#MissingPiece

[daletraeng]

See the lyrics for the song “Missing Piece” by Vance Joy

[almost40ffs]

The cats found a piece of the puzzle that I stopped a year ago.. 😂😳

🤔🤫 I get the message/joke behind it, my little felines.

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𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 🧩𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞❓ . . . Leave your answer in the comments section below !!

[loveindeeair]

You are the magic, the missing trick 🌟

[janice858916]

Life is Uncertain

[himalayanpiedmont]

Guess the missing puzzle piece🤔⁉️ 📍: Hadimba Devi Temple

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[mart-singer]

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GUITAR INSTRUMENTAL COVERS

[cherry-robot]

#CyborgFairy also joined me on #KatuNews to promote the toy box..... #rip #Mia #LostArt #MissingArt #MissingPiece #MissingSculpture #sad (at Beaverton, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnr7_U5vEJv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[darkhoney666]

Love is a puzzle and I’ve never been the best at puzzles 🫠

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[janice858916]

Life is Uncertain

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The MissingPiece! Series Part Two: Cabin In the Woods - Luke Alvez x Reader

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The Missing Piece Series:

Part One: The Missing Piece

Luke was already bolting from the SUV before Tara pulled up in front of the Noah Billingham’s cabin. There were a thousand protocols he should be following but all he could think of was how much time they were losing, how much they had already lost. His SIG was in his hand, fitting his palm like an old friend as he strode towards the cabin with purpose.

Penelope managed to track this place down through the server that Billingham had been livestreaming your entire life to. Your landlord had been stalking you for years, installing cameras throughout your apartment so he could watch every single intimate detail. It sickened Luke to think about what he had seen, that those private moments between the two of you were fodder to fuel Billingham’s fantasy.

It was the move that finally triggered him. The fact he wouldn’t have the access to you anymore, that you were taking that step with someone else. It had ruined the carefully crafted narrative that the other man had constructed inside of his head. That’s why he had abducted you, he had wanted to turn the story he’d told himself into a reality. He wanted the full-on girlfriend experience, even if you were an unwilling participant.

The heavy door to the cabin was thrown open, bathing the rotting wooden porch in warm light. Luke’s gun was up when the silhouette appeared in the doorway, his finger tightening on the trigger.

It took his brain a moment to focus, to process what he was seeing. There was screaming and yelling around him, but he holstered his weapon anyway. He held his palm up as he approached the figure in the white blood stained, silk nightdress. The knife glinted in the light from the cabin, the stench of copper in the air. His dark eyes met yours, his voice low and soothing.

“Baby, I need you to put the knife down.”

Your hand trembled, your eyebrows furrowing into a frown as you stared on him. The knife tumbled from your grasp, clattering as it hit the slats beneath your bare feet. The screaming was still ongoing, the shrill cry of someone in agony. It took Luke a second to work out it was coming from inside the house.

“Are you hurt?” he asked you, maintaining the same tone as he took shaky steps towards you. His eyes were studying you, searching for scratches, cuts, anything that would explain the blood that stained your skin.

“I stabbed him.” You told him, despondently. “He tried…”

You couldn’t force yourself to say the words and Luke’s heart broke.

His strong, loving arms furled around you, drawing you into the shelter of his comforting form. You collapsed against his body, your fists gripping his plaid shirt tightly. You buried your face into his firm chest, inhaling his familiar masculine scent, pine and cedarwood. It washed over your nerves as you breathed it in.

The relief was imminent, touching you again was like having a rush of narcotics pursing through his blood stream. He clasped you tightly as his team darted past you and into the confines of the cabin. His lips brushed the apple of your cheek as he whispered sweet endearments against your skin. You felt so fragile right now, so exhausted, so dilapidated.

"Tell me that this is real." You breathed in that low, frightened voice of yours. "Tell me that this is happening, and I'm not still trapped in there, making this up."

It hurt him to hear the cracking of your tone as you struggled to comprehend the bridge between reality and hope. He wanted to go in there and end Billingham’s life for what he’d done to you but he didn’t because you needed him, you were the most important thing in his life and you needed him to be here and present.

"This is real, beautiful girl." Luke murmured as he cradled you close. "I’m here and this is real."

He closed his eyes as he held you, his fingers combed through your hair, a gesture that  he knew reassured and calmed you. His heart thudded against yours through the fabric of your clothes.

"I love you." You mumbled as you tilted your head so that you could meet his gaze. "I don't think I said it before you left."

"I know." Luke told you, his voice rough with emotion as he saw all the hurt that was fracturing you deep inside. "I always knew."

You had never looked so vulnerable, dressed a white silk nightdress that didn’t belong to you in the cold Washington night.  He stripped off his windbreaker and wrapped it around your shoulders, it dwarfed you, swallowing up your form completely. The scent of him clung to the collar, the lining still warm from his body heat. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders before guiding you back towards the SUV.

“Come on.” He murmured, his lips brushing over the side of your head. “Let’s get you somewhere warm.”

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