The Web | PJM

The Web | PJM

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~summary: Nearly dying was just the beginning. While struggling to deal with the direction life has thrown you, you find yourself at the heart of a web of conspiracy. Maybe it will bring you back to Jimin - if you both make it out alive. Jimin x reader ~word count: 6k ~mafia au, established relationship, angst, eventual fluff?(in future parts) Rating: pg15 Warnings: mentions of death, attempted murder, violence, homelessness, swearing, breaking and entering, burglary ~a/n: it’s here!! I am super excited to show you guys this new mafia au, I worked long and hard on it! I will be updating every 7-8 days. Let the mystery begin…

The hushed rumble of breath sounds, as if from behind a curtain.

It isn’t clear enough for you to hear its source, but it’s all you can hear. Curiously, you can hear more than you can see. Your eyes must be closed.

It takes your groggy mind until about five times to come to this realisation before it does something about it. Your eyelids feel rusty as you heave them apart.

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wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees

fingers crossed — lmh.

in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.

—

the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.

“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.

you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.

“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.

you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx

no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.

the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.

“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.

your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.

“you suck at pottery.”

mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.

“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.

“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.

“it’s just a unique bowl!”

your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.

now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.

you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.

“what d’you wanna watch?”

mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.

“what about friends?”

laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.

burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”

he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.

gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.

“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”

the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.

you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.

his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.

your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.

the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.

you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.

his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.

a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.

but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.

the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.

you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.

i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.

—

in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333

[10:50 pm]

“‘m tired.” jisung mumbles into your neck as his sweat rolls off his own.

the boys had just finished one of their many performances, the loud instrumental of ridin’ still booming in your ears.

jisung loves the way your hands caress his hair despite the sweat it’s drenched in. you giggle as he buries his face deeper, “you were perfect.”

your soft murmur pasted a wide grin on the boy’s face, the statement was hushed just enough that only the two of you could hear it, and he couldn’t be more thankful he had you by his side than in that moment.

“says you,” the snickers jisung lets out are quiet and exhausted, but with your soft humming of their last song, the exhausted lovestruck boy lets himself be lulled to sleep in your arms.

[10:50 pm]

“‘m tired.” jisung mumbles into your neck as his sweat rolls off his own.

the boys had just finished one of their many performances, the loud instrumental of ridin’ still booming in your ears.

jisung loves the way your hands caress his hair despite the sweat it’s drenched in. you giggle as he buries his face deeper, “you were perfect.”

your soft murmur pasted a wide grin on the boy’s face, the statement was hushed just enough that only the two of you could hear it, and he couldn’t be more thankful he had you by his side than in that moment.

“says you,” the snickers jisung lets out are quiet and exhausted, but with your soft humming of their last song, the exhausted lovestruck boy lets himself be lulled to sleep in your arms.

arrow | k.dy

pairing: kim doyoung x reader 

genre: angst, fluff  (outlaw!au, robinhood!au, medieval!au)

warnings: mentions of past abuse, mentions of blood/gore/violence, major character death

description:

Doyoung makes you promise him something you’re not so sure you can keep.

words: 8.1k

notes: phew ok so i finally got this baby up after it had been slowly collecting dust in google docs. if im being completely honest im not that confident in this piece (when am i ever lol) but regardles i hope you enjoy! also feedback is always greatly appreciated! :) 

- lilac

The sound of thundering hooves pierces through the night. You move with their rhythm. Faster. Faster. Faster. You need to get away. Need to escape. 

You can barely make out the path in front of you, the only source of light you have is the periodic flashes of lightning from the storm that rages above you. The wind howls past you as you get faster, the sound of it mingling with the rushing of blood in your ears. Always faster. The rain that soaks through your cloak is unforgiving, and combined with the ice cold wind it chills to the bone. You press yourself closer to your horse, seeking both to accelerate and to receive at least some form of warmth. 

Hooves continue to pound against the ground beneath you, but you know the sound isn’t coming from solely your own horse. You can’t make out the figures behind you but their shouts cut through the noise of the storm. 

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wowowow user rnjfy posted wowowow this drabble is inspired by lauren spencer-smith’s song!! it’s really good and has me on my knees

fingers crossed — lmh.

in which he said he loved you but he must’ve had his fingers crossed.

—

the soft music rang throughout the fancy and definitely busy restaurant was a big contrast to the harsh pounding of your heart against your chest. the ice in your drink had melted—and the condensation had started to roll off the cool glass and onto the red cloth that lined your table.

“ma’am? if you’re not going to order anything, we’ll need to give up the table…” the assigned waitress looked at you with pity swirling in her eyes. this was the second time she’d approached you in the half hour you had sat and stared into nothing.

you could feel the embarassment creeping up your neck—but you swallowed it down as you smiled up at the young woman.

“sorry. you probably need the table… i’ll take my leave then.” after briefly bowing to apologize for any inconvenience, you wrapped your cardigan tighter around your shoulders as the cold wind greeted you.

you [7:16]: i’m at our table! the food looks really good, come soon! xx

no response. you wondered why you hoped for anything different, when all he seemed to be doing with you now is tolerating your presence. you terribly missed your boyfriend, but with how tonight was going you weren’t really sure how to feel.

the jingle of your keys sounded terribly loud as it echoed through you and your boyfriend’s empty apartment. you noticed the spot on your shoe rack where mark’s shoes were supposed to be—empty.

“as usual,” you mutter to no one in particular. the word ‘empty’ seemed to start to become a constant in your life.

your feet felt sore as you placed your keys in the small bowl you two had set up by the door.

“you suck at pottery.”

mark’s loud laugh surrounded the two of you as he struggled with the clay in his hands.

“dude! it’s crumbli—folding? what the hell!” he giggles as he tries to perfect the small bowl. your eyes lingered on his dark hair, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.

“you suck at pottery.” you confirmed with a small nod, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes—a small smile curling at the edge of his lips.

“it’s just a unique bowl!”

your heart felt constricted in your chest. the small homey apartment that you two shared used to be close to what you would call your sanctuary.

now, you feel so so suffocated by the memories that would wash over you as you glanced over the decorations, furniture, artwork and other things that were scattered across your living space.

you walked slowly. the realization of what you need to do sinking in. your gaze catches the small couch that you both paid for.

“what d’you wanna watch?”

mark curls his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he flicks through the movies and shows netflix had to offer. you could hear his heartbeat going a mile a minute, but you leave your focus on the tv sat across from the two of you.

“what about friends?”

laughing loudly, mark quickly scrolls back up to the ‘watch again’ portion and clicks on the series you desperately loved.

burying his nose into your hair, “how are you not tired of this show?”

he giggles softly, the sound of the laugh track blending in with the silence of your apartment.

gulping down the memory, you start towards your shared bedroom. the sight of mark’s favorite guitar sitting next to your bed makes you uncomfortable, the tears in your shaky eyes seemed to be endless.

“y/n! c’mere. i wrote a song and uh… i wanted you to hear it, if that’s okay?”

the blush on mark’s face was something burned into your head. it was the most adorable sight and you never wanted to forget.

you nod, your hair bouncing at your shoulders as you sit next to him, watching as he clears his throat and fixes his fingers on the neck of his guitar.

his rough voice surrounds both your figures. the chords and the words—all of them blended so well together. they screamed mark, and you felt like you were falling in love all over again.

your movements felt robotic. you barely processed that your closet was now empty. mark’s clothes hung on their own, taking up only half of the large closet that occupied the left-hand side of your room.

the shine of your framed picture catches your gaze—it sat on your bedside table looking lonely now that you had taken your jewelry and other various knick knacks off the wooden table.

you pick it up shakily, your fingers caressing the smooth frame. the picture of you and mark on your first date, a concert. he had a bottle of water in his hand and his arm was slung around you.

his smile haunted you now, the look of love in both of your eyes felt taunting. your heart hurt even more.

a part of you longed to stay. to give yourself to mark, because at the end of the day, he’d come home. home to you. whispering apologies and empty promises of a next time.

but you were tired. and you’ve tried. you tried to stay. you tried to love him even when you knew he didn’t love you anymore.

the soft click of your apartment door sends a painful ripple from your heart to the rest of your body.

you stand there for a moment, your eyes closed as you whisper your last wish into the dead of the night.

i wish you said you loved me, when you didn’t have your fingers crossed.

—

in your face writer’s block!!!! i’m finally back with a drabble and hopefully this pushes my writer’s block fully away >:((( shares & likes are appreciated! i love you all <333