#tw:break-in

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𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘,𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊

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Draken x Reader

After months of dating he cuts u off,because of Emma.U never want to see him again….

Tw:Break up,Crying,Toxic Masculinity,Fights,Emma being a B!tch (sry but i dont like her)

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He cut contact with u.Over text.It did not feel real at first but then u read his message again..and again.

“I’m sorry but we don’t work out anymore i found another girl”

These were his words.

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The message still fucked with ur head after two weeks and ur best friend suggested u should go onto a dating app to find a new one or to just distract urself from the heartbreak.

U were never the type for that but what did u had to lose,he found someone new and so will you.

And after a few days u found a guy he was two years older than you,looks cute,and he has a good job.You two agreed to meet after work and get dinner at a restaurant.

It felt good to get dressed up after so many of weeks of self pity and crying and losing ur self a bit.

U choose a short dress and a coat as ur date outfit and ur favourite designer heels ur feet will hurt a week after that but they looked so good on you so u said fuck it.

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He waited for u outside of ur office,he looked so good he was well put together and smelled good.

After u greeted him guided you to his car,it was a black super car which looked and sounded expensive.But u liked the change from a motorcycle to a super car that was a upgrade for sure.

The Restaurant both of u chose was a small Ramen Place owned by one of his friends.The ambience was traditional and cozy and the place was pretty crowded.

Both of u took a seat on the window and u started to talk till the waiter came and took ur order.He told u that he studied Sales Management abroad and that he was next in line to lead the company of his parents.He seemed sympathetic and had good manners.

As he was talking to you about his hobbies u heard a familiar voice next to you.As u looked at ur side u saw Draken there with a blonde girl they were not alone two blonde boys accompanied them.

U looked at them for a while till Drakens eyes found yours and u looked back to ur date who was still rambling about his hobbies.

The rest of the date was rather quiet u both ate ur food and talked a bit afterwards.Both of u wanted to go home so he went to the register to pay for both of u.

And so u were alone,alone with Draken and his new Toy.

U looked out of the window and stalked the persons walking past the Restaurant u were lost in ur thoughts.Till u heard ur Name form the table across from urs.

The blonde girl was talking about u and ur style that the dress was too tight for ur body type and that ur shoes looked cheap.U just looked at her with a death glare and then crossed ur legs so she could notice the red sole of ur expensive heels.

This Bitch had no taste in style or shoes,u thought in your mind.

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The date was good,and the guy wanted a second one with u.And u agreed to it next week at the same time.

U just fell into ur bed and exhausted from the whole day,when u heard the message sound of ur phone.

It was a message from Draken.

“Hey i saw u and your Boyfriend today,i’m happy u found someone new”

U then replied

“Hes not my boyfriend,and teach ur dumb blonde to not talk about people when they are at the opposite table.”

U saw the two Check marks turn blue and the three dots appearing and disappearing.

But u closed ur phone and went to sleep he could go fuck himself.

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“She did not mean it,do u want to meet up i wanna talk to you”

U looked at his text the next morning,what the hell he wanted to meet.He broke ur heart and now he wants to talk.

���Okay i have time this evening”

u texted back and he suggested that both of us meet at the park and take a walk there.

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The Summer air was getting chilly as u arrived at the park.U saw him already standing at the entrance.

He greeted u and both of u walked into the park along the lake which reflected the setting sun in its waters.

“So after Emma made those comments about u we had a big fight cause i said that she should not speak about u like that…it seems like…i still have feelings…for u.”

he explained to you in a calm tone.U just nodded and stopped walking.

“And now what will u do” u asked him.

He stood beside and just looked into the distance.

“I need to choose”he said.

“Its the blonde one hmm….” u say.

“Yes” was his response.

“Okay and why do i have to come here so you can confess ur feelings for her” ur voice sounded angry.

“Shes the love of my life,i just wanted u to know” Draken said calmly.

U nodded and then walked away.

Nothing could drown the love of him and her.

And neither could u.Or your feelings that u buried deep inside ur heart.

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[pulchinelle]

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╰┈➤✎˚₊· ͟͟͞͞𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Brianna Fortens

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌:Maddie Young (Hush)

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: Anna/ Bri

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: Female, she/her

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 19

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: 17th of May

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Taurus

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: light grey

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: palude green

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 160 cm

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: Land of Pyroxene (city of Florensia)

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: Asexual biromantic

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:

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-unseen parents

-Angus Fortens (younger brother,17)

╰┈➤✎˚₊·𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Brianna always had a natural talent for writing, and decided tobecome a writer. She published her first book at 16, and it became so famous she decided to drop out of school to dedicate herself to her books. She isolated herself from everyone, living in a cabin hidden in between the forest of her homeland, Florensia. Then someone broke in. But it was no regular thief, as he seemed far more interested in ending her life...

╰┈➤✎˚₊·𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

She is a an introverted person, always aware of her surroundings and incredibly cautious with the people around her. She doesn't trust almost no one , aside from very few people. She does give a few useful tips for school subjects, though that is impossible (to anyone outside finalium) thanks to her sharp tongue and tendency to push others away.

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╰┈➤✎˚₊· ͟͟͞͞𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: RSA

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Student, writer

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌: Finalium (@crestbaby )

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄: 3rd year

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓: History of magic

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁: ///

 

╰┈➤✎˚₊· ͟͟͞͞𝙀𝙓𝙏𝙍𝘼

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒:Writing, hiking

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: alarm noises, any mentions of break ins

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃: left

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃: homecooked Zucchini Enchiladas

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: cooking

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: Writing and coming up with creative stories

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒:

Lee (@/crestbaby )

She repsects her as her dorm leader, although her recklessness is irritating to her. She's generally on good terms with her, except for a few harsh remarks fromtime to time.

Edgar (@/crestbaby)

She does like him, he is a lot more careful and quiet than Lee, they could be good friends.

Dar (@mimitwst )

She considers him a good friend and dorm mate, she understands his fear of dolls, and makes sure to sugarcoat her words more when with him.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀:

🍂 "Dead Silence" is her UM's name, no one has seen her use it

🍂Hates when people try to scare her, she almost gets a heart attack everytime

🍂She's deaf, she mainly uses sign language to communicate and is good at reading lips

🍂 Her younger brother, Algus, is also a fairly succesful writer.

🍂Has an unusual talent for using everyday objects as weapons

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🍂 Brianna's cooking is delicious, she mainly does vegetarian dishes. She offers to cook for her dorm mates on good days.

╰┈➤✎˚₊· ͟͟͞͞𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Doyle Druj

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: The Man (Hush)

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: The Florensia killer

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: male, he/him

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 19

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: February 6th

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Aquarius

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: Apple red

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: Icy blue

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 197 cm

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃: Land of Pyroxene (city of Florensia)

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: Pansexual

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘:???

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╰┈➤✎˚₊·𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: ///

╰┈➤✎˚₊·𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘:

A very upbeat person! They are always kind to others, willing to help and loyal to his dorm. Their are always looking for new friends. He is intelligent and observant, being able to accurately examine one's body language .He loves to shower certain people with attention with their attention, unwanted or not. He does have some creepy habits, like staring at others too much, being able to talk about gruesome topics in a light way.

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╰┈➤✎˚₊· ͟͟͞͞𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙎

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: NRC

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Student

𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌: Terrovania (@/crestbaby)

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄: 4rth year

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓: Practical Magic

𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁: Boarding Game club

 

╰┈➤✎˚₊· ͟͟͞͞𝙀𝙓𝙏𝙍𝘼

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Tea, cats, collecting stolen objects

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒: Leto, chalks (he's allegic), extreme cold

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃: Left

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃: Homecooked meals

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: collecting trinkets and souvenirs

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓: Sneaking around

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀:

🏹 His UM "Shadow steps" is very simple, While using it he can't make any audible noise, he can use this on other people with physical contact.

🏹He's suspected of multiple murders, all around his hometown

🏹 Sometimes steals objects from others' rooms, he gives them back after while making creepy remarks about how easy it was to break-in

🏹 He is a very smart student, one of the best in his class.

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[pixtolsandqueens]

//Neighbors got broken into and cops got involved. Im really shaken up rn..

[softboywriting]

Sugar, I’m Goin’ Down// Bad Boy Shawn // Chapter Five

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

TW:mention of drug selling TW:violence TW:breaking in entry TW:gun 

Chapter Four Recap:

“They don’t seem like very good friends if they make you feel like shit and threaten anyone you like. How the hell are you supposed to ever have a girlfriend?”

Shawn laughs and runs his hand through his hair. “Exactly. I don’t know what to do, I mean, they’re my friends. I’ve known Andrew since I was sixteen.”

“And yet you let him bully you like this,” you turn and walk away. If Shawn wanted pity for having garbage friends, he wasn’t going to get it from you and you had to walk away because you felt yourself starting to pity him. His friends would have to get over themselves because if they wanted to come after you because Shawn had some feelings, well then they had a big storm coming. You get to your table and pack away your laptop and books. You grab your pink taser from the bottom of your bag and head for the doors.

The lock handle on the front door of your house rattles violently, causing you to snap your head up from the book you were reading. It stops and you dismiss it as wind from the storm brewing outside. Ashley, your housemate and good friend, was out for the night with some guy. You hadn’t expected her home so you took up residence on the sofa to read your new book your mom had sent you in a cute little care package last week.

The handle rattles again and now you know it’s not just the wind blowing. The old house creaked and groaned during every storm, it was something you had gotten used to, but this was definitely someone trying to get in. You get up and turn on the main room light, hoping the light flooding through the living room’s windows would give the person a clue that someone was in fact home and they should not break in. There is more rattling and you put your book down to grab the metal bat that you and Ashley kept beside the stairs in front of the door. With the bat in one hand, handle braced against your forearm incase you needed to swing one handed, you flip the lock and the deadbolt on the front door. You open the door just a little, allowing the additional chain lock to pull taut while you see who was there.  

“Hey, sweetheart,” Andrew says cooly, a smirk on his face. What the fuck was he doing at your house? How did he even know where you lived? “Gonna let me in?”

“No? What do you want?” Your grip tightens on the bat, holding it just out of sight on your side of the door.

“I wanna know where Shawn is. He hasn’t showed up for our meeting like he said he would. We thought he might be at his little girlfriend’s house.”

You raise your eyebrows. Little girlfriend. Ha Ha. “I’m not his girlfriend. I hate his fucking guts. He isn’t here.”

Andrew puts his hand on the doorframe, right along the latch for the deadbolt. “Sure seems like you’re his girlfriend. He ditches us to come see you and-”

“He hasn’t come to see me.”

“He has, you weren’t home,” Andrew sneers and you take a deep breath, that bad feeling creeping up your back and turning into a cold sweat. Something was going to happen if you kept talking to this maniac. “I’ve heard about the way he looks at you, about how he studies with you at the library. I know, because I’ve been keeping tabs on him.”

You let out a nervous laugh, trying to find the strength to feel no fear of this goon. “I don’t know who you have ‘keeping tabs’ on him, but they’re skewing reality. Shawn watches me at the library like a weirdo. He came to my house to see me and I wasn’t home. If he /looks/ at me some type of way, that isn’t my problem. If you were smarter than you look, you would realize it’s very one sided.” Andrew clicks his tongue and lets out a low whistle. It’s threatening. You realize you shouldn’t have sassed or insulted him the way you did but you couldn’t shut up. “Anyway he isn’t here, get off my porch.”

“No can do, sweetheart,” Andrew says and he throws his weight into the door, shoulder colliding heavily and straining the chain lock. You back up and grip the bat with two hands. He hits the door again and the chain snaps. Andrew stumbles a bit upon entry but someone behind him steadies him. You hadn’t seen the other guy before, he must have been standing off to the side. “We can’t have Shawn distracted by a little piece of ass that doesn’t even want him. He is going to fuck up and we’re all going to pay because of you.”

You holds the bat up, ready to swing, eyes darting between Andrew and his friend. “So what, someone got picked up while you were tagging a fuckin’ mini-mart! Maybe you shouldn’t be doing childish shit!”

“Sweetheart, that was just for fun. No, you’re distracting Shawn from what’s really important,” Andrew pulls out a little bag with weed in it. “You’re taking away from our sales. If Shawn fucks up like he did at the mini-mart during a run, then we’re all getting cuffed. I don’t know about you but,” he looks over at his friend, “I don’t wanna do time.”

You had no idea Shawn was selling drugs. Though as shady as Andrew and the other guys were, it didn’t surprise you. It just gave you another reason to hate him. You back into the living room, Andrew walking closer, aiming to corner you at some point, you were sure. You open your mouth to say something about how they all deserved it for being assholes and doing illegal shit, but you don’t get the chance to say anything. The friend comes at you fast and you swing your bat in response. It collides with his side with a loud WHOOMPH and he stumbles into the back of the sofa. Andrew says something but you don’t hear him because your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. You swing again, catching the friend in the jaw and causing him to go slack.

“You wanna fucking go Andrew?!” you scream and poise the bat up over your shoulder, ready to swing. The years you spent in softball were really paying off now despite your shaking hands.

Andrew steps over his friend and shakes his head. “You’re not going to hit me.” He reaches behind him and pulls out a small handgun, presumably tucked into his jeans. Your eyes widen, grip slacking on the bat and you let it fall to your side in your hand. A bat was no match for a bullet. “Now, you wanna drop that bat and-”

Someone comes around the corner, hood up and a bandana over his face and slams thier fist into the side of Andrews head, cutting him off and making him crumple to the floor. The gun falls from his hand and the person kicks it toward you. The guy stands over Andrew and delivers a swift kick to the temple, knocking him out. You hold the bat up once more, ready to hit this person if they came at you.

“D-Don’t try anything,” you whisper and glance at Andrew’s friend, still out cold on the floor behind the sofa. The guy steps over Andrew and pull his hood back as he walks toward you, he pulls his bandana down and it’s Shawn. He grabs the bat out of your hands and sets it aside on the cushions on the back of the sofa as his hands come up to your face. His hands are covered by thin black gloves and they engulf both of your cheeks. He pulls your face up slightly to meet his lips and he presses them to yours. Your shaky hands go to his forearms and he pulls away to look at his friends on the floor.

“Did they touch you?” he asks, voice dark and threatening. He grabs your bat and perches it up on his shoulder as he looks over each of his friends, debating on wether or not to do anymore damage.

“No. No they just pushed their way in and- Shawn what the fuck is going on?”

Shawn shakes his head and says, “Call the cops, I wasn’t here. You took them both out with your bat,” he hands you the bat and you take it shakily. “They’re some guys who harassed you at school and then followed you home when you wouldn’t give them the time of day. Do you understand?”

You nod and Shawn leans over for a quick kiss on your cheek. “Remember, I wasn’t here.”

The next morning you wake up late and decide to skip classes. Last night was long. The cops showed up and arrested Andrew and Tom, you had gotten his name from the cops after they got his ID. They were picked up for breaking and entering and possession. The cops took your statement and said if you would like to press further charges then you would be allowed to speak with an officer at the station at any time. You were just glad they were out of your house.

The morning light streams in through your window and you aren’t sure what time it is. If you had to guess you would say sometime just after 8am. You scrub a hand over your face and take a deep breath, not wanting to cry anymore. You had done plenty of that last night after the cops left. “What the fuck did I get roped into?” you say outloud, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s not your fault.”

Your eyes fly open and you sit up, grabbing for the pocket knife you put under your pillow last night before you realize it’s Shawn standing in your doorway. How the fuck did he get in? You locked the front door and put a chair in front of it last night. You really needed a bedroom door lock. “Jesus fucking christ, Shawn. I almost threw a knife at you!”

“Sorry,” he walks into your room and takes a seat backwards on your desk chair, folding his arms over the back and rests his chin on his arms. “I’m sorry you got sucked into their bullshit. I didn’t know it would go this far.”

You run a hand through you hair and pull your blanket up, suddenly aware of how chilly your room was and the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. “Their bullshit? Your bullshit, Shawn. Andrew told me what it is you do and why it’s so dangerous if you’re distracted.”

Shawn looks down. He looks ashamed. “I hate it, but it pays for the rest of my tuition.”

“You don’t even go to class half the time. Why do you care about paying for your tuition?”

“Because I want a chance to be something better than this,” he gestures down himself in a sweeping motion “Sure, I skip some classes but I’m doing really well in most of them. I just get the assignments and work from a couple of friends.”

It surprises you. You thought Shawn was just going to drop out for sure. You figured he had been pressured into going to college by his family or something. It never occurred to you he might actually want to learn something. “Why don’t you stop selling weed and get a real job then? Even McDonald’s pays alright these days for entry level positions.”

“You saw how Andrew was last night. I’ve had to do shit I didn’t want to because of him. You think if I just walked up and said, ‘oh hey, by the way, i want out’ that it would go well?”

“I guess not,” you sigh and lay back in your bed.

Shawn gets up and walks over to stand beside you. “Andrew and Tom are going to do some time for last night, there is no getting out of it. Between the two of them I’m sure they had nearly a half pound of product on them.” He grabs your hand and you pull it away.

“I’m not going to forgive you for being asshole just because Andrew...influenced you.”

“I don’t want you to forgive me. What I did was fucked up, what I said after was fucked up. I was an asshole, still am. What we did, that night...the way I touched you-”

“Shawn, stop.”

“That wasn’t a joke. The way I touched you was real, what you felt for me, what I felt for you, it was real. I didn’t tell Andrew exactly what happened, I just told him you gave in easily.”

You snort and look at the wall, “Yep, you said I was easy. Easy little virgin girl. That’s me.”

Shawn sighs. He’s frustrated. “I’m sorry for everything that happened. I am. I can’t take it back, I can’t change it. I know this, but I can try to make amends and like I said I don’t want your forgiveness. I want another chance, no jokes, no Andrew, no one but you and me.”

You look up at Shawn and he’s got tears in his eyes. Something inside you breaks, seeing him like this, so vulnerable. “Shawn...” you sit up and he clenches his jaw and looks toward the window, eyes trained on nothing in particular. “Shawn, I’m sorry.” you don’t know why you’re apologizing, you hadn’t done anything wrong, it just felt like you had to apologize. Shawn’s nose scrunches up and his cheeks flush as he starts to cry. It’s heart wrenching, watching this guy who you’ve known to be nothing but a snarky sarcastic ‘bad boy’ fall apart right in front of you.

“Fucking shit,” he mutters and wipes at his face. “I shouldn’t have come over,” he says and heads for the door before you can say anything else.

[lunch-is-banging]

recovery part four.

tw:break down

still for the jeremy to my michael @daddydannyboylester

  Jeremy and Christine looked for Michael at school the entire day. He never came and that worried them. They knew the things that Michael was capable of. For all they knew he could be dead on the ground somewhere.

 As soon as the bell rang they left school and went looking around for Michael. They looked around the local park, the grocery store, even the arcade. They couldn't find him.

Jeremy thought of one place that Michael would go after his father beat him, or after something happened that made him upset. His basement. It was basically his room so he felt safe there. His dad wouldn’t come down there, he would make Michael go upstairs.

“I know where Michael is,” Jeremy said, “c’mon.”

 Jeremy drove to Michaels old house and he noticed the door was half open. They walked inside and Jeremy showed Christine the way to the basement. The door was cracked open and Jeremy told Christine to wait there.

He carefully crept down the steps and saw Michael on the couch, passed out. His face was red and swollen, probably from crying so much. Jeremy walked over to him, he noticed a picture in his hand, it was a happy family. It was Michaels family.

Jeremy lightly shook Michaels shoulder to wake him up. As soon as Michael saw Jeremy he buried his face in the cushions, “go away.”

“Michael whats wrong?” Jeremy asked, “you were doing so good.”

“I just had to get away for a while,” Michael said, “I couldn’t keep feeling like a burden.”

“Michael you’re not a burden,” Jeremy said shaking his head, “my family LOVES you.” “I was a burden to myself Jeremy,” Michael sighed, “nothing I was doing was good enough.” “Well we can take you to a therapist,” Jeremy suggested, “medication could help.” “Jeremy, this is a personal battle,” Michael said, “you can’t just give me pills and a stranger to talk to, to make me feel better about myself.”

[depressyandstressythings]

Oop

Can somebody please tell me why i want to break up with my boyfriend who i live with? Leave my family. And move up to birmingham to live with my abusive mom and date a fuck boy i met over the internet?

Like why? I know this sounds like an awful idea. But at the same time im like yes....

[harvehell]

I just woke up from the most terrifying nightmare

i was babysitting in a neighborhood where there were recently a lot of break-ins, and this four year-old boy from the house across the street comes knocking at the door and saying that a strange man just pulled into their driveway and went into their house. i let him in and locked the door then called the police. i was talking to her and looking out the front door when i saw the man who went into the boy's house staring back through their front door, smiling and shaking his head at us, before he crossed over to our house. the smile on his face was just... god, so unnerving. and me and this little boy have locked ourselves in the master bedroom's bathroom and i'm trying to be brave for this kid but it's so hard when there's a man talking to you from between such a flimsy door and i had to force myself to wake up from it because i physically told myself in the dream that there was no way this was real; it was too terrifying to be real -- and when i woke up i was so tightly cocooned in my blankets that i could hardly breathe. idk what's with all the really realistic kidnapping, murder nightmares  lately. but they're constant and i wish they would stop.