came out slightly slurred, the aching pain that accumulated over every inch of your body slowly starting to take its toll. 

Brett just sighed, his eyes filled with concern for you, lightly pressing his lips to yours so he wouldn’t hurt you. “I love you,” He mumbled, his forehead against yours before wrapping one arm around your waist and the other under your legs, pulling you up and into his arms; he carried you down the hallway and towards his car in the parking lot. 

Your head still in the crook of his neck, you pressed a small, sweet kiss to his collarbone, letting it linger for a while before he carefully placed you in his car and then placing a gentle and loving kiss on your forehead just as sleep slowly started to take over you. It had been an incredibly long day, you thought.


soulmate | ii

— angst
— getting rejected is a possible event for soulmates who meets for the first time, but once that happens, no alternate gets exchanged. You only have one soulmate for life.

He sighed heavily as he ended his words of hatred for you. The cafe was silent, besides the sounds of the coffee being made and orders getting taken. You stayed frozen in your seat, staring at the space in front of you as you tried your best to not shed a tear. You pursed your lips together, and suddenly, you find it hard to swallow your hurt feelings.

It took you a minute to try and refrain yourself from crying, before you took the courage to look up to Baekhyun. He still looked furious, and it shook you even more.

“I can’t even stay in here, being in your presence makes me sick. I don’t want anything to do with you.” He sneered, before turning around to walk out of the cafe.

You looked down to your necklace, the beam on the sphere slowly dimming; meaning once someone gets rejected, their sphere turns black and it will never turn white, unless you contact a certain witch.

You spoke up, halting him to a stop. “I didn’t know meeting your soulmate was a crime. I didn’t know this would happen, you know? I came here to read, not to cry. At first I wanted to experience what it was like to meet your soulmate for the very first time. Everyone around me seemed to found their significant other and I got jealous, but I never showed it, because I know that one day my significant other would meet me. I never thought this would happen, I had high expectations. I thought you’ll be happy to see your soulmate! I was happy too, until I saw you have a girlfriend.. I never thought this would hurt, getting rejected by your significant other was not on my bucket list.. Have a good day.” Tears streamed from your eyes and you couldn’t even wipe them yourself as the feeling he left you was all you could endure.

Slowly, your necklace’s sphere turned black, a sign that you don’t have a soulmate, neither does he too.

Baekhyun stayed in his spot, unmoving but felt ashamed. He couldn’t look at anyone in the eye, the whispers and glares came from people made him shrink in his spot.

You stood up, leaving your half-drank drink and stormed out of the cafe, your heart left in pieces.

Baekhyun stayed standing for a couple of minutes before he hesitantly walked out of the cafe, no word left his lips as he kept his head bowed in shame. He looked down at his necklace and sighed. It was now black as night.

He didn’t know what to do.

But he found himself sitting at the porch of his home, alone and sad. The soulmate rejecting was affecting him, and he didn’t doubt that you were probably crying.

Crying because of him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Baekhyun? You dumbass.” He muttered as his hands came up to tug hard at his own hair. He didn’t notice himself that a cry already left past his lips, then came the unstoppable tears that streamed from the corner of his eyes.

He knew she would be his significant other, the person he’d spend his whole life with, yet he did such a wrong thing.

Now he knows, he’ll be spending his whole life alone from now on.

Nothing; Tom Holland
  • pairing: reader x tom holland
  • warnings: swearing, angst, just really sad honestly
  • words: 2100+
  • summary: yes, tom loved you but he knew he could no longer make you happy and i think that’s the part that killed him the most
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You slammed the door behind you, not even thinking about the fact that Tom was only a few steps behind. At the same time he opened it to enter the house, you reached down and took off the heels you put on a couple hours prior.

“Please calm down,” he asked, raising a hand in front of him. The daggers you were shooting him were beyond scary and Tom knew he’d be on the ground if looks could kill. You kept eye contact as you whipped the shoes towards the closet, not caring that he was standing directly beside of it. He jumped out of the way before he got hit and took a few strides to stand in front of you.

Before he could grab your arm you turned around and started to walk towards the bedroom. Tom followed behind, not even attempting to reach out for your hand because he knew there was a good chance he’d get slapped. 

You slammed the door yet again and locked it before he could step inside, but you didn’t go anywhere. You leaned against the wooden surface and slid down until your butt hit the floor, bringing your knees you to your chest.

Just on the other side of the thin barrier, Tom rested his head against the door pounded his fist against it once. You could hear the sigh that exhaled through his lips but you remained silent. The last thing you wanted right now was to talk to him, much less see him.

“[Y/N], come on.” His voice was soft but you knew the anger inside of him was boiling up. Tom was an overall nice person but he had his moments. Never in public though, it was always at home when he would let everything go. You feared tonight you’d see that side of him again. “Hear me out.”

“Fuck off,” you yelled at him, and you felt the door vibrate under the weight of his fist again. You knew he wouldn’t punch a hole through it but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared.

“I don’t want to fight with you.”

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Time - Jack Avery

A/N: Recomended from the prompt list #15: “I don’t need you anymore” I decided to make this a sad one to balance from all the cute and funny ones I’ve been making so saddle up.

Summary: you and Jack had been inseparable for years, being best friends since elementary school until now, where you were 17 and he was 18. His career was just taking off, and he was becoming more distant.


“Hey boys!” You cheered as you entered the WDW house, your second home.

You heard a chorus of grunts come from the living room as you set down your stuff. “where’s Jack?” You questioned, peeling off your jacket and laying it on the counter, sitting down across from the 4 boys who had obviously just had a feast.

Daniel lazily pointed in the direction of his room and you nodded, standing back up and making your way down the hallway.

“Hey Jac-“ you were cut off by a shirt hitting you in the face. “What the hell?” You laughed, pulling the peice of cloth off of you face, your smile dropping instantaneously.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. You watched the stressed boy run from each end of the room like a chicken with his head cut off.

He stopped in front of you and tugged on his hair in frustration, “packing” he sighed, your eyes widened and you shifted. Trying your best not to get too heated too fast, knowing that both of you were really impulsive.

“Why are you packing?” You whispered, trying to read his face. After all these years, you still couldn’t break down the wall to his emotions.

“Because Y/N!” He blurted, you flinched at his sudden volume, his eyes softened. “We’re going on tour in 3 days”

You felt yourself grow pale, screw your patience. “What? You never told me you were going on tour Jack!” You stood up from your spot and took a step closer to him. You didn’t know what to feel, happy that he was going on tour, or sad that he was leaving or hurt that he was going to leave without telling you.

He went back to what he was doing, you balled your fists. He knew that him not giving his full attention during a conversation was a pet peeve of yours. “I don’t need to tell you everything Y/N-“ You cut him off by grabbing the pair of shorts out of his hand and making him look at you.

“Yes You do Jack! I’m your best friend-“ he cut you off by pulling the shorts back.

“EXACTLY Y/N! You’re my friend, you’re not my girlfriend and you’re not my mom!”

It was almost as if you had gotten a blow to the stomach, all the air was knocked out of you, but you stood your ground.

“We’re You really going to leave without telling me?” Your voice came out as barely a whisper.

“I don’t see what the problem is.” He didn’t even look up at you, you swallowed your tears as your mouth swung open.

“Don’t see a problem- Jack we’ve been best friends since 3rd grade! And your just going to leave without telling me? You were just going to leave without even thinking about how I would feel? After all this time-“ You were cut off again.

“Time! Exactly, you keep on bringing up time but the truth is, time is growth, people grow apart Y/N!”

“I-I don’t understand what you mean.” You shook your head and shoved your hands in your pockets, the tears finally falling.

Jack let out a grunt before grabbing your shoulders, looking you straight in the eyes.

“I mean, I don’t need you anymore! We had a good run but we’re growing up, we can’t hold onto the past forever and to be honest, I don’t want to.”

The words were stuck in your throat, you didn’t know what to say. Your best friend just told you that he doesn’t want to be your best friend anymore, everything had come crashing down in a matter of minutes.

“I-I, Okay” was all you could get out, the tears were unstoppable as you pushed the boy away from you and ran out of the room. You raced down the hall to grab your stuff, the other 4 boys stopping their conversation to look at you, Jonah darting up from the couch.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked, You shook your head, not being able to speak through the sobs leaving your mouth.

You grabbed your Jacket and bag before turning to leave, but Jonah grabbed a hold of your arm, turning you around to face him.

“Hey,” his eyes were soft and concerned, “talk to me.”

You let out a shaky sigh, and wiped your tears “J-Jack doesn’t want to be friends anymore, a-and I want him to be happy so I’m l-leaving. Good-d luck on your tour guys.” You pulled you hand away from Jonah’s and ran out of the house, not looking back.

This whole time you thought time made your friendship stronger, but it turns out, time was your worst enemy.

Drivers Ed | A Peter Parker Imagine

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Peter Parker x Reader (another request by the lovely and kind @signethatsmelol based on the gif they submitted which is shown above)
Words: 2,010 words
TW: n/a
Spoiler free

   "Where are we headed?“ You asked as you clicked your seat belt securely over your body. The idea of driving off into the sunset with Peter Parker was actually a really pleasant idea, and so when he did not respond to your question you didn’t really notice. You were off in dreamland thinking of holding his hand while you cruised around Manhattan, during slow hours of course. 

    He was fumbling with his keys. He had broken a little sweat on the rim of his hairline. His hands were almost shaking as they reached for the ignition. You set a hand on his and gave him a curious, and worried, look. 

    “Are you alright?” You pondered, rubbing his hand gently to ease the nervousness. For Peter, though, it didn’t really help and only made the softest pink blush rise in his cheeks. He shook his head.

   "I’ll be honest, this is only the third time I’ve driven a car, and the past two times weren’t really very successful.“ He admitted, eyes looking down at the steering wheel. You beamed. 

   "Oh no, Peter! You don’t have to be ashamed. I didn’t pass my drivers test the first time. It took me almost a year to get the hang of the traffic in these streets. All the pedestrians and the sudden break checks New Yorkers love to do. Don’t worry!" You we’re so bubbly and so happy because you were about to help Peter out, and if you got it just right it could turn into a potential date. "Can I just ask… why did you say we should go for a drive if you can’t really drive?" 

    He looked up at you sheepishly. "I wanted to impress you by taking you to the Empire State Building." 

   "But you can’t drive.” You smiled as you spoke, happiness creeping into your tone. “I could’ve just driven us there…" 

   "It wouldn’t have been the same, (y/n). I wanted to do something special for you.” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but you were still touching his hand, and your face was looking right at his face and he knew he was almost ripe as a tomato.

   "Peter Parker that’s the nicest thing anyone has tried to do for me.“ You were being honest, and if you really wanted to spill you wouldn’t have minded just pecking his pink petal lips right there and skipping the whole formality of a date or an extended interest in a romantic relationship. Instead you say back in the seat and undid the seat belt. 

   "Where are you-” he started to ask, but you were already out of the car and walking around to the driver’s side back seat. “(y/n)?" 

   "Lean forward, please.” When he did you pulled the headrest out of the seat so that his soft, curly hair was all you could see. “Are you ready?" 

    "For what?” He asked, turning to look at you from the corner of his eye, but you were right there and the tips of your noses touched. Peter turned his head swiftly so that he was facing forward. You caught a whiff of his shampoo and wondered if he chose the smell himself because it was wonderful. “I’m going to teach you how to drive.” You said in a triumphant tone. 

   Peter hesitated. You already made him so nervous he felt like he was sweating through his shirt, and when he drove the last time he wrecked the vehicle badly. No one was hurt, and he really needed to use the car, but it made him feel terrible that he’d ruined something so expensive. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, turned to face you a little more, but spacing himself away from you just a little bit. 

   "Of course I am.“ With that he leaned back in his seat and went to put the car in drive, but it didn’t shift. "Pete…" 

   "Yeah?” He stayed rigidly still. “You have to turn the car on.” You hinted, trying not to laugh.

   "Oh, yeah.“ He turned the key and the two of you listened as his Aunt’s old beater roared to life. Well, more like sputtered and gagging for life. It immediately started smelling like oil inside the car. "It’s supposed to do that." 

   "No, it’s not…” you laughed and he joined in with a chuckle until you set your chin on his shoulder and then he completely froze up again. “Peter, it’s alright. I won’t bite.”

   "That’s… not the problem here…“ his voice petered out until it was a whisper. 

   "So what is the problem?” You asked as you turned your hair so your nose touched the top of his ear and your lips brushed the skin inside the rim. He shivered and sat forward so forcefully the car rocked. 

   He looked you square in the eyes and tried to wish away the hottest blush he’d ever felt before in his life, and he’d been surrounded by actual burning fire. Literally all around him attempting to burn his skin off, but this was hotter. 

 "Don’t do that.“ He was very serious, something you hadn’t really seen from Peter before. 

    You sat back and threw your hands up in a shrug. "Okay! Okay…" 

  Peter turned to face forward, readjusted himself on the seat for a while while you sat back and enjoyed the air conditioning on this boiling afternoon. The two of you had planned hanging out today and maybe grabbing s hot dog from a street vendor, but when you met Peter outside his apartment, he was standing with car keys in his hand and a smile so bright it could melt Antarctica. 

   Once he settled you leaned forward again, but not right against his ear. "Are you ready, Princey… throne to your liking?" 

   "Yes.” He was all business. 

   "May I set my chin on your shoulder?“ 

   "Yes.” Cool as a cucumber, until you actually did it, and then he had to clear his throat. To his un-surprise, you smelled amazing. Something from Bath and Body Works you’ve had for months just trying to wear down do you could get new perfumes. Your cheek soft against his as you softly turned your head to assess the traffic situation. 

   "Turn your signal on,“ he knew what that was. "Turn your wheel.”

   He turned the wrong way, which is an honest mistake because some cars are like that. 

   "Other way,“ you corrected and he turned accordingly. "Give it a little gas. Just enough to get you out of this spot and into the lane." 

   He nodded and went a little too fast, but caught himself and slowed down enough to correct the steering wheel so you were going the right way down the road. Sure it was ten miles under the speed limit, and cars were starting to honk, but he was doing well. You cruised along the road, he sped up accordingly and handled the car really well. It was silent other than a pen rattling in one of the ac vents, but it was calming. Even with the honking and jaywalkers happening constantly. You tilted your head more toward his and leaned a little bit into him. It was so nice to be having this moment. 

   "Red light.” He said. You smiled and hurried from the back seat to the passenger seat so you were sitting next to each other. “Hello again!" 

   "Hi! Long time so see!” You joked along and then the light was green and Peter started on the gas. What you didn’t realize was that a 40,000 pound semi truck was barreling down the cross-way street at a speed too high for them to downshift in time to stop. You were facing Peter, you couldn’t see it, and you were laughing so you couldn’t hear it very well. You were focused on his smile, his jaw. The way his fingers curled around the steering wheel, so when he slammed on the breaks and shot a hand out to stop you from flying out of the windshield you shut your eyelids and watched your entire life flash before your eyes. 

   When you opened them again, the whole world seemed to be standing still. You were alive, and safe, and Peter had stopped the car in time. He had stopped the car in time, and also, held you back from even more pain. How had he held you back though? The propulsion rate mixed with your weight meant you should very well be hurt right now, but you weren’t, and Peter hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for a second. 

    “How–?” You looked outside Peter’s window to see the semi had been pulled over by police a few blocks down, he pulled over on the next block. “How did you know the truck was coming… I. I should be injured right now but you stopped the car… how did you stop the car so fast? How did you hold me down? I’m not wearing a seatb elt. How did you do that?" 

   "Adrenaline rush, probably.” But he turned away from looking at you, but his hand across the top of your chest hadn’t moved. You looked down at his arm and he pulled it back gently so as not to touch you any more. He was lying, but right now you didn’t care to bother him about it. “You okay?" 

   "I’m just, flustered. Is all. Not you though. Not because of you. I just-” you turned to face him and there were tears in your eyes. “I don’t mean to be dramatic Peter, but you saved my life." 

   "You’re not being- ” he undid his seat belt and leaned over the center console to hug you. He pat your hair softly, tucked his nose into your head to breathe you in. You closed your eyes and grabbed onto his bicep, which was surprisingly muscular. You tried not to think about it too much so that you could enjoy this hug. “You’re allowed to feel this." 

   You nodded and tried not to get snot all over his midtown sweatshirt. Your tears were unstoppable though and they made two little wet spots on his shoulder. After a moment of him stroking your hair and you taking deep breaths, you pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were tender, and soft. You wanted to stay parked on the side of the road forever just looking into those dark brown eyes. 

   He thought yours were magnificent. Shiny and glossy, like a perfect marble that held the secrets of the stars. He brushed back a few stray strands of hair from your eyes to rest behind your ear. Grinning softly, Peter licked his lips and began to lean in. You didn’t hesitate before leaning in and letting your lips touch just slightly.His lips were so soft, and warm, and yours were teh same. He wanted to have courage to deepen the kiss, and you wanted to take the chance yourself, but you didn’t. Neither of you did, you both let the kiss be just enough for a faint sound to arise when you pulled back. 

   The blush on his cheeks was so warm you could feel it from an inch away.

   "I think we should call this driving thing a quits for a while and go get a slice of pizza or something.” You suggested, letting him dab your tears away from your cheeks. He nodded and smiled. 

   "That sounds like a perfect idea.“ He agreed. 

   Peter hurried out of his side to open the door for you, taking your hand to help you out of the car. He held your hand all the way down the few blocks it took to find a place you wanted to eat. He held the door open for you, and waited until you were seated before sliding in across from you in the little booth by the jukebox. Your feet rested against his the entire time, and when he drove you home you didn’t think it was only the fourth time he’d done it.

New rules (Shawn Mendes imagine)

Authors note: argh guys long time no see, but I’m back with another new imagine. Fanlly I ran away from ‘writers block’. Send me requests or opinions!

Pairing: Y/N x Shawn Mendes

Words: 1509

Note: This imagine is inspired by Dua Lipa’s song “New rules”

Talkin’ in my sleep at night, makin’ myself crazy

When you fall too deep in the hole of feelings - you feel like you’re about explode, thinking every night if you should finally admit your feelings or no, but mostly it makes you go crazy that you start talking to yourself at night out of nowhere. Asking questions to yourself what kind of game you two playing or just mixing another big bomb to break each other more.

And here I am – no different, falling deeper and deeper to my close friend Shawn. When we meet, I always hiding myself under shadow. It became natural habit since the day when we both hooked up without even planning. Our head were filled with alcohol and intense music making our bodies blend together. The heat between us was irresistible, it felt like we both having feelings for each other, hoping that maybe from this accident everything will change in better way. But I fooled myself with hope.

My love, he makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else

But my love, he doesn’t love me, so I tell myself…

Being with Shawn always made me feel like I’m in home, he made me feel like I could do anything to this world. And I never felt like this before and I was too scared. But Shawn showed to me instantly, that we should forget this night and not bring up. Maybe this wasn’t the thing that hurt me the most, but another words made my heart tear up.

“I’m sorry, but I never meant this to happen. I’m not saying that you were bad or anything, I just” he ran his fingers through his brown hair. “I just don’t have any feelings for you and it just doesn’t feel right”

After that day, these words kept playing and playing with my head, making me go crazy again. While these words couldn’t let me live calmly, I made decision to move away from Shawn. It felt like this is the rightest decision that I can make.

One, don’t pick up the phone

Day after day I started more and more to ignore his texts and calls, until one day with all my strength and broke heart I wrote him ‘I don’t wanna see you or even hear from you, Shawn. I can’t handle myself under the shadow anymore, but stay focused on what you love, I never wanted nor I want something bad to you.” After that message, he still wrote me asking me why I act like this or if this was his fault. But the answer was right in front of his eyes. I didn’t answer, so he started to call me.

You know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone

With each day, it got worser, than I thought it would. From the heart break and endless calls from Shawn, I started to look like a mess. Even more questions filled my head – is this what love is for? To make you feel like a mess? I was feeling alone, but so did Shawn. Few friends told me that he started to drink too much and he was always alone somewhere. They said that he would even ask weird questions loudly without even noticing it. I couldn’t believe it was me who wrecked him or should I say – we both wrecked each other to pieces. But I tried to convince myself that he was the only one who did that, because there wasn’t any similar feeling towards each other. He never loved, he never loved in different way.

Two, don’t let him in

After one month, he started to come at my door, knocking and leaving letters. I always wanted to throw them away or even burn it, but I never did. I was too weak to do this, so I put them all in little box.

It was so hard to not let him in, seeing everytime his tired figure, from doors little hole, made me irresistible. I would always catch myself unlocking door, but I would pull myself together. Everytime few deep sighs would leave my mouth, while I tried to calm down myself.

But one time I miserably failed.

It was casual Sundays evening, making myself comfortable on the couch. But suddenly I heard knock on the door, thinking that it was my friend who said she would come at my place to have a sleepover. I slowly stood up from the couch and made my way to the door. Since Shawn didn’t come anymore whole week, I didn’t even bother to see if it’s him. But when I opened door I saw masculine figure standing in front of me with another letter.

I looked up and it was him. His damned brown eyes, his damned face who once was my favorite dream, but now it became my worst nightmare. He flashed at me small smiles and looked down at the ground. While I was standing completely frozen, feeling eyes water again.

“After all this time, you finally opened door for me” he tried to joke, but it didn’t work for me. “Could I come in? We haven’t made things clear between us”

“There is nothing we should talk about, Shawn” I felt sadness transforming to angriness again.

But Shawn just sighed and walked past through me, like he would when everything was more than fine between us. I closed the door and went to the living room, where I found him leaned on couches backrest, looking around the room until he realized that I’m already here in the room.

“You never told me why you left me” He looked me straight in the eyes.” But I figured out by myself and I want you to listen to me.”

“Listen to you? I’m not sure if I can even do that” If he would say anything hurtful for me, I wasn’t prepared for another heart break.

“Please listen to me and if you won’t like what I said you can forget me, I’ll be gone” You definitely could see begging in his eyes, but I couldn’t say anything it felt like something was stuck in my throat and I couldn’t talk. “I felt like everything was tearing down after we hooked up, because I’m sure that we both could feel intense atmosphere between us. And I know that It was my fault, I shouldn’t have said it. I was afraid of losing someone so important to me. I didn’t noticed hints from you and I’m sorry. But the truth is that I was sure about my feelings, when you left. You throw at me challenge who wrecked me more than you can think.” I saw his face expression changing and his voice cracks became stronger. Few tears rolled down my face, but after them the tears become unstoppable. I felt warm fingers whipping of my tears, I looked up at him and closed my eyes. “I’m sorry” I heard soft voice.

“I don’t want to be with you, if you’re just saying this to make me feel better. There is nothing more horrible than to love person who doesn’t love you, while you’re giving all yourself.”

“If I would say this just to make you feel better, I would’ve gave up after one week. Give me a chance, give me a chance to make you feel my feelings for you” He pressed my body to his. Without even feeling I pressed my head to his chest and wrapped my hands around his torso.

“I’ll give you a chance, but I don’t want you to feel any pressure” I sighed.

“There is no such a thing as pressure, when I’m with you, I’ll make up to you, just give me some time” His warm hands cupped my face and pressed his forehead to mine, making me smile again. When I felt his perfume, it warmed my heart. I was finally again in home, which piece by piece made myself feel better.

Suddenly I felt warm breath against my lips, making me lean forward.

“Are you sure? I know you need some time too, Y/N” He said, circling little circles on my back. I thought about the kiss twice and asked myself if I really want to do this. But I knew that I wanted this for too long that I could resist, maybe I will break my new rules, but my lips are craving for him and I can’t stop myself. So I just nodded to him and he leaned into me. It felt like that night – when our lips blended so well together and bodies were craving for each other touch. Suddenly he deepened kiss making my hands come up to his neck.

After our kiss broke he looked at me again, making sure that I didn’t regret this. I just smiled at him softly and pecked his lips once more.

“I promise, I’ll treat you better, Y/N” Shawn said pulling me into tight hug.

“I know, everything is in the past right now.”


Requested: Yes. “Hey, I just want to say I LOVE your writing. I’m not so sure if you’re taking requests, but if you are, could you do a dark x Reader where he stumbled upon a young girl and becomes her imaginary friend but goes away as she gets older and comes back when she’s in like college and gets in trouble and dark saves her and then it’s really fluffy”

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Darkiplier/reader

A/n: I absolutely love this girl! She’s so nice! Thanks so much for the compliment friendo. Requests are still open! and I went a little overboard with like 2,162 words so, sorry! Also the ending s pretty crap.

Originally posted by boopymooplier

           You giggled as you chased the butterfly down the street. For a girl that was only six, you had a tendency to wander away from the safety of your parent’s supervision. You couldn’t help it, you were just curious about absolutely everything! Especially the pretty orange and black winged creature that taunted you, flying mere inches from your fingertips. You didn’t want to hurt it, just have it sit on your fingertips for a moment. Soon the butterfly flew higher until it eventually went beyond your line of site. A frown formed on your young face for a moment before you became distracted by another thing.

          Graffiti littered the brick wall of a building across the street. So you quickly ran across to get a better look, after looking both ways of course! Your parents taught you well, after all.

            “Pretty!” You whispered to yourself. The tag had many different colors that complemented each other, allowing the tag to seem as if it was floating a few inches from the wall, but even that couldn’t hold your attention for long. You couldn’t help but wander down the alley when you heard unfamiliar and hushed voices. Once you had reached the end, it really wasn’t that far - it was just a corner that turned to a dead end, you watched with curious eyes as a tall man in a dark suit talked on his phone. He sounded pretty mad but he still tried to keep his voice down. He said some funny threats, well to you they were funny. Kids always seemed to find violence funny.

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Just Breathe [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader has an anxiety attack and Lin is there to comfort her.

Word Count: 517

Warnings: anxiety tw (?)

A/N: this is a short one, something i needed to hear/read from someone, actually this is a really personal fic that felt necessary for myself. i know many of you also suffer from anxiety and writing this made me feel better, even though it was only for a few minutes; i hope it makes you feel a bit better too. Love y’all, guys.

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The air seemed non-existant. The tears started rolling down your face, and you didn’t know why… You weren’t exactly surprised though. You had anxiety since you were a teenager, but it has improved so much, specially since you started dating Lin.

You had a few nights here and there, where the attack would come out of nowhere. Combined with your messed up sleep patterns, anxiety could be a real bitch, but this was the first time it was happening with Lin sleeping right next to you.

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redartpanda  asked:

Fox!Hux prompt 1/?(hope you like it) Brendol finds out that the beautiful alien fox that he slept with gave him a child, and he's ashamed that Armitage isn't a 100% human but he needs an heir. So hi makes him hide all of his fox like features.

(cont.) Pinning his ears and shaving his tail, and he threatens to cut them off if someone sees them. And Armitage wants to keep them because it’s the only thing he has of his mama. But years later he’s not so sure he wants them anymore because he’s falling in love with Kylo, and he can’t let him see his “ugly” fox side. Seeing as his tail looks like that of a rat and his ears have painful wounds where they’re always pinned. And then Kylo finds out.

With a pained, sharp intake of breath through his gritted teeth, Hux lifts his uniform hat from his head and sets it aside quickly, reaching back up to the top of his head with both hands. It’s always tricky, removing the two little pins that hold his extra set of fluffy ears down to his head, easily concealed then by his hair once they’re down. He grimaces as they raise slowly, deciding to continue undressing himself as the numbness of his ears wears off.

When he’s only got his trousers left to remove, Hux hesitates, flexing his fingers by his sides, always dreading seeing his extra, alien appendage. After closing his eyes, Hux pulls off his pants and underwear, allowing his tail to sway back and forth with the natural life that it’s supposed to have. Hux turns his head, looking at its horrid appearance; shaved of all orange and white fur, it’s more like the tail of a disgusting rat than of the elegant and beautiful fox creatures that his mother was.

A monster. Unlovable, unworthy.

Hux growls, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, ready for his attention tomorrow. Now, he needs sleep, needs that escape from his miserable reality to escape to a dream world where he’s human, and where he’s desirable enough for Kylo Ren to return his admiration.

But then, Hux supposes, it wouldn’t be reality.

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Saved - Sam Winchester


Summary ;; part II of damaged. you promised sam that you would fix this. you stick to your promises.

Warnings ;; serious angst

Words ;; 1.9k

Published ;; 5th april, ‘17


Stay safe + ily🌛

If you weren’t filled with complete and utter fear and panic for what you were about to do, you would’ve snapped at the same ignorant nurse who did exactly the same as she did the last time you were escorted to Sam’s room at the end of the bland corridor.

You muttered your thanks to said nurse as she unlocked your boyfriend’s metal door with one of the many keys on her chain before slamming it open mercilessly. She rolled her eyes when she thought you weren’t looking, again, before making her way out the room with a huff. You would’ve made a snide remark about her attitude but when you entered the room, the realisation of what you were planning on doing made you go utterly silent.

Gulping away your nerves the best you could, you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. “Hey, Sammy,” A smile graced your lips when he turned to face you, his eyes gleaming at the sound of your soft voice. This time, he didn’t seem so adamant that you were a hallucination as a grin lit up his face at the sight of you.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out softly, relief rushing through his veins as he glanced over at you, immediately feeling better than before when in the presence of you.

You sat down on the squeaky bed and a quiet sigh escaping past your parted lips. “How are you?”

He stood up from the desk chair that he was previously perched on and joined you on his temporary bed. His tired and irritated eyes blinking slowly as he nodded, “Oh, uh, good. Yeah, good.” He stumbled over his words and you smiled sadly over at him, knowing without words that he wasn’t good. He seemed even more worn out and distressed than the other day when you last visited.

You gently took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with yours as you let out a shaky breath of air. Sam looked at you with worried eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in concern for you, the person he loves more than anything. “What’s going on, (Y/N)?”

You let out a quiet cough at his question, your eyes tearing up at the thought of doing what you and Cas had talked about. “I-um, I-I found a way to fix this.” You looked up at him and gave him the best smile that you could muster but when your bottom lip quivered slightly, you had to look away, encasing your lip in between your teeth and wiping at your (y/e/c) eyes to try and conceal your emotions.

“Really?!” His green orbs lit up with hope and you let out a sad laugh, but a wholehearted grin appeared on your lips at seeing Sam happy for the first time in too long. Sniffling quietly, your smile dissipating gradually before you cleared throat to begin your explanation but, when your breath hitched and you had to look away once more, he knew something was very wrong.

“What is it? Isn’t this good?” He questioned, bringing his other hand up to brush away one of the tears that fell from your waterline and slowly made its way down your rosy cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, it is.” You agreed with a mumble, your voice low and insecure as you let out yet another sigh accompanied by a timid shrug of your shoulders. “I’m just scared,” The crack in your voice was obvious. “But, I’m going to do it because- because I love you. And I hate seeing you like this. The world needs you, Sam. Dean needs you. Cas needs you.”

“(Y/N), what do you mean? What have you done? What’s going on?” Sam hesitantly let go of your hand before wrapping his arms around your body. You rested your head on his chest as his hand ran up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you.

The familiar sound of Cas’ wings rang through your ears and you couldn’t stop the sob that wracked through your body when his low voice called out, “Are you ready, (Y/N)?”

Sam’s arms tightened around you considerably as he gently rested his chin on the top of your head, his protective side showing instantly. “What’s going on, Cas?”

“(Y/N) has decided that she wants me to shift your visions onto her. She’ll be the one getting hallucinations of Lucifer. The consequences of this, are very dangerous. Shifting so many visions that are already developed onto her, well, she might not make it. It might send her into a comatose state but we’re unsure whether or not that will happen. She wants to do this, Sam, she wants to do it for you.” Cas explained, his eyes full of remorse. He didn’t want to do this to you, but you were definite that you wanted to do this to save Sam and so, he decided to be supportive.

You rose your head off of his chest slowly but his strong arms kept you close to him, nevertheless. You saw his jaw clench, his dark strands of hair falling in his face as he shook his head adamantly, “(Y/N), no. No way.” His words were firm unwavering.

“I have to. I promised you that I would fix this and this is the only way.” It was true, you had spent days upon days doing research to try and help him, you had visited a bunch of people who you prayed could help - only for them to come up empty handed for your problem, you had even made an attempt to make a deal to save him but no demon would negotiate with you. In the end, you only had one option left. Transferring the visions onto someone else.

You easily decided that no one deserved what Sam was going through and so, you chose the victim of the vision transfusion to be yourself.

“Forget the promise!” He snapped at you rapidly, his voice emphatic and loud before he took in a deep breath, composing himself for the sake of you. “Look, I don’t care about the promise. It’s not happening.” He told you, much softer.

You paused for a while, your eyes boring into his before you came to the conclusion that if you continued to gaze into his puppy eyes, you would do as he says and throw away your plan. You shook your head, looking away from Sam and letting out a quick but tough and prevailing, “Cas, do it.” You jumped up from the bed, making your way to your friend with a determined look etched onto your features.

“Cas, no.” Sam followed suit and swiftly grabbed your hand in his before tugging you away from Cas and back to him. “(Y/N), please. I can’t lose you.” His words were quiet and he looked down at you, his bottom lip jutting out slightly, heavyhearted.

“And I can’t lose you, Sam. That’s why I’m doing this.” You explained softly as you stepped closer to him when he processed your argumentative words, he knew you wouldn’t let up and so he let out a huff of air, clearly irked by your decision and the fact that he couldn’t change your mind.


“Cas!” You cut him off abruptly. You had made up your mind; there was no going back.

With one flick of Cas’ hand, Sam hit the wall on the opposite side of the room with a grunt, his eyes squeezed shut as he consistently struggled to escape out of Cas’ magical grip. You watched painfully, tears taking their trek down your cheeks as the angel stalked closer to Sam’s body, firmly placing his palm onto his forehead.

You stood numbly as your eyes followed the ribbon of black that ran through Cas’ veins as he gritted his teeth and clenched his free fist to temporarily conceal the nightmares within himself. Sam instantly started to look healthier and more aware of what’s going on around him, his sickly pale skin noticeably going back to its normal, glowing colour right before your eyes.

Cas let out a groan in pain, holding his head in his hands and that’s when you knew, you only had a few seconds left. Your legs carried you towards your boyfriend who continued to struggle against Cas’ magic up against the bleak wall; you gently took his face between your dainty hands, sniffling lightly as the unstoppable tears streamed down your face, the teardrops hitting the floor with a quiet ’tap’ as they reach and fall from your chin.

“I love you, Sam. Always,” You let out a whisper, looking up at his wide eyes that were filled with the unmistakable feelings of pure panic and fear through your wet lashes. You unhesitantly pressed your lips to his softly, your fingers running through his hair, for what you remind yourself to be, probably the last time ever, before pulling away gradually and taking a few painful steps away from him.

Cas’ shaky hand reaches up and does the same to you as he did Sam, his palm rested steadily on your forehead. You made an attempt to prepare yourself for the damaging pain but before you could let out a sigh shakily, the visions worm their way into your head and hit you, almost as if someone had actually hit you.

You stumbled back as an immense pain made its way into your head, you couldn’t conceal the gasping cry that escaped through your gritted teeth and clenched jaw, your eyes squeezed shut in pure agony. Tormented screams erupt in your head and quick, bright visions of hell flashed before your eyes.

But, before you could react to the horrors, your eyesight cleared up and reality smacked you in the face. The blinding lights seep in through your squinted eyes and you felt your knees bucking from underneath you. Your eyes catching a blurred glimpse of Lucifer standing in the doorway on your way down, his ankle was crossed over the other as his body leant against the wall, his arms folded and a taunting smirk written on his lips.

Sam managed to catch you in his arms before you hit the cold ground and pulls your limp body close to his chest once again. His breath coming out in ragged gasps and his voice frantic but sounds so far away as your head throbs profusely, “I’ll find a way to save you, (Y/N).” He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before flashing stars make their way into your eyesight. “I promise. I love you.”

“The things you humans do for love,” Lucifer sighs sarcastically, his body towering over yours with a sardonic smile plastered on his features. “Welcome to hell, (Y/N). We’re going to have so much fun.” His jeering laugh echoing through your head was the last thing you heard before the desolate darkness overtook you, dragging you down excruciatingly slowly.

And then, nothing.



anonymous asked:

Imagine (or short story your preference) about the Assassins' S/O getting kidnapped and when they get them back. Evie, Jacob, and Haytham included please!

A/N: I almost posted this without Haytham but I remembered at the last minute whew.

Altaïr: Would look very calm and composed on the outside but he’s inwardly scream for about 10 minutes. The only person he’d panic around about you getting kidnapped would be Malik since he’s Altaïr’s best friend. He’ll have to balance his assassins between going on regular missions and sending out some to find you, unable to go himself (as much as he wants to) due to his duties back in Masyaf. When he finally gets you back he’ll immediately pull you away from the assassins you came back with and would whisk you away to the bedroom. It’s only when you’re both behind the closed doors of your room he’ll break down, pulling you flush against his chest and almost crying because he was so scared that someone bad had happened to you. You’d need to lay him down and cuddle with him for the rest of the day until he feels better.

Ezio: The moment the news of your kidnapping reached you he was instantly on his feet and ready to go find you. But Claudia would have to stop him, saying that he has to stay here and look after the brotherhood. It would lead to an argument between the two before Claudia would shout at Ezio, saying that she’ll lead her own personal team to go find you, assuring her brother that she’ll bring you back safe and sound. Ezio would give up and stay behind while Claudia went and did her work. It felt like an eternity before Claudia finally brought you back home. When Ezio saw you he felt the urge to just rush towards you and hug you tight against him. But he held himself back, instead walking up to you and saying he’s glad to see you back safe and sound. When night falls and the two of you are in the privacy of your bedroom Ezio shows you just how much he missed you.

Connor: He would drop everything that he was doing and would get some of his best assassins together to go and find you. People would tell him that he couldn’t just leave like this and that the others would handle it, but he wasn’t going to listen. You were his lover and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go out there and find you himself. When he finally get you back he’ll be like a concerned parent, checking you over for injuries multiple times. “Connor I’m fine!” “I just want to make sure.” The other assassins would fine it cute how concerned Connor would be and chuckle off to the side at the sight of their leader acting like an overly worried parent. Once Connor, you, and the other assassins are back at the base Connor would go back to doing his work but would have you nearby, always within arms’ reach.

Edward: His blood ran cold at the news and he would scowl as he stood up and immediately got together a group of assassins to go find you. He’s lost enough close people in his life and there was no way he was going to lose another, he swears it on his grave. He’s like an unstoppable force, ready to tear apart anyone that stands in between him and you. When he finally gets you it’s as if he’s a completely different person, smiling at you while he checks to see if you’re alright. Once he’s sure you are he tells you to go ahead with the other assassins while he stays behind saying, “I have to deal with one more thing.” He’ll switch back to his murderous side and find the person who ordered you to be kidnapped in the first place and make him pay for doing this to his lover.

Arno: it was as if his entire world stopped when he was told what had happened to you. He wanted to go find you so badly, but he had to stay behind and manage the brotherhood. He got his best assassins, who were also his closest friends to go find you, trust them to be able to find you and bring you back to Arno. He tried to distract himself with his work but his mind would keep wondering back to you and he would almost suffer an anxiety attack at the thought of something bad happening to you. It tore him up inside, not being able to go and find you himself. Once his friends brought you back to him safe and sound he would wrap him up in his arms and pepper your face with needy kisses, finally relieved that you were okay. His friends would leave the two of you be, but not before tossing a few teasing remarks over their shoulder. It would cause you to blush and Arno to chuckle at you before kissing you again.

Jacob: The moment he received the ransom note he’d crumple it up in his hand and send out a message to his Rooks littered all over London to start looking for you. Jacob would go out and try to seek you out as well, an angry mess the whole time. He was going to kill the person that had kidnapped you, he promised himself that he was going to. Once he finally got word that his Rooks had saved you and were currently looking after you at one of the hideouts he would immediately go over there, and when he saw you there all he could think about was how relieved he was to see you safe and sound. All his anger dissipated in an instant and all he wanted to do was hug you and kiss you and say how relieved he was to see you safe. And he did. He didn’t care that he Rooks saw him in his moment of weakness (they didn’t think he was weak, they thought it was cute and were also happy to see you safe, they all greatly appreciated you as well) he was just glad you were okay.

Evie: Her brows would furrow when he found out that you were kidnapped, and for what? To get to her. She wasn’t about to let you suffer just because the two of you were lovers and would go find you on her own, not wanting to arouse suspicion around the others. She’d scour London in the shadows, trying desperately to find you, just make sure that you’re safe at least. She’d be so sneaky about getting you back, getting in and out of the place they were holding you with you in tow in a few minutes before the guards eve knew what had happened. Once she brought you back to the train hideout she would check you over for injuries and once she was sure you were okay would give you a soft smile and a kiss before saying, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Haytham: He’s so calm and composed the whole time, people can’t help but wonder if he really cares about the fact that his lover is in potential danger. He sets out with a small team to go find you and calmly and collectedly gives orders to go find you before splitting up with his team to go find you on his own terms. Once he located you he’d bring his team and take out everyone in the area, except the boss, who was none the wiser about what was going on before coming in the save you. After he’s sure you’re safe he’ll have you wait outside with the rest of the team while Haytham went to confront the boss. Haytham will leave the boss so damaged, so broken that he’ll think twice before putting you in danger ever again.


I am totally falling in love with this songwriter au, just imagining them making songs specifically for you just HSDJKFAH It’s might be very long since I can totally imagine being best friends with Daehwi! 

I hope you guys enjoy!! 

Originally posted by 3hwi

  • so you joined BNM mainly because you were a youngster who had decent singing but had these outstanding skills for coming up with a beat! 
  • so once you join bnm you meet the bnm boys who greet you warmly. 
  • you get close to each of them and they help you improve in each category. 
  • youngmin teaching you his rap skills and how to write raps. 
  • woojin teaching you how to dance better. 
  • donghyun teaching you how to play the guitar (you only really knew how to play the piano,) 
  • you get especially close to daehwi though. you guys become known as inseparable. 
  • you mostly got close to him because one time you caught him listening to one of the tracks you made and overheard him making lyrics to the track. you walked in like 
  • “you like my sick beats?” 
  • which would catch him of guard of course, giving him a heart attack. 
  • “you scared me y/n jeez.” 
  • this would make you laugh in response because daehwi’s reaction was really cute. 
  • “I like the lyrics you made for my tune though. I’m not that great at writing lyrics yet.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do an HC where MC loses something/someone close to her and the RFA + V + Saeran? Either by death or they like walked out of her life? Thank you! 😊

I wrote this about a best friend dying because that’s what first popped into my head. It… was really sad to think about what I personally would do if one of my friends died. I hope this isn’t bad. (F/N) = friend’s name

-He understands all too well what it’s like to lose someone so close to you
-You get a text message one day while you were sitting with Yoosung that your best friend had died overnight in the hospital
-You drop your phone as you begin sobbing relentlessly
-He’s right there with you when you find out. He saw the text, so he knew what happened.
-Yoosung was so shocked
-He let’s you cry as much as you need and as often as you need
-It will take time for you to get over it, so he’ll be right there the whole time
-He is hurt over losing your friend too. He was friends with them too, just not nearly as close as you were.
-So he cries with you, but puts you before him
-Over the next few days, while your depressed over it, he never leaves your side. Ever.

-He’s hurt over your friend’s death, but he is not nearly as devastated as you are
-The second you find out, the color drains from your face before you break down in sobs
-The second you collapse onto the ground in unstoppable tears, Zen holds you tightly in his arms
-You cry and cry onto his chest for what feels like an eternity
-He doesn’t trust himself to find the right words in this situation, plus he knows words won’t help much, so he continues to hold you, rubbing your back gently and shushing you in hopes to calm your painful sobs
-He hates hearing and seeing you in so much pain that he even sheds a few tears
-He had met your friend quite a few times. You’ve even taken them to his shows before
-You talked about them all the time, so he knows how much you loved them
-He can’t do much, but he will do all he can

-Like Yoosung, she knows what losing a loved one is like
-You call her in tears
-You had gotten a text that your best friend passed away about an hour ago and Jaehee was out at the time
-She rushes home immediately
-She knows that when she lost her parents, she needed someone to hold her and tell her everything would be okay
-But she didn’t really have that
-So she’s going to do that for you if it’s the last thing she does
-She does. She holds you as you sob your heart out.
-She cries with you too because she was also friends with (F/N). She loved them too.
-She does anything you need for you for weeks and weeks after until you’re back on your feet

-It was just an average day relaxing around the house while Jumin worked at his desk when your phone buzzed
-“Jumin, can you hand me my phone?” you ask him since your phone was beside him
-He hands it to you without looking at the text notification and goes back to what he was working on
-But then he hears your phone hit the ground
-He turned to you as you covered your mouth
-Hot tears began spilling from your wide eyes
-“Love, what’s wrong?!” Jumin panicked and stood from his desk, holding your shoulders
-Jumin doesn’t need to hear the rest of that sentence to know what happened
-Your friend had been in the hospital, so he knew that this must mean they passed away
-He hushes you and sits you on the couch where you proceed to sob into his chest
-He doesn’t leave you for the next couple of weeks, constantly comforting you

-He was in the living room when you poked your head out of the kitchen
-“….Saeyoung?” you called out. Your voice was weak and scared so he immediately rushed over to you
-“What’s wrong?” he asked as calmly as he could
-You only turn your phone to him so he can see the text for himself. The text announcing that (F/N) died.
-“Please tell me I’m just imagining this…” you say
-When he stays silent, you know you’re not dreaming. That’s when you finally break down and sob.
-You’re instantly in Saeyoung’s arms as you sits you down
-You cry into his shoulder, yelling in pain
-“___… shhh.. everything is going to be okay. Please, calm down…”
-He knows asking you to calm down is asking too much, but he can’t help it. The pain in your voice is killing him.
-He ends up crying too, both because of how broken you sound and because he knew your friend too. He was relatively close with them.
-After hours and hours of crying, you fall asleep in his arms. You were so tired from all of the bawling. Saeyoung was glad you were able to calm down enough to rest, but he knows that you’ll be depressed when you wake up. He promises himself and you that he won’t leave you until you are okay again.

-You came home earlier than usual one day which surprised V
-“____? You’re home already?”
-“Yeah…” your voice cracked out
-He could tell from your voice that you were crying, so he swiftly walked over to you
-“What’s wrong?”
-You sniffle a few times before you find the words. “(F/N) is dead… I got a call just a bit ago.”
-V almost felt his heart stop. He knew your friend. He was actually just starting to get close to them. You’ve always loved them, he knows that.
-“Oh…____ I’m so sorry,” he says before he embraces you gently
-You sob quietly into him, but he knows you’re holding back. He gently tells you you can let it all out because he’s right here for you.
-He cries too, but he does his best to hide that from you
-He holds you every time you’re sad after this. He will treat you like royalty until he can make you happy again.
-He misses (F/N) too, so you even comfort him when he is upset too
-You’ll both help each other recover

-Saeran isn’t very good at comforting people
-When you got a phone call that your best friend had died, you shut down and hung up the call
-Saeran noticed how visibly shocked and horrified you looked and he was immediately concerned
-Before he could say anything, however, you ran into your shared bedroom, shut the door, careful not to slam it because you know the loud noise scares Saeran, and lock it behind you
-Saeran is left in the living room, staring at the bedroom door in intense worry
-He heard you screaming and sobbing behind the door, breaking his heart
-He slowly and carefully approached the bedroom door and sat down in front of it
-He leaned his head against the surface. He listened to your voice screaming in agony. Even though it caused him excruciating pain, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you alone like this.
-Saeran lifts a hand and softly knocks on the door
-Your screams subside so that he could only hear hiccups and sniffles
-“____…?” He calls out quietly. “What happened?”
-There was silence, then he heard the door being unlocked
-The second he leaned off of the door, it opened to reveal your sniffling form
-“That phone ca-ll… they-they told me (F/N) is.. dead..”
-Halfway through your sentence, your body was overtaken with uncontrollable sobs once again
-Like I said, he’s not good at comforting people
-When he saw you collapse onto the ground hiding your face as you cried he was so heartbroken
-He wanted to help you but he didn’t know how
-But, he knows people usually need physical reassurance to calm down, so after a long internal debate, he slowly wraps his arms around you and leans his head on your shoulder
-You freeze a bit since Saeran doesn’t usually like physical contact
-You feel him start to rub your arm in a comforting way and hear him whispering “It’ll be okay…”
-Your lip quivered before you clung to him and let all of your emotions out
-He sits with you for the hours it takes for you to calm down, no complaints

Infinity Part 13



Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC), Park Jinyoung (GOT7), GOT7 members, Mark’s parents, Marika (Your friend), and other surprise characters

Genre:  Slow Build, Mainly Angst, Minor Fluff, Smut (on previous and future chapters)

Warning/s:  Angst, Minor Violence, Cursing, etc.

Length:     4,212 words

Plot:  You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities. You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or you will be forever alone?

A/N:  Enjoooooooooooooy~

You pulled away from your best friend’s embrace when you heard an extremely familiar voice from the front door calling out for you. Your whole body stiffened when you heard a body being thrown on the floor – along with multiple grunts and sounds of a fist hitting something.  You looked around and you’ve noticed that there is someone missing in the living room.

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