man this made my heart ache


open letter

summary: tell me how a heart breaks || bucky x reader || A N G S T 

warnings: sad sad sad sad saaaaaad

note: this is my entry for chels’ (@marvelous-fvcks) writing challenge! congrats on your milestone, babylove! My prompt was #14. “I’ve got you.” I hope you guys like this! And please don’t kill me for breaking your heart. Feedback is appreciated always. This is short and quite bad and I am so sorry.

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

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The next day, Shouyou returned to the temple.

There was no use in staying at the villa—not when Kageyama would be gone, and no one left there to fill the awful hole that seemed to have opened in Shouyou’s heart.

It was different, than all the times they’d said goodbye before it. Different even than the first time, when Shouyou had thought he wouldn’t be returning month after month, to tumble from the carriage doors and run straight to where Kageyama waited, always, for him.

It was worse now, having made up his mind to stay, but having no idea when Kageyama could return to him. So Shouyou came back to the temple, to wait. At least there, he had the people he’d grown up with. He had his duties. He could try, as best he could, to be distracted.

And, as little as it was, he was not wholly without news of his centurion. For Kageyama sent him letters, as often as he was able.

The first letter came in place of the carriage that would have usually arrived to bring Shouyou to the temple. It was delivered by messenger, and Shouyou was so eager to open the wax seal with Kageyama’s insignia that he nearly ripped the paper in two. He snuck away to a secluded corner where he could read undisturbed.

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get to know me meme ★ 1/10 movies ❥  atonement

Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.


Okay but this scene makes me extra emotional because

  • Bobby clearly loves his family even though he knows they’re plagued with problems
  • Bobby probably straightened out/grew out of his fuckboy ways/joined the force because he had a family to look after
  • Remember when I hated Bobby in seasons one and two because he treated Shelly like shit??? But then season three episode eleven fucking happened and it made me realize that Bobby grew the fuck up and became a better man for her and their daughter bECAUSE HE FUCKIGN LOVES SHELLY THAT FUCKING MUCH WOW
  • Becky’s turbulent relationship with Steve reminds him of Shelly and her shitty marriage with Leo, and it breaks his heart to see the cycle of abuse repeating itself through his daughter
  • Just……..the way he looks at them when they embrace????? They’re his girls and they mean the world to him?????? My heart aches???? I’m so sAD??? HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS FAMILY BACK TOGETHER AND HAPPY
  • And even though they’re separated it’s clear Bobby still cares for Shelly like did you see how heartbroken he looked when she ran off with Red????? And the way he and Becky exchanged looks like his own kid knows that he still loves her
    • That being said I couldn’t tell if he knew that Red is a bad dude but if he does that makes me even sadder because that would mean Bobby grew up and improved himself for her, only for her to fall back into her old ways - and it probably hurts him so much to see that she’s still trapped in a cycle of abuse and he can’t do anything about it and ugh wow I didn’t think I’d end up loving Bobby so much BUT HERE WE ARE
  • Someone please protect Bobby Briggs he deserves to be happy
Coming Back Home.

What am I trying to find right now?

Where am I going without rest right now?

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

info: park jimin x oc
genre: angst, smut, thigh riding, slight praise kink, idol!au, friends!au
word count: 3.7k
a/n: In light of recent events involving Jimin and his health, I decided to write this oneshot. 

“Teegan, I need you to come back home. Please.”

Jimin’s mom begged me, the crack in her voice giving away her state of distress. I immediately began to pack my things as soon as her plea reached my ear, dashing around my apartment, grabbing what clean clothes I could. It was a very rare occurrence for Park Jimin’s mom to contact me, period. Much less call, begging for me to come all the way from Seoul to Busan, without any explanation. This time, she didn’t need to explain.

The news had told me all I needed to know.

I knew what had been happening the past few days, I had seen it everywhere. There was no escaping the news stories, the fan theories and the official tweets from BigHit themselves. Park Jimin’s health was on the decline, and everyone saw it. They all saw him coming out of the airport, people helping him walk while he held his head, swaying back and forth. They saw him being surrounded as he tried to get into the bus, needing help every step of the way. They saw it all.

And that included his mother.

“I’ll be on the next available train, I promise. Don’t worry.” I reassured as I flipped my laptop open, quickly finding the website and booking the earliest departure.

“Thank you, Teegan.” she breathed out, relief washing over her words.

“I will be there by eleven tonight. I’ll see you then.” I swiftly ended the call, grabbed my now packed bag and ran out my front door, straight to the train station.

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I’ve been thinking…

I’m pretty sure no one’s gonna see this post. It will get lost in tons of other posts that is about shinee, or jonghyun but I don’t care. My intentions are not someone to see this anyways. I just wanted to write my feelings down to somewhere.

I’ve been thinking…

From the first moment I’ve heard about his death to now. I was SO shocked. Nothing, literally NOTHING has ever got me THIS MUCH shocked since the first day I became a part of the kpop fandom. I was so… surprised. It was so, so, SO unexpected. I couldn’t believe in my eyes. I couldn’t believe any of those titles that says he actually committed suicide. I still can’t… it feels like a bad, bad nightmare. I literally couldn’t know what to do or what so say. I went on twitter and saw that everyone has the same reaction as me, some were crying, some were screaming, some were mourning in silence, some were in denial, some were just accepting the truth and remained silent.

And the thing is, I wasn’t a big fan of him.

Yes, I only knew one of his songs. And for shinee, I only knew like 3-4 of their songs. I knew all of their names, and saw bunch of videos or interviews about them, but that was it. I knew, know, that they’re one of the biggest kpop groups ever. They were so special, so big, so loved, so famous. I was seeing them on social media everytime.

But his death, hit me so hard. It still hits me, up to this moment where I’m writing this down. I feel… empty. I feel speechless. I feel lost. You guys, it effected me so bad. Just like how it did to every other shawol.

But I’m not a shawol?

So I couldn’t understand why.


Why I was mourning this much for a man that I barely knew about. Why I was feeling like my life had been changed?

I thought the answer was just the fact that someone so kind, so talented, and so good decided to end their life, and left everyone behind. It’s a sad thing, right? It doesn’t matter which fandom you belong, it’s sad, devastating for everyone. A legend, leaving us like this, it made everyone so, so upset.

But I knew it was more than that. There was something else I couldn’t put my finger on.

And when I read the letter he wrote, my heart ached more and more.

But I couldn’t understand why. I was trying to name this feeling but I couldn’t.

So I was thinking about it. I tried to figure this feeling out. I kept looking at the posts and tweets about him and thought about everything all day.

And 5 minutes ago, I suddenly figured out why. The answer hit me like a truck.

I saw myself in him.

He seemed so happy. All the time. Whenever I saw him in a video, or in a photo, or on the stage.

He was smiling.

He was friends with a lot of people.

He saved maybe one, maybe hundreds of lives, with his voice and with his lyrics.

He was an inspiration for a lot of idols, for a lot of people, for a lot of fans.

He gained a lot of love with his sense of humour, with his personality, with his charisma. Right, god, he was so fucking handsome.

He was an amazing, talented singer and a composer.

He was an amazing idol, son, brother, friend, person.

He was always so energetic, he was making everyone around him laugh.

He was making everyone around him happy.

He was so normal.

He was so cheerful.

He was so full of life.

Everyone thought that, right? Everyone thought he was happy. Yes, he was going through some difficulties, but who didn’t, everyone said to themselves. Even he said this to himself. Everyone thought that it’s not that important. Maybe some didn’t even realise that he was faking everything. At the end, no one didn’t really take it serious, right?

Well, because he had everything.

We thought he had everything.

And he had.

Almost had.

Except the real genuineness.

He was forced to laugh.

He was forced to smile.

By himself. By people. By society. By the rules.

I fucking see myself in him.

I keep laughing, smiling, everyday.

I keep talking, making jokes everyday.

I keep acting normal, like nothing is happening inside me. Inside my head. I try to hide it, I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to show it.

I feel like I should do these.

Because I feel like I don’t have any right to feel like this.

I just smile to everyone, every damn time. Because I feel like I have to. I feel like I owe something to everyone, except myself.

I tell myself that I should stop exaggerating what I feel inside. I tell myself that some have more important problems. I tell myself that everyone feels a little depressive. There’s nothing special about what I feel. There’s nothing special about me.

I force myself to think about it like that everyday.

And it just hurts more.

And more.

And more.

I feel like I have the worlds biggest problems. But at the same time, I know that I don’t.

So I just lock the feelings inside my head. Yes, I keep doing that.

For the past few weeks, nothing makes me happy. I wake up every morning just for the night to come so I can sleep again. Time is just passing and passing and passing but I do nothing. Things that used to make my day doesn’t entertain me anymore. Nothing makes me feel alive. I can’t focus on anything. I don’t want to celebrate anything. I’m so bored; of doing the same things over again, of thinking about the same things over again. I don’t want to do anything. My smile keeps getting more and more fake each day. I don’t feel genuine. I don’t feel real. Well, in fact, I’ve never felt real… And as I keep locking the feelings up to my head, as I keep acting like nothing is happening, as I keep smiling even if I don’t feel happy deep down, the burden on my shoulders is getting heavier. And I can’t do anything about it.

And I feel so ugly. Everytime I look in the damn mirror I feel disgusting. I stopped eating. I know it’s unhealthy, I’m sick of everyone keep telling me that, keep telling me the things I know. But I don’t want to eat anything. I don’t want to think about eating. But at the same time, I can’t stop myself from thinking about eating. And I can’t do anything about it.

I lost my trust in people, in my friends. I lost my interest in them. I feel like everyone’s lying. It’s like everyone’s slowly withdrawing. I used to love being with friends, talking with friends, doing fun things with friends, hanging out with friends. Now I don’t want to see anyone. Any person being. Because being with people means acting all bubbly and happy all the time, although I never feel bubbly and happy inside.

Everything is just sucks. I’m suck at everything. I can’t do anything right. Sometimes people taunt me about it. About my stupidity. And I can’t do anything about it.

And you know what the worst thing is? You know what other people will say if you open up to them.

They won’t understand it. They will underestimate your problems. They will say that some people have bigger issues. They will say that you’re too young and inexperienced to hate the world. They will say that the sadness you feel is not that important, that everyone feels the same emptiness time to time, that it will just go away somehow. They won’t care about it. They will forget what you said to them 5 minutes later.

But I don’t blame anyone for this. This is what humankind is. We only care about ourselves. Our problems. Our pain. We don’t pay attention to the surroundings, then realise the value of something when we lost it. When it’s too late.

I lost the brightness inside me. I used to have a light inside me. But now, it’s just darkness. And I can’t do anything about it.

And there’s something I can’t decide:

I want someone to realise it. But they don’t. Is it because I’m too good at not showing the real me or they just don’t care enough?

But at the same time, I don’t want anyone to know how much pain I’m in. I don’t want anyone to ruin the darkness I have in me. I want to remain unhappy. I don’t know why, it’s weird, who wouldn’t want to be happy, right? Everything hurts, but I like the way it is. Cause I believe there’s nothing to feel happy about in this earth anymore. Don’t try to pull that “life is a special gift” shit on me because it’s not. Small things, hobies, people, dreams, they do makes us happy but that’s just an illusion. Mankind is so disgusting, selfish, stupid and ugly. Man, I can keep talking about how fucked up this world and society is but this passage is not about this.

Anyways, maybe I’m just tired of trying to be happy. I just let it be. Or maybe I don’t want to hear the things everyone seems to learn by heart in these days; some encouraging, supportive shit, then they will keep focusing on their own life and problems.

Don’t get me wrong. People around me are the nicest. I have the best family, the best friends.

But kim jonghyun had those too, right?

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for him.

I can understand him better now. He left millions of broken hearts behind, but he won’t be in pain anymore.

I kind of envy that.

You made me realise my situation better than ever kim jonghyun.

You felt like no one understands you.

I feel like no one understands me.

You felt so alone although you were surrounded by lot of people.

I feel so alone although I’m surrounded by a lot of people.

You missed the happy days. Happy memories.

I miss the happy days. Happy memories.

You tried to understand yourself but you couldn’t.

I try to understand myself but I can’t.

You felt like drowning.

I feel like drowning.

You tried to fight with the dark thoughts till the end, but they’ve won the match.

I’m still here trying to fight with them. I don’t know how to win either. I’m about to give up. I don’t know what to do. I just want some peace. I want to relax.

You felt like no one understands you.

But I understand you jonghyun, I understand you so damn well and it hurts.

The world is in pain because of the thing you did, but you wanted to do something for yourself just for once, didn’t you?

I understand you.

Living with this pain, with this darkness for years must be so terrible.

I don’t care about what other people say about you because you decided to end your life, because you chose the easiest way to escape.

I know it wasn’t easy.

You were so strong, kim jonghyun.

I hope you’re somewhere happier now. Somewhere that has the peace you have been seeking for.

I’m not a religious person. But if there’s an afterlife, or heaven, or something, anything like that, and if you’re seeing these;

Please know that I understand you. Someone understands you.

We understand you.

You’ve always been such an angel, but now, you became an actual angel. Farewell, kim jonghyun. Rest in peace.

This cruel world didn’t deserve such a good person like you anyways…

Rest in peace

Originally posted by nammminn

Starry Nights

Hulk x Reader
Bruce Banner x Reader

Request Prompt:
Hi!!! I’m also a huge banner fan and there are not enough fics about that beautiful angel. Could I request a fic about reader falling in love with the hulk first? Like reader runs into the hulk in the middle of no where but the hulk is very nice to her and pats her head and it becomes a regular thing to meet up at night and stare at the stars and just talk. And then one day she meets bruce and she’s like oH cute


Warnings: An F bomb, attempted sexual assault which is very vaguely written but I’m gonna mark it between some ********** so you’ll know when it starts and ends if you want to skip it.

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  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • Me: Well, Tamatoa hasn't always been this glam
  • I was a drab little crab once
  • Now I know I can be happy as a clam
  • Because I'm beautiful, baby
  • Did your granny say listen to your heart
  • Be who you are on the inside
  • I need three words to tear her argument apart
  • Your granny lied!
  • I'd rather be...
  • Shiny
  • Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck
  • Scrub the deck and make it look...
  • Shiny
  • I will sparkle like a wealthy woman's neck
  • Just a sec!
  • Don't you know
  • Fish are dumb, dumb, dumb
  • They chase anything that glitters (beginners!)
  • Oh, and here they come, come, come
  • To the brightest thing that glitters
  • Mmm, fish dinners
  • I just love free food
  • And you look like seafood
  • (Like seafood)
  • Well, well, well
  • Little Maui's having trouble with his look
  • You little semi-demi-mini-god
  • Ouch! What a terrible performance
  • Get the hook (get it?)
  • You don't swing it like you used to, man
  • Yet I have to give you credit for my start
  • And your tattoos on the outside
  • For just like you I made myself a work of art
  • I'll never hide; I can't, I'm too...
  • Shiny
  • Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough
  • Strut my stuff; my stuff is so...
  • Shiny
  • Send your armies but they'll never be enough
  • My shell's too tough
  • Maui man, you could try, try, try
  • But you can't expect a demi-god
  • To beat a decapod (give it up)
  • You will die, die, die
  • Now it's time for me to take apart
  • Your aching heart
  • Far from the ones who abandoned you
  • Chasing the love of these humans
  • Who made you feel wanted
  • You tried to be tough
  • But your armour's just not hard enough
  • Maui
  • Now it's time to kick your...
  • Hiney
  • Ever seen someone so...
  • Shiny
  • Soak it in 'cause it's the last you'll ever see
  • C'est la vie mon ami
  • I'm so...
  • Shiny
  • Now I'll eat you, so prepare your final plea
  • Just for me
  • You'll never be quite as...
  • Shiny
  • You wish you were nice and...
  • Shiny
  • Psychic: the fuck
Brick by Brick

SPN FanFic Drabble

Dean x Reader

490 Words

I have wiped the blood from his face now too many times to count.

I have dried his tears with my fingertips and kissed away his pain.

I have soothed him with gentle whispers and cradled him in my arms; but it’s never enough.

Dean hides himself behind a wall; erected brick by brick with each step he has taken. It’s built with blood and sweat, mortared with guilt, and sealed with whiskey. Its strength is immeasurable, its fortification unbreakable, but I’ve seen between the cracks.

Every now and then when he’s just about to break, I’ve caught a glimpse of something in his emerald eyes. Something that screams for help, begs for solace. He reaches out to me without a word, and I go to him just as silently, fitting my palm gently against his and locking our fingers tight.

At times that’s enough, just a squeeze, a simple touch to let him know he’s still here, still real; remind him that I’m still with him and on his side. Other times we’re not so lucky, and he pulls me close and lets the waterfall begin. His tears are always hot; as if memories of Hell have boiled his blood and pushed them to the surface. His pain bubbles out in choking waves that shake his strong shoulders and tighten his grip on me.

Those nights are the worst because I know there is nothing that I can do.

We fall together against the cool sheets of his bed and tangle ourselves together; arms and legs, chest against chest, quivering lips and stuttering breath. I hold him until the shaking stops and lay gentle kisses on his cheeks. I whisper across his lips how much I love him, and how brave and good and strong I know he is. I tell him of all the good he’s done and how proud I always am. I tell him of the world he’s saved and all the people who drew breath that day because of him. My fingertips trace infinity on his arms and long sweeping strokes down his back. I linger over his heart and try to feel it beat, steady and true.

On the worst nights, we’ll fall asleep like that; a broken man and the woman who can’t help. We wake with chapped lips and necks that ache from our locked embrace. Dean will roll away from me with a smile, shoving it all back behind that wall, resealing the cracks I’ve made with a joke and a wink. I know he’s not fine, but there’s not much more I can do, not until he asks. So I wait until the next brick falls, ready to try to patch him up, whether skin or soul.  

The day breaks, the moon disappears, the world wakes anew. Life moves on, the sun cuts its path through the clouds, and Dean Winchester braves another adventure, with me, waiting by his side.

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Love is a bittersweet false prophet,
a two faced sacrosanct god,
an idol whose altar I worship at.

It’s aching, longing,
tearing apart heart strings,
eating up galaxies inside me.

I chase it down with a shot of vodka,
and pretend it’s burning can drown out my love.

I know it’s just a mix of chemicals.
Human euphoria with man made drugs.

Just my brain telling my heart to get really fucked up,
and oh how I do, over you.
(and I do it a lot.)

Love is a cult,
and I’m straight in the fucking middle of it,
open arms, chanting hippie mantras.

I’ll carve my heart into a mandala for you,
I’ll sow you a tapestry of my devotion.

I’m in an open field and
you are the meadow grass swallowing me up,
carry me away, enfold me in your arms.

I am a flower and you are the soil,
I bloom and you eat me up.

I can’t help it when I see you,
hands are always reaching, wanting, longing.

I have to stop my fingers from curling around yours,
or dragging across the curve of your cheek,
the hollow of your neck.

I have to stop my head from finding your shoulder,
my lips from parting for yours.

Love is a preacher,
and I am the congregation under his song.
Oh lord, how I pray.

Love is a siren,
and I am the ship of men,
Oh sea, drown me today.

Love is the fucking sun,
and I am the planet in it’s love struck cosmic embrace,
Oh gravity, take me away.

Love is longing, reaching, wanting
and fuck oh god, 
You don’t know how bad I want to.
You don’t know how bad I want you.

—  when I make you laugh it’s not like when I make other people laugh, because I don’t still hear their voice in my dreams for weeks. 
A Blind Path Home, part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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Late Night Drive

Justin Foley x Reader

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why
Summary: Justin can’t sleep so his girlfriend takes him out for a ride. (requested)
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Justin Foley, and Seth.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse.
A/N: ehh

Soft snores emitted from (Y/N)’s plump lips, her hair covering part of her face and her pillow covered in drool. She seemed restful and the faint smile on her face showed she was having nice dreams that she’d surely forget in the morning.

Her peaceful slumber was disturbed when a sound came from her window, quiet and almost inaudible until it echoed throughout the room again, over and over until the girl sat up quickly in a defensive stance. Her eyes were wide but still showed how tired she was, her hair was sticking up in several directions and a side of her face was moist with drool which she quickly wiped away with the sleeve of the sweater she was wearing—or more precisely, her boyfriend, Justin’s sweater.

The sound of something clinking against her window startled her again and she stood up immediately before slowly pushed the thin curtains away to peak out. Everything was still very blurry as she was just getting use to being woken up so early.

She yawned and then looked out to see a figure standing there, the familiar letter jacket gave away who it was immediately and she felt her eyebrow raise in question before she slipped on some sweats and shoes, then made her way downstairs and outside.

“Justin!” She hissed, hoping not to wake the neighbors up as she had already gotten several noise complaints over the year and didn’t want the cops to show up again. “What the hell are you doing here at 4 in the morning? We have school in a few hours.”

When (Y/N) saw his glossy eyes that were red and his chewed nails, her heart dropped down to the ground and her shoulders slumped. Not asking anything yet, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close.

“My mom’s boyfriend.” Was all he choked out, voice raspy and she didn’t seem to notice the red markings on his neck that gave away what the man had done to him.

His fingers curled tightly around her sweater like if his life depended on it. It made the girl’s heart ache even more as she rubbed her hand soothingly behind his back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Do you want to come sleep with me? My parents are gone for the week on vacation.”

He ran his hand through his brown hair before shaking his head slowly, his gaze falling down so he didn’t have to look her in the eye. She lifted her hand and pulled his chin towards him slowly with a little reassuring smile.


Justin nodded immediately. Her fingers rubbed over her ring idly—one he had bought her—before she turned around back into the house, hugging herself as it was a little too cold for her to just be wearing this sweater but it didn’t matter to much because soon she’d be sitting in her nice little car with the heater on.

She returned rather quickly and unlocked the doors, allowing Justin to get in while she started the car. The engine roared to life and then she pulled out of the driveway and down the street, hands on the steering wheel and no destination in mind.

She turned her head to look at her boyfriend, he was leaned back in the chair, staring out the window with a relaxed faraway look in his eyes, hauntingly beautiful eyes. The marks on his neck became a little more visible in the moon light and (Y/N) had to grip the wheel to keep it from slipping in anger. If she could, she’d turn the car around and beat his step-father, Seth, senseless but that would only make it worse for her and Justin. Last time she had met the man, he had stared her down so much she wanted to cry, so fighting the man wasn’t going to work for her.

She turned slowly down a street and looked over at Justin again to much sure he was still okay, he smiled at her, but the corners of his eyes didn’t crinkle like they normally did when he genuinely smiled.

“I know this a stupid question, but, are you alright?”

Justin remained silent for a moment, his thumb tapping against the console of the car, slowly creating a rhythm in the car.

“What do you want to do after high school?” His voice sounded a little hoarse, and so delicate that made (Y/N) once again imagine Seth’s head bashed into the wall of “his” stupid house for touching her boyfriend like that.

“Um.. I’m think I want to be a Veterinarian. I’ve always loved animals.” She turned right. “What about you?”

His chest lifted up high before slowly deflating, a heavy sigh leaving his pink chapped lips as he shook his head and looked down at his shoes with a frown.

“I don’t know yet, hopefully I’ll get a sports scholarship at least, then I can figure it out.” He replied.

(Y/N) nodded her head and reached over go grab his hand, rubbing her thumb gently over his soft skin, the radio playing a soft slow melody while she drove down the street, Justin finally falling into a comforting sleep.

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Watching Logan hobble around like an actual old man broke my heart. That is Wolverine! THE Wolverine! The man that couldn’t be killed! When did his aches and pains start showing? When did his eyesight start disappearing? When did he start operating on a human level? And how much did it kill him each day to look in the mirror and see an old man? To know that the very thing that made him a force to be reckoned with, was killing him?

Rivals Title References

Over the past few weeks I’ve been re-reading umfb&mha to plan out obs&bh and I thought it would be interesting to write a list of all the times I’ve made a reference to the titles of either fic in the fics themselves. So for anyone who is interested here are all the times I could think of while doing a quick re-read (there may be more I’ve missed out but I think I’ve got most of them).

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Practice Buddy (pt. 4)

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Characters: Jungkook x Y/N, Jimin x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word count: 2.5k

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You were Jungkook’s best friend-practice buddy for his crush in college, but when you attempt to get into a relationship with someone new, Jungkook can’t help but to feel hurt.

“I loved you up until a few months ago,.. but not anymore.”

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Preserved In Pigment

Summary: The reader is visiting her husband’s grave and has a very heart-wrenching conversation with a broken man visiting the grave of his girlfriend.

Word Count: 1398

Warnings: Talk of death & cancer

A/N: So I’ve had this idea saved in my notes ever since the last few weeks of the semester (back when I had so many good ideas but no time to write) and I just needed something super emotional a few nights ago, so instead of going to bed at a normal time like a regular person, I made myself cry for, like, an hour while writing this. Anyway, this is set a few months after Jess dies, but it’s kind of an AU because she really did just die in an apartment fire and hunting isn’t a thing, so Sam doesn’t have any kind of outlet for his pain. He doesn’t have the revenge drive to kill the thing that killed her, because it was literally just a fire that killed her. So he’s just so lost.

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Tears pricked at the back of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “It’s such a gorgeous day. You’d absolutely love it, Hayden. The sky is that exact shade of blue that you were raving about in that shop in Florida. And there’s the one, perfect, bubbly, comic book cloud just floating across the sky. Though I guess you can see it, huh? Just from the other side.”

You stayed at his gravestone for a few more minutes before heading to the center of the cemetery. In the shade of an old oak, you sat down and pulled out your watercolors and paper. It didn’t take long to decide which bouquet of flowers you wanted to paint today. Someone had left Richard Flaherty a lovely bouquet of blue poppies, white lilies, and bright yellow sunflowers. Sunflowers had been some of Hayden’s favorites.

You got so lost in the paint, that you didn’t notice the man visiting a grave just a few feet away. Once you realized you weren’t alone, you tuned out his soft words out of respect and tried to focus on the painting again. After a minute or two, you saw him moving towards you out of the corner of your eye. As he got closer, you looked up from your art and gave him a small smile. “Hi.”

“Hi. Mind if I…” he motioned at the ground next to you and you waved at him to join you. Neither of you spoke for a long few minutes, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact, for two strangers who didn’t even know each other’s names, it was oddly comforting.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (Final Epilogue)

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Epilogue Chapter to conclude the WPWT Series, enjoy :)

No specific warnings for this epilogue series but I’ll keep the themes as they are just incase.

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Life after underground activities. (Conclusions.)

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7Part 8 Part 9Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16Part 17 Part 18 Part 19Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

Epilogues: Epilogue 1-BBH  Epilogue 2-KJD Epilogue 3- ZYX Epilogue 4- KJI
Epilogue 5-DKS Epilogue 6- PCY  Epilogue 7- KJM  Alternative Epilogue- PCY

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Word Count: 5,635

(Let’s just pretend Sehun is not in that GIF)

This is the last Chapter of this series, I’m so sad it is has ended but thank you so much for reading. You have all been absolutely amazing!💜

You felt sick and involuntarily held Sehun Junior closer to your chest as you looked around the familiar house. You felt sad and your heart grew dark and by the looks of it and the change in everyone else’s demeanour you weren’t the only who thought so. The house smelt rusty and the air inside was thick; almost suffocating. There was nothing but bad memories in here and suddenly you were ashamed that this was the house in which you had conceived your child. You wished it was at yours and Minseok’s home.

“I plan to burn this house down tonight. I’ve been wanting to do it for a while now. Burn away all the shitty memories.” Junmyeon sighed; looking around the house his face twisted into an expression of disgust as he wrinkled his nose. “But since for some miraculous reason we’re all here together…well that makes it better; all our worries will melt away together. But before we do that I’m calling for one last meeting in the board room.”
You frowned at Junmyeon’s words. Why did you all need another board meeting? What was going on now? Was someone else after all of you?

“Why?” Jongdae hissed, stepping in front of Junmyeon and pushing him in the chest. “I’m done with this lifestyle Junmyeon I want to move on! I’m not a fighter anymore!”

“Calm down Jongdae. I just want to talk.” Junmyeon breathed out raising his hands in defence and to show he wasn’t guilty.

“About what?”

“About everything. Everything we always wanted to say to each other but never had the chance or guts to. Everything that we’ve struggled with. I want to get all the negative energy out. We can let all the bad memories out and then burn it down with this house. Don’t you think we’ll all find some sweet relief after that?”
You blinked in the silence and looked around the hallway. Maybe Junmyeon was right; it would be like a therapy session specifically catered to all of your needs. One that would actually be effective. Only everyone stood in this house knew what had gone on and how exactly you felt and only you could bring peace to your own hearts.

“You’re right…To the board then.” Kris nodded; handing Ara his phone and earphones. Clearly he didn’t want her to hear any of what was about to go on.
You followed those in front of you towards the board; but stopped when you came to a dry dark patch on the carpet.

Sehun’s blood.

You felt your stomach twist as you covered your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stifle your sob. This is the spot that Oh Sehun had died. All because he was saving you and your baby. You felt so guilty; you shook your head as your vision blurred and tears streamed down your cheek.

“Stop. Don’t do this to yourself Y/N it’s not your fault.” A soft voice said from behind you; placing a hand around your waist. You turned to look up at Chanyeol as you wiped your eyes. “If it’s anyone’s fault then it’s my fault. If I had gotten rid of Luhan before Sehun even stepped in front of you then that stain wouldn’t be on the floor.” He breathed; his body stilling as he stared at the two year old blood on the floor.

“Well if I aimed right and shot Luhan instead of you then he’d be alive.” You pouted shaking your head as you looked away  from the patch on the floor. Chanyeol let out a heavy sigh as he looked down at you.

“We need to stop blaming ourselves. It will never bring Sehun back, besides it’s not what Sehun would have wanted. He always hated a sore loser, hmm?”
You smiled. Chanyeol was right. Sehun would probably be rolling his eyes and swearing at how soppy and pathetic the both of you were being wherever he was looking over you from. “Come.” Chanyeol gently wrapped his hand over your wrist. He dragged you into what used to be Kyungsoo’s room. You felt sadness creeping through your body as you looked at the wardrobe that you and Ara hid in on that dreadful night; the doors were still open. You looked over at the bed to see that the sheets were still hanging low from where you had successfully attempted to cover and hide Kyungsoo.

“I hate this place Chanyeol… I hate it so much.” You whispered looking around Kyungsoo’s room and a tear escaped your eye again.

“I know. So do I. And I will forever be sorry for dragging you into this, I never meant to hurt you Y/N I just never dreamed that there would be an ambush that night, I just thought keeping you close and taking you somewhere familiar would guarantee your safety but obviously I was wrong.”

You shook your head and let out a disgruntled groan.

“Stop blaming yourself for that Chanyeol please. I…I just….I missed you.” You pouted as you sank down to the bed, he sank down beside you and you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face he was so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You slowly turned to look at him. For two years you hadn’t seen your best friend. Admittedly he looked tired, but then again so did you.

“I missed you too…I missed you so much Y/N. My new job…I took so I could distance myself, but I realised that running away from the problem only made things worse and made me more confused. I should’ve been a man and faced it head on. I reckon that way I would have gotten used to ‘what is’ rather than living in my own fantasy bubble of ‘what could have been’. My heart has ached so much since I’ve been gone, but seeing you again now I feel like it’s gone and…” He leaned in slowly to kiss you softly.

“Chanyeol no stop. You can’t do that. I let you once but that’s it.”
He frowned but not at what you were saying in fact you weren’t even sure he was listening to you. He leaned in for the second time and kissed you again. It was slower this time and he gripped on to your cheeks with his hands; as if he was trying to suck the life out of you.
“Chanyeol please stop it, you have to stop. I don’t love you.”

“…I don’t love you either… what the fuck?…” He breathed. He was staring at you but he wasn’t really seeing you, his mind was elsewhere and you knew it. He seemed shocked and perplexed by his own statement.

“What?”You raised a brow.

“I mean I do – well I thought I did…but then I just kissed you I…I felt almost nothing. Well I felt something but it was so minimal. Last time I felt a wave of emotion and I didn’t want to let go but this time…I…this…” His eyes widened as he stared down at you baffled. “I can’t have lost feelings for you, this doesn’t make sense!” Chanyeol pounded his fist into the bed and he was angry which was confusing you, shouldn’t be happy that he was moving on?

“Why are you angry Chan? This is a good thing! You can move on, you can finally move on.” You smiled up at him and he stared at you blankly. “It will be hard I admit it. You’re still not 100% percent there yet but this is a great time to move on Chanyeol.”
His face was straight as he rose from the bed closing down the conversation.

“Let’s just get to the board, huh?”

You were all sat down once again in the glass seats around the marble table that you once adored so much. Now it made you feel sick. The room was pretty much empty. The cases of ammunition were no longer there. Junmyeon let out a sigh as he looked around the table and lowered his head.

“This isn’t the same without him…” He drummed his finger lightly on the marble table as everyone sighed in unison. At this point in time your son was bouncing on Yixing’s lap, you noticed that Yixing had a liking to children.
“Does anyone want to start?” Junmyeon asked, looking around the table.
Jongin raised his hand up slowly as he kept his gaze down on the marble table.

“Actually I do.” He cleared his throat and fiddled around with his fingers; this is the most nervous that you had ever seen Jongin he was normally such a confident man. “I…I didn’t want to see any of you ever again.” He paused taking a breath as he slowly raised his head to look at everyone pain and guilt evident on his face. “And it’s not because I don’t care about you guys, because only God knows that I love you guys more than myself. But… my life these past two years has been absolute shit. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to meet you guys because I knew you would have all amounted to something better than me. I’ve been in and out of jobs but currently I’m unemployed. In and out of shallow relationships. I can’t even count the amount of one night stands, I’m disgusted in myself.” He scoffed, looking down at his hands that were now resting on the table. “But the truth is I’m still hurt by how I felt you all treated me…”
You raised your brow wondering what exactly it was that Jongin meant by his final statement.

“What do you mean ‘how we treated you’” Jongdae narrowed his eyes as he shifted in his seat so he could get a better view of Jongin.

“After you all found out I was the Tell-Tale. You’ve all hated me since and I felt the shift. You all always say we’re family yet I felt so excluded from that point on. The only people that really gave me the time of day were Kris and Tao. Ever since that point you all accused me for every bad thing that happened in this house.” He swallowed hard as he let out a shaky breath.

Jongdae frowned.
“What did you expect Jongin? You never told us, you lied and kept something so big. You really expected us to trust you after?”

“I did it to protect all of you!” Jongin protested as a tear escaped his eye. “I had to pretend because that was the only way to speed the process up. And I thought Luhan was dead. If I did my fucking job properly then Sehun would still be alive. I know you guys must think about that, so there’s something else to add to the ‘hate Jongin’ list. It’s my fault he’s dead. I should’ve shot him in the head. I blame myself every day for Sehun’s death. I can’t breathe at night, it haunts me. I’m wracked with guilt.”

Kyungsoo shook his head from across the table.

“We never once blamed you for the death of Sehun Jongin that’s just all in your head. You need to let your guilt go or it will eat you alive. As for the Tell-Tale thing… yeah our suspicions were raised. We can only apologise for that but now we know it was never you and that means that our love for you is no less than for each other.”
Jongin’s eyes were red and his face was blank he looked far from convinced.

“Well for what it’s worth…I missed you…” Yixing said sheepishly making sure his gaze was on anything but Jongin. He cleared his throat acting as though he never said anything. Jongin’s eyes widened as he looked up at Yixing. For as long as you could remember the two men didn’t get on, they were enemies living in the same house to some extent. But it made sense that deep down they cared deeply about each other and shared a mutual brotherly love.

“Thanks…I missed you too.” Jongin mumbled, looking at his hands that were fidgeting on the table.

“Wow…that was weird.” Baekhyun snorted. “But since we’re laying out dirty laundry and shit… These last two years have been really hard for me. My job is good. I work at a hospital as a surgeon now.” He earned a round of applause from around the room.

“Wow, go Byun Baekhyun. You really made it in life huh?” Junmyeon smiled.

“Thank you Thank you.” Baekhyun bowed comically, making you giggle. You missed his humour. “But…” His face turned serious again. “It’s not as great as I thought it would be. I mean the pay is good and my colleagues are nice but all I can think about when I’m stitching up bodies is how I failed to save Sehun and my sister.” He swallowed as he looked up to the ceiling, trying to stop the tears from falling down his face. “And Oh gosh Kyungsoo I’m so so sorry. I have nightmares about it every night.” He looked at the wheels of Kyungsoo’s chair. “I’m so sorry Soo. I know you hate me, you must. It was intended for me not you.”

Kyungsoo looked down at his lap silent for a moment. Your breath was hitched as you could hear Baekhyun beside you crying.

“I did…at first. I hated you. I hated all of you. I couldn’t understand why you all had the luxury of walking whilst I was stuck in this blasted thing. But I guess I was just angry. I was angry that I was standing where I had been at the time of the attack but then I realised that if I wasn’t standing there then you would’ve died and so I guess in the end…paralysis is worth it. I was still able to have a child anyway so…”

“Wait you what?” Kris’ eyes opened wide as he looked at Ara in the corner of the room and then back at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s face grew red as you he tried to suppress the smile that was creeping up his face but he was failing tremendously.

“Sara…that woman I was ‘dating’ whilst in the house. We’re getting married next month…she’s pregnant.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Kyungsoo; a bright smile flashing on your face as you began clapping your hands together loudly causing Sehun Junior to turn and look at you from Yixing’s lap.

“Oh my gosh Kyungsoo congratulations! I’m so happy for you.” If anyone deserved it then it was definitely Kyungsoo. The boys clapped from around the table.

“So you got your charm on.” Minseok winked at Kyungsoo playfully causing him to blush. “Congratulations man honestly it’s the best feeling. I hope we’re invited to this wedding…”
Kyungsoo nodded as he looked around the table. Out of everyone he looked the healthiest; he looked as though he was glowing you were guessing that life was treating him well as opposed to Jongin who looked dull and tired.

“I work at a library. It’s quiet. Sometimes that’s a good thing but when I’m over thinking it’s toxic. I’m surrounded by books all day and it makes me think; why the fuck did you think it was necessary to read my diary that night?” Jongdae’s eyes were thin slits as he stared down at you; his lips were pursed together. You couldn’t believe that he still held a grudge about this.

“I was curious –”

“It said private and personal.”

“It was under the damn sofa.”

“That doesn’t make it any less personal Y/N. Gosh! You know it still irritates me ‘til this day why you thought it was necessary to snoop. Things I wrote in there were confidential, did you not respect me enough to reserve my feelings?” He was looking at you intensely but his eyes were sad and they made you feel guilty.

“At the time… no I didn’t care. You’re my least favourite man in this house and so I really didn’t care. Now though… I don’t think I would’ve done such a thing.” You looked down at your hands. You knew what you did was wrong even Yuna told you not to snoop in his things but you didn’t listen.

“Wait. You did that? Y/N that was wrong…” Minseok shook his head at you.

“I know and I’m sorry Jongdae I shouldn’t have done it.”

He let out a loud sigh as he rolled his eyes shifting his gaze over to Junmyeon.
“I didn’t want to see any of you again. I was convinced that I was coping on my own but now I realise I haven’t been… I’ve been so heartbroken for almost a decade, being without the woman you love for so long has such a crippling effect… I hated this lifestyle so much.”

Junmyeon knitted his brows together as he scrunched up his nose.

“Heartbroken? You were seeing someone?…” There was an awkward silence around the room as everyone waited for Jongdae to answer, clearly he had never told anyone about her and now you knew why he was so angry at you for reading his diary. You were the first to find out. Guilt settled deep into your stomach as you bit your lip anxiously.

“I wasn’t just seeing someone Junmyeon I was in love with her we were going to elope, granted we were young, yeah….but we knew what we were doing and we knew we wanted each other that badly. But then Genesis happened.” His face turned sour before lightening up again. “But after so many years I bump into her again today at work…and she’s just as beautiful as I remember. And now I’m so overwhelmed. I still want to run away with her she waited so long for me.” It’s as though the breath was knocked out of him as he suddenly stopped speaking.

“Give yourself some time to think about what you want Jongdae it will work itself out in time.” Junmyeon said concluding his speech for him. “Yixing…what about you?” Junmyeon looked over at him. He was still bouncing Sehun Junior on his lap and he was doing a great job at putting the boy to sleep.

“Uhh…me? Get everything out of my system right?” He asked anxiously and almost too quietly.

“Everything.” Junmyeon nodded, waiting for him to go ahead.

Yixing closed his eyes and took a deep breath before focusing them on Jongin.
“I feel as though I hated you for such a long time. I knew I saw you shoot at Luhan but you made it look like I was lying and had everyone but Baekhyun question my loyalty to this group. Obviously know I know why you did it but then I was blinded by rage and then Y/N came along…” He paused wondering if he should say the next part.

“Everything Yixing.” Junmyeon urged him again looking at him intently. You felt a knot in your stomach because you could feel just how awkward Yixing’s next statement was going to make you feel but you kept it in as you squeezed your hands together under the table. He took a deep breath and began to speak again.

“Y/N comes along and then you try snatching her from me. I was the first to bother speaking to her in this house with the exception of Chanyeol and I cared enough to invest some time into her and then you thought it was okay to just steal her away. I’m over it now…I have a girlfriend but it was the principle of the matter I felt as though you were always trying to rub me up the wrong way and I hated you for so long. But then Sehun died and I realised how much I would be broken if anyone died.” He let out a sigh and sat back in his seat. “So I’m sorry… for being so childish over these years.” Your eyes widened. You never thought you would witness the day where Jongin and Yixing called truce.

“Hug.” Baekhyun smiled, slamming his hand down on the table.

“What- no.” Yixing frowned.

“Come on just hug it out. Hug.”

“No Baekhyun.”


Baekhyun could go on for years if he really needed to and you all knew that this was the case so Minseok walked around the table lifting Sehun from Yixing’s lap. Yixing and Jongin both sheepishly rose to their feet and slowly walked towards each other.

“It was exhausting being mad at you anyway. You act like such a fucking Princess Zhang Yixing.” Jongin smiled pulling the shorter male in for a hug. They lingered a while. They looked as though they needed it.

“Alright. There’s need to get each other pregnant. Keep it PG and sit down.” Baekhyun joked as the two men broke apart returning to his seat.

“Right I have something else…not a complaint though… well I guess it’s a mixture of happiness and sadness.” Yixing breathed you noticed that his hands were shaking as he brought his eyes up to yours.
“I found my brother today… but he was in such a state. He’s blind.” A tear slipped down Yixing’s cheek as he looked down at his shaking hands. “He’s been living alone whilst blind… living in constant fear. I feel like such a bad brother, I wish I never had to leave him in the first place; maybe that way he’d still have his sight.”
You felt a sharp pang in your heart. You knew Yixing loved his little brother. The night in which he told you the story he spoke about him with such passion that you knew he was dedicated to him.

“Yixing I’m so sorry to hear that.” Chanyeol whispered. “But at least he’s alive and you’ve found him again. That’s the most important thing. You can both move forward with each other now.”
You smiled, Chanyeol was right at least Yixing still had a second chance it may not have been the way he pictured it but it was a chance nonetheless. Yixing nodded as he wiped the tears away from his cheeks and looked up at Chanyeol.

“You’re right. Thanks.”
There was a silence in the room before Tao took the opportunity to talk.

“Call me childish but I’m still hurt that you all suspected me as the traitor.”

“I mean I’m sorry Tao, but could you blame us. Your circumstance seemed oddly convenient.” Jongdae sighed as he gave him a weak apologetic smile.

“And I’m sorry for everything inconvenient I’ve ever done.” Kris piped up, looking down at Ara again to make sure he was okay. “Junmyeon I’m sorry for hating you for so long. When you saved Ara today… I just… Thank you.” You raised an eyebrow but you were sure it was a story that would be told another day.

“Chanyeol? Anything?” Junmyeon looked at him tilting his head on the side. Chanyeol looked awkwardly from Junmyeon to you as he cleared his throat and leaned forward in his seat.

“I uhhh nothing special. I work as a hotel tester the pay is amazing. Admittedly I did it to get away from everyone and everything…” He looked up at you. “I’m just glad we’re out of this mess and I’m sorry for bringing Y/N to the club. I feel like if she was never a part of this all it may have turned much easier and so different. I really fucked everyone over that night. And Sehun… If I got to Luhan sooner.”

“Chanyeol don’t.” You frowned. “Because that way it will make me feel bad for aiming at your foot and then it’s just starting this vicious cycle of blame all over again so stop blaming yourself. It was Luhan’s fault. He was the bastard.” You looked over at Minseok who was focusing his attention on Sehun Junior and trying to block out the mention of Sehun. You sighed. Maybe it was your turn.

“We’ve had such a hard two years. Minseok has been through a lot and I really didn’t know how to deal with it all. I really needed some help but I couldn’t find anyone to help me.” You let a tear splash on to the table not even trying to hide it. All the anger and pain had accumulated and was ready to be released. Chanyeol looked at you guiltily, he wasn’t there to comfort you when you needed him most and that was his job. “I had never seen Minseok act as crazy as he did after Sehun died and I was so scared I would lose him too. I was scared he would end his own life. It was so hard to cope but I hope we can all stay in touch and lean on each other…” Your voice began to falter away as you were trying to suppress a violently sob threatening to burst through your throat. “I know I met you in the most unconventional way but over time I learnt how to live with you all and I’m just hoping you’ll all be able to accept my son as your own.” You smiled weakly wiping your face dry as you let out a cough. Sehun had fallen asleep in Minseok’s arms now and he looked so peaceful. You hoped that was how he would always look. Peaceful. You prayed he would never have to experience anything close to what you had experienced.

“Well…” Junmyeon cleared his throat as he sat up in his seat; looking like a king amongst his subjects one final time. Staring at Junmyeon gave you a sense of hope. If he could make it then anyone could.
“I work for Genesis now; legitimately obviously alongside Senior. He treats me well now, he had his reasons for acting the way he did and now I kind of understand it all but I guess that’s a story for another day. These past two years have honestly be the hardest of my life I think of how many lives I’ve fucked up daily and I can’t get the image of Sehun out of my head and I know I’m the leader and everyone needs the leader; but nobody ever realises how much a Lion needs his Pride, how much a Hyena needs his clan, how much a Tiger needs his streak. I have needed you all so badly. I’ve struggled without you. I’ve had so many sleepless nights I’ve just needed a shoulder to cry on. But I…”  Junmyeon’s breath became heavy as he began crying and it really hit you deep. He had suffered for so long and nobody knew the extent of it.

“You know what I see when I look at you Kim Junmyeon?” Baekhyun said; his face was serious as he looked directly into Junmyeon’s face. “I see a fearless King who would do anything for his men and would fight to the death for them! Junmyeon you’re a truly exceptional man and you should never forget that.” There were grunts of agreement from around the room.

The board room.

The last time you would see this place. The last time you would have to remember all the terrible memories that were creeping and crawling within these walls. This was it. It was truly the end.
You let out a heavy breath as you  felt like a whole weight had been shifted from your shoulders and you could breathe easier again, although so much had happened you also had so much to be grateful for like your loving husband and beautiful son. Your best friend was back and now you had so many more friends to add to the list.

“Shall we?” Junmyeon stood from his seat as he made his way out of the room, you all stood up to follow him. It was finally time to bid this house adieu.

Junmyeon had covered the house with petrol from a keg that was in the basement and he joined you all outside with a lighter in his hand. All it took was to throw the lighter and that would be the end of it all. He did a final head count before he proceeded frowning as he turned to look at you.

“Wait, where’s Minseok?” Junmyeon frowned holding the lighter in his hand. You raised your arm up as if seeking permission to answer his question.

“I think I know where he is. Give me a second.” You walked back into the house and made your way up the stairs to Sehun’s old room. You knocked softly on the door and slowly turned the door knob to reveal Minseok on the other side sitting on Sehun’s bed clutching onto his bed sheets. His knuckles were white as tears were streaming down his face and his breathing was heavy. You shut the door quietly behind you as you took a seat beside him on the bed. He looked up at you through wet lashes and smiled; but you knew it was forced and it made your heart ache to see your husband in such a state.

“Y/N it’s been two years…but it’s just not getting easier. I’m so desperate to be okay. I thought I was used to loss but…I’m not.” He lowered his head into your chest and quietly sobbed. You brought your hand up to stroke his back as you kissed the top of his head.

“It’s not supposed to be easy Minseok but you learn different ways to cope. I’m here for you I know I can never really make it okay but I can help lighten the load. We have Junior too…he’s a ray of sunshine is he not?”
Minseok smiled, pulling his head away from your chest.

“Yeah he’s gorgeous. Like his mum.”
You laughed shyly. He still had that effect on you he still knew how to make you smile. You leaned forward and placed your lips on top of his; kissing him softly before pulling away again.

“We need to go now Minseok; and say to goodbye to this place forever.”
He nodded removing the pillow case on the pillow before rising from the bed.

“I just want something of his. I know I’ll never forget him, but I just want to be sure.” He scrunched it up and tucked it away best as he could in his back pocket as he exited the house with you.

“Ready?” Junmyeon asked as he did a final head count. Everyone was outside now.

“Ready!” You all shouted. Your eyes opened wide as Junmyeon threw the lighter towards the house, the trail of pretrol lighting up as though it were a domino effect. You smiled as everyone began to cheer loudly and you felt your worries and burdens melting away as you watched the house go up in flames ahead of you.

“I love you Y/N” Minseok bent down to kiss your lips and you smiled into the kiss, making it linger for a while.

“Get a room! Wait ‘til you get home to make another baby don’t do it in front of us and make sure you call it Baekhyun next time.” Baekhyun shouted loudly causing everyone to burst out into a fit of laughter. 

You were so happy that it was all over. Everything was over now you could go back to focusing on normal life.

“Guys one more thing.” Jongin said as you all began to walk away from the house. All of you promising not to look back at it as you walked on. “I’m so fucking hungry.”

Your heart relaxed as you let out a giggle; you thought he was going to say something much more sinister than that. You spoke up.
“Well then; dinner at ours? I’ll cook.”

“Sounds good to me.” Chanyeol smiled bumping into you playfully.

“Actually how about mine? I want you to meet Gen; besides I don’t want to leave him alone for too long. You can still cook though.” Yixing laughed as he felt into rhythm beside Chanyeol. You rolled your eyes but nodded regardless, you couldn’t wait to meet Yixing’s brother.
The walk back to Yixing’s house was quite long, but you didn’t mind because you finally had freedom and every step you took felt better than the last.

“Excuse me.” A voice from behind you called. Causing you all to turn around abruptly.
It was a woman you had never seen before; she was tall and her cheeks were chubby. Her hair was long and flowing and she was absolutely gorgeous. You looked around to see whom she was talking to but everyone looked just as confused. “You dropped this.” She walked up to Chanyeol and held a phone out to him. His eyes widened as he put his arm over his bum feeling his back pocket.

“Oh. Thank you.” He reached out for his phone. But his gaze lingered on hers as hers lingered on his.
You could tell by the way Chanyeol was biting his bottom lip that he was nervous and his face had turned a soft shade of red.

You knew in that moment he thought she was beautiful.

You knew that it would take Chanyeol a little while longer to get over you but it wouldn’t take much. You turned around and gave the other boys a look making them all walk on with you leaving Chanyeol staring blankly at the woman who handed him his phone.

“See you at Yixing’s Chan!” You called as you joined hands with Minseok straining yourself so you could try and hear what Chanyeol was saying before he was too far out of ear shot.

“Hi My name’s Chanyeol…and you are?”


“Dina? Nice name.”

“ So is yours… Chanyeol.”

The end.

Thanks for reading guys this has honestly been so fun and such a pleasure to write. I already have plans for my next fic so I can’t wait to write it.
Thanks for all of your support.

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Part 2: You’re Sam’s imprint and he’s not happy you’re so close to the other wolves.

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