Umm Idk How To Request So Pls Bare With Me A Little 🧍🏻‍♀️😭

Hello there! Could you write an obsessive yandere jungkook (who has an oppa kink) stalking his mechanic crush (that’s younger than him) and wondering what she keeps her so busy whenever he asks to hang out with her and come to find out, she turns out to be a yandere too after placing tracking devices in the majority of his posessions? This doesn’t make any sense tbh T^T

Hidden Blessing

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeon Jeongguk x Yandere! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,7k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Obsessiveness, toxic relationship, stalking, reader being a yandere for the first time

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

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Yandere reader, huh? I’ve certainly never tried this before, but I do think about it once in a while. And also, I don’t know much about mechanical stuffs. So, pardon me if this came out strange and Jungkook wasn’t obsessive enough. I feel a bit tired recently.

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“I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I’d love you to love me. I’m beggin’ you to beg me.” – I Want You To Want Me [Cheap Trick]

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Fics | BTS Kingsman AU

Okay so this is a very self-indulgent list I made for myself after looking for these great edits by the amazing @ggukreum on twt/youtube. It started with looking for that viral Jungkook x Partition edit and I ended up drooling for this Kingsman edit again which led me wanting to read fics/imagines.

These are fics I’ve read with such theme but if others know more BTS!Kingsman AUs, please feel free to comment/send an ask so I can add to this list! Thank you dear authors for writing these imagines 🥰

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Eyes on Me

✂ Pairing: Cat! Childe x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,2k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: -

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So this is a weird triangle love story featuring Kaeya, MC, and cat! Childe, except… not really. Childe is still a little shit here, tho and the yellow tabby is Aether and I imagine they’re fighting like in Golden House.

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ideal fivesome

Ok but 5am brainrot that's been on my mind for a while.

Imagine a very short lived imposter au that's mostly normal/soft au, where there was an imposter on your throne before your arrival who tried to get you hunted down but one, some people tried pleading on your behalf because you genuinely hadn't done anything but exist and two, Teyvat sorted out quickly who was the real one and oops now you're their God!

So, of course, your acolytes choose to double, triple and quadruple their worship towards you, to atone for being so willingly blinded by an imposter and to make sure your treatment is incomparably better.

Except, they quickly realize they have no idea what to do.

You see, the imposter was greedy, egotistical and borderline sadistic. They covered all the luxuries and fineries of the world, they demanded worship, and they didn't let even the most minor perceived slight go unfinished. These are the rules they're used to following.

But you, dearest you, despise the lot of it. You turn down gifts left and right (inadequate, they think, they must find a treasure beyond anything the imposter laid their hands on), you become uncomfortable in worship (their prose must be lacking, they think, they must find more exquisite language to praise your name), and you demand naught from them (you must despise them, they think, to not trust them with your desires). They must do better, they think, until one incident brings a new perspective to light.

Your servants and acolytes were always on their best behavior around you, the children were kept far away as to not accidentally incur your wrath (a shame, you wanted to dote on the dears), and an incident had yet to occur in your presence.

Until, in the middle of a banquet in your honor, a servant girl tripped and spilled the contents of her tray across the ground, a sin enough in your presence, but even worse—she spilled water onto the edge of your sleeve.

The hall went silent.

All eyes on her, the girl trembled silently on the floor, awaiting her judgement. Even just the embarrassment of a failure was a cause for execution, but to sully the Divine One's clothing? Surely she'd be tortured for a fortnight before being allowed the release of death.

But before your attendants could move to react, you took a step forward, and then another, and another, uncaring of the mess, as you made your way across the short distance to the girl, who began to silently cry from the fear.

You opened your lips, and the room winced in sympathy. Until—

"Are you alright?" You asked, offering your hand to help her up. "That looked like quite the fall."

She could only stare at your hand, lost in shock..

"It's alright," you reassured her, lips twitching up into a smile. "I don't bite."

Hesitantly, fearfully, she took your hand, allowing you to lead her back onto her feet. Were you going to shove her into her own mess and call for the guards? Were you making sure she was healthy enough to endure the torture? Were—

"Does it hurt anywhere?" You asked, eyebrows drawn in concern as you look her over.

That snapped her back to attention.

"Your—Your Grace—" she bowed her head, not daring to meet your gaze, "I apologize—I swear I—I didn't mean to—"

You cup her cheek, gently raising her gaze to your gentle expression. "I know, it was just an accident. These sorts of things happen." You release her. "Perhaps you should sit down for a while, regain your composure. Don't push yourself, okay?"

Without any further thought, you left her to her recovery, returning to your Faithful once more as the girl's friend quickly led her away and another two got to work on clearing the mess.

When the issue of your sleeve arose, you simply laughed it off. "It's just a little water, it'll be dry in no time at all."

That's right, they think, they'd once catered to the whims of an imposter. Their kind, beautiful, benevolent God now stood before them, and they would Worship in a new way to fit Their desires.

Strangers (Chapter Two)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence (will update as needed)

word count: 5.5k words

quick note!! I had to make some edits in the last chapter bc I realized two plot points were missing so to summarize: yn has a boyfriend named Jihoon that also lives in the city and Nayeon is the friend that got her a job at the company! not major plot points (and they’re only briefly mentioned in the last chapter) but just wanted to put this out there in case you were confused reading this one :)

Today’s the big day. You thought you would be nervous but right now, all you feel is excitement. You finally get to wear the professional clothes you bought recently and you feel like a real adult in them. You opted to wear a gray pencil skirt today as it’s still pretty hot outside, paired with a blue button-up blouse. You slip on the heels and inwardly thank your mom for forcing you to wear them around the house the past few weeks in order to break them in. A quick once over in the mirror gives you all the confirmation you need to start your day.

You try to ignore your clicking heels echoing in the hallway as you fish through your bag for the granola bar you stuffed in there earlier. You don’t see Jimin standing there by his office door, which he takes advantage of as his eyes rake up and down your figure.

“Good morning, YN!” You jump as you look up and see him smiling at you, his abrupt greeting causing you to almost drop the breakfast you had finally dug out.

“Good morning, Jimin.” You bow politely, fully ready to move past him when he stops you again.

“Sorry if I scared you.” He laughs warmly, stepping closer to you. “I just wanted to say I heard that things got a little rowdy last night and I hope you weren’t too freaked out.”

“Oh, yes well-”

“It’s normally not like that at all. We’re usually very quiet and respectful here.”

“I understand. It can get like that sometimes with a lot of people living in the same place.” You try to inch towards where the stairs are when he subtly moves closer, blocking your path again.

“You’re so considerate!” Jimin coos, tapping your arm in a friendly manner. “Unlike that other girl, she’s a real trainwreck.”

Your eyes widen at his blatant gossipping, not expecting him to speak so negatively about one of his tenants. “You mean Soomi?”

“Yes, she runs with a pretty rough crowd so it explains how violent she is.” His words give you pause as you take in this new information, not sure whether to believe him or not. “But don’t worry, you won’t be seeing her around anymore. She packed up and left this morning.”

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Your work is amazing!! Hope you’re having an amazing day!! I absolutely loved your post with the maknae line where the reader’s friend helped the reader to escape against her will! Could you do one for the hyung line?? If not please don’t worry ☺️

// Aw, thank you! And yes, of course, sweetheart! Here you go! \\

Yandere!BTS Reaction: A Friend Tries To Take You Away (Hyung Line)

Warnings: yandere content, reader having Stockholm Syndrome, toxic and unhealthy dynamics / themes, please read at your own risk

Maknae Line ver.

Kim Namjoon

This had to be a joke. Completely idiotic, but a joke, nonetheless. Namjoon was sure - almost one hundred percent positive - that he trained you better than this. But when he walked through a utterly empty house, with you no where in sight, anger, betrayal, and sadness bubbled up in his chest.

He was so sure he had you thoroughly wrapped around his finger, but it seems as if he gravely underestimated you. 

He was seconds away from allowing all those emotions to boil over. Seconds away from putting his fist through the nearest sheet of dry wall. Over and over again until his knuckles came back a bruised and bloody mess.

That is, until his phone’s ringtone woke him up out of his frustrated-filled daze. Namjoon slipped his hand into his back pocket and scowled down at the caller-ID. Not once was he expecting that name to be illuminated on the screen.

The name of one of your painfully close friends. The same one he tried over and over again to rid permanently from your life. Mostly due to their pesky interference. So, with an aggravated sigh, he pressed the ‘accept’ button before bringing the device up to his ear.

“What the hell do you want,” he breathed out, skipping any formalities and jumping straight to the point, “Why is it that your calling me, hm? Let me guess, it’s about -”

His voice was abruptly cut off, however, by the angelic voice he missed oh-so desperately already.

“Joon,” he could practically feel the tremble in your voice through the phone, “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to go, but they came and .. and ..”

He stood in silence as he listened to you attempting to regain even the slightest fraction of your composure. His jaw stayed firmly locked in place as his hand squeezed even tighter around the small breakable device.

The only thought in his mind was to have you back with him, safely wrapped up in his tight embrace.

No, his only thought was the different ways he could dispose of your friend for good. Permanently. So they could never rip you away from him again.

“Can you please come get me? They are upstairs getting the guest room ready .. I-I want to come home.”

Home. The way that word spilled from your perfect lips melted away any lasting anger. Your voice sounded as sweet and smooth like honey. Yet, it still trembled with every word that was uttered. 

Even in times of panic and worry, you were still his adorably meek little mouse. 

Namjoon soon found himself nodding in response to your question, your soft temporarily distracting him, but he quickly stopped upon the realization you weren’t able to see - or hear - his response. 

“Of course, darling,” he finally brought himself to speak, “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay put and don’t utter a single word until I get there, understand? I’ll deal with them accordingly soon enough. You’re such a good girl for calling me. I promise to spoil you the second I have you back in my arms, baby.”

Kim Seokjin

Moments like these were very rare. Jin practically hated everyone you spoke to, especially your friends. But when he offered to take you out for lunch - with a friend you haven’t seen in months - you couldn’t stop yourself from practically jumping with glee.

Although, it ended up turning out nothing like you had hoped. The atmosphere was painfully awkward. Hardly anyone spoke outside of occasional small talk such as the weather, news, or the taste of their food. Your friend never tore their sharp glare away from your boyfriend as they stuffed there mouth full with food. It never wavered, stalking his every move, until he eventually - and politely - excused himself to the washroom. 

“Psst,” a voice across from you suddenly tore your gaze up from your plate, “Let’s get out of here. Come on, while he’s still gone.”

Confusion and horror struck you at their words. You couldn’t possibly leave him, not now. Not ever. So you vigorously shook your head, hoping that was enough to shoot down their absurd idea. But when they went as far as to grab your arm and pull you up, your body went into a full panic.

“Stop it! Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

The sound of your bellowing voice caught nearly everyone’s attention. Customers. Waiters. And even Jin’s, as he just made his way out of the bathroom.

Truth be hold, he was alarmed when he saw you standing from your seat. He didn’t recall giving you permission to get up, nor cause a scene. But the way your body was tense, rigid, and how your eyes darted around made the reality of the situation dawn down upon him. 

“What’s going on here,” he calmly asked while wrapping an assuring arm around your waist. It was a simple gesture, but one that made you feel safe and secure.

The third voice to suddenly ring out instantly calmed each and every nerve your friend had provoked.

“N-Nothing, I promise,” you try to confidently announce, but your voice still quaked with every syllable, “I want to go home. Please.”

Jin smiled at your words, “Sure thing, princess. Why don’t you lead the way?”

He tossed a few bills onto the table - enough to pay for all three meals, plus a generous tip for the waiter - before following your figure out the door. Of course, stopping just long enough to shoot your friend a deadly glare, along with a victorious smirk.

When the two of disappeared down the street - and out of prying eyes - Jin pulled you in by the waist before pressing his lips against your own.

“You were such a good girl, princess. Such a good girl. I knew there was going to be a day where I could trust you. Maybe I should start taking you out more often now, yeah?”

Min Yoongi

You currently sat perched up on the couch, absentmindedly watching some type of T.V. show, while Yoongi slept soundly upstairs. Originally, you were cuddled up beside him, but between the heat and your undying alertness, you then ventured downstairs. 

But as the show finally began capturing your attention, the sound of the doorbell ringing snatched it away. Nervousness began to blossom in your stomach as you waited for your boyfriend to sluggishly make his way down the stairs, but he never did. 

The doorbell was sounded again and you reluctantly pushed yourself up off the couch cushions, making your way to the door. You knew he was only suppose to answer the door, but if he already hasn’t woken up yet, you could only guess at how exhausted he was. 

So while chewing your bottom lip, you pulled the door open only to be stunned with surprise. Here - standing only a few feet away - was your close friend. Their face contorted in relief when they saw you, but more specifically, when they saw you in one piece. 

“What are you doing here,” you questioned, uneasy, while shielding a part of your body with the door.

“Oh, god, I’m glad it wasn’t him that answered. Come on, let’s get you out of here, honey,” your friend calmly spoke, almost talking to you as if you were a frightened toddler, “I don't want you being anywhere near him anymore. He’s the worst possible thing for you. I know you may not believe it right now, but it’s true.”

At the end of their sentence, they used their body weight to further push open the door and wrap a tight grip around your wrist, trying to pull you along. Your heels dug into the tile floor as your other hand sprung out, holding onto the banister. You unwavering stance quickly made your friend exhausted, allowing yourself to finally wiggle out of their forceful grip.

“G-Get out of here. Get out of here before he wakes up,” you spoke, keeping your voice low, then sharply pointed to their car before slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Mm, well, aren’t you being a surprisingly good girl today, huh,” Yoongi’s raspy voice spoke from behind you, sending a wave of chills throughout your body, “I must admit, I’m feeling quite a bit of pride right now.”

You heard his footsteps get closer before his arms snaked around your waist, pressing your back into his chest. Shortly afterwards, his lips found their way to your neck, kissing all the way up until he whispered in your ear,

“But, babygirl, what did I tell you about answering the door?”

Jung Hoseok

This was Hoseok’s number one nightmare coming to life. You were missing - no - you weren’t just missing. You stolen away from the safety of his home to who knows where. 

Rain pounded against every solid object as thunder erupted in the night sky above. All while Hoseok sped through the streets, stopping at every destination you could possibly be hiding at. But his frustration kept growing - every time he was left disappointed - until teetered between misery and borderline murderous rage.

He went to take a sharp right turn before he was forced to slam on the brakes as a figure ran out right into the middle of the road. The lights from his car illuminated the person’s soaking wet and shivering form.

The figure looked like a terrified deer trapped in place by his headlights, but as his eyes squinted to get a better look, enormous amounts of weight lifted off his chest. it wasn’t just anyone, it was you - his scared little deer.

Without a second thought, he allowed all of his anger to consume him in an instant, and he stormed out of his car, nearly ripping the doors off the hinges.

“What in the actual fuc-” his voice attempted to bellow, sounding deeper and almost more menacing than ever before. 

But in a flash, he was caught off guard by your form dashing towards him. He felt your arms throw themselves around his neck, soon firmly locking in place, as the sounds of your sobs filled his ears.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered out, just loud enough for him to hear you over the thudding of the rain, "I'm so-so sorry, Hobi.”

When his arms finally returned the same gesture, Hoseok found himself frowning. You were freezing to the touch. Your skin felt the same as ice. But no matter how annoyed he felt at your foolish actions, he couldn’t bring himself to feel anymore anger.

The feeling of having you safely back in his arms was much too euphoric. 

Through shaky breaths and choked sobs, you vaguely explained how your friend cornered you at work, forcing you into their car before Hoseok had the opportunity to arrive.

“I left as soon as I got the chance, b- but I got lost ..”

He pushed you out of his warm embrace - just enough for him to stare deeply into your teary, doe-like eyes.

“Shh .. It’s okay, baby. You’re back where you belong now. With me. You’re safe now. But, angel, I want you to tell me everything. Their phone number, their address, all of it. If you do, I’ll happily forget about your part in all of this. Besides, that bastard and I need to have a little chat.”

Whine lips⇢vampire!pjm

⇢sfw ⇢pairing: vampire!pjm x reader (no gender) ⇢genre: fluff, fantasy ⇢word count: 1.2k ⇢warnings: Alcohol, mentions of blood

A/N: Haven't posted anything in a while. No smut, but there could possibly be a sequel that follows up on this. Just wanted to write something and see if I still know how to do it haha. Lmk if you enjoyed it. xo Also yes I spelled it 'whine' on purpose dw.

“Door’s wide open.” You’re laying on the floor in your living room, eyes moving to the side when you hear the soft sound of the vampire's steps come to a halt right at the threshold of your open front door. 

“You have to invite me," Jimin hisses through his fangs. However, it is clear by the way his eyebrow lifts playfully that he likes when you give him a little bit of a tease for his 'condition'-his vampirism. "where are your manners?"

"Heh," You shrug and reach your arms above your head, still laying on the floor with your back pressed against the soft carpet, "Do you want to join me tonight?"

With a small groan, you stretch your spine, basking in the way Jimin's eyes seem to follow every movement of yours. He nods, brushing the tips of his tapered fingers against the doorframe.

"I invite you into my home, oh lord of darkness, chomper of jugulars." You snort quietly, rolling over to your stomach to reach for the half empty glass of wine next to you.

Jimin's dark eyes almost whiten completely for a second when they roll back in annoyance at your remark, but his teeth poke out in a little grin. He's heard your jokes about him being a vampire probably a thousand times at this point, but he never seemed to get used to the way you deliver them. It charms him to no end.

Curiously, the vampire saunters inside of your home, the door closing behind him as if it was mother earth's way of locking a monster inside anytime she could. In reality, it is just one of the perks of vampire powers.

"Wine?" Jimin questions as he flops down to his knees next to you, watching your neck as the muscles dance with each swallow to force the drink into your body. He exhales slowly, then smirks when he picks up the bottle to read the label, "What on earth have gotten into you, drinking red wine all by yourself?" He swiftly steals the glass from your hand, spilling some of the red beverage to drip down your lower lip. He refills it some, then brings it to his own lips to taste it.

"It makes time pass quickly when you're not here with me." You whisper sweetly, giving him a daring, warm hand that tastefully sneaks below the hem of the vampire's white silk shirt.

Jimin seems used to your antics, rolling his eyes again. With a small sip, he tastes the wine and scrunches his nose, putting the glass down immediately. His hands catches yours and pulls it out from where it was touching his stomach, holding it between his cold fingers.

"My darling," He sighs, "I will bring you a better wine next time, that one is awful."

"It is kind of awful, isn't it.." You smile, squeezing your hand between his, "But it looks kind of cool, like I am drinking blood too."

"I see how it is." Jimin licks his lips clean from the wine taste, unaware that the tone of his normally pale pout is sweetly stained by the red. However, he does notice that the drink did the exact same to yours, "I can assure you that blood tastes deliciously sweet in comparison to that hell-drink."

"Sounds like you're trying to convince me." You let to of Jimin, going back to your original position on the floor, eyes on the ceiling, "Would you do it?"

Jimin's expression doesn't show it, but he is mildly confused. And excited. Of course he would do it; but such a choice doesn't come without consequences. But the selfish part of him? He would do it a hundred times over. To own you in a way where he'd literally created you-- given you eternal life to spend with him alone?

Only thing he'd miss would be that warm scent of yours.

He's never fed off of you before, but he's been so close every single time you met. With time, it was easier to ignore the hunger. But now he has the chance to possibly turn you; which means he'd get to feed... once. And once is more than he ever expected to bargain for.

"Jimin?"

His eyes shift to you in a second. Apparently, his mind had wandered a bit too long.

"I, hm..." Jimin pouts his lips, then decides to join you on the floor. He rests on his side, leaning his head against his palm and watches you with brows that tense with each second, "Are you messing around with me again? You know you'd never see the sun again."

"I don't go out much anyway."

"You can't enjoy any food."

"I hate meal planning.."

"Okay," Jimin smiles when he sees the mischief in your eyes again, moving his body a little closer to yours. His breath is like a sweet breeze, still mildly tainted by the alcohol, "I will do it, but on one condition."

You nod, waiting with anticipation. Your gaze wanders from his tinted lips to the darkness in his eyes as they meet yours.

"Just one more time like this," Jimin's canary voice couldn't get any softer even if he tried. The gentleness in which his free hand reaches out to rest on your chest, searching for the spot where he can feel your heart thrum against his palm the most, "I will do it, just let me feel your warmth until dawn arrives."

The vampire feels the way your chest rises with each breath. A little soft gasp at his words, followed by what he believes is what people would call it when a heart 'skips a beat'. Jimin feels a little rush of excitement knowing that he is the reason for your body to react so strongly.

"And one more thing." He says, with a bit more stability to his voice. His hand grazes the skin where the neckline of your shirt ends, touching carefully at your neck until his nail prods at the jugular.

You gulp.

"What could that be?" You ask.

Jimin leans in closer, his pointy fangs exposed in a smile that could melt a lover, or terrify an enemy. His lips, however, could down anyone, anywhere. He notices your eyes wandering down his face, and he seizes the moment. His cold fingers felt like they were burning against your skin. A stern but gentle hold on your jaw to guide your mouth to his in a sweet, wordless kiss. It was all he needed to do, and anything he says after is a given.

"I get to feed on that darling blood of yours when it boils the hottest, then I will turn you." His lips grazes yours as he speaks, leaning back in for another kiss to truly seal his words. He inhales your warmth once again, then moves down to rest his head against your chest instead, "And you will stay with me in the dark for eternity."

Your breath shatters when you can no longer hold it. If he would ever be mistaken for another being than a vampire, a siren would be a close second.

"Deal." You push the word out of your lungs, moving your arms to squeeze him into your embrace, "I will be all yours."

Jimin's cheek presses harder against your chest, and he relaxes in your arms.

"Then, I will return when the sun goes down tomorrow again," he hums, "and it will be the end before our new beginning."

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Genshin Impact Self-Aware~

TW: Yandere themes throughout most of these including imprisonment, stalking and murder.

Mondstadt:

~Yandere Self-Aware Mondstadt (Male)~

~Yandere Self-Aware Mondstadt (Female)~

~Trying to Leave~

~Nuisance~

~Yandere Eula~

Liyue:

~Yandere Self-Aware Liyue (Men)~

~Yandere self-aware Liyue (Female)~

~Trapped~

Inazuma:

~Self-Aware Inazuma (Female)~

~Self-Aware Inazuma (Male)~

~Self-Aware Kaedehara Kazuah profile~

Other:

~Yandere Aether profile~

~Yandere Lumine profile~

~Yandere Dainsleif profile~

Crumbs:

~In their World~

~In our world~

~Not pulling for them~

~Self-Aware Bosses~

~Testing your limits~

Strangers (Chapter Four)

Strangers from Hell AU

Series Masterlist

pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, violence, allusion to torture, blood and injuries (will update as needed)

word count: 4.3k words

The sun beat down on you as you walked along the beach, the sand between your toes as a tidal wave came in and washed them. You gasped as you spotted a ghost crab hole appearing.

“Dad, look! Another one!” You exclaimed, pointing at it and turning around to look at your father. He came up beside you, kneeling closer to your height.

“Good catch, kiddo.” His voice echoed in your ears. You had lost count of how many of these burrows you had found, but your dad seemed to never get tired of you pointing them out. If he regretted teaching you about them while you were still so young and excitable, he never showed it.

You knelt down and started scooping some of the wet sand to build something - you weren’t sure what yet. Your father stood up, patting your head affectionately as you worked. “I’m gonna go for a dip. I’ll be right back.”

You huffed angrily as a wave destroyed your sandcastle a third time in a row. Abandoning the impossible project, you turned around to look back at the water. You spotted your dad pretty far out, much further than you would ever dare to go. He was bobbing along the big waves and when he caught you looking at him, he smiled widely and waved.

You watched him for a while before you noticed a giant wave approaching him. It was bigger than any wave you’ve ever seen before. Even from where you sat safe on the sand, it scared you. You begin waving your arms and screaming for your dad’s attention and when you finally got it, he just gave you another clueless grin.

It all happened so quickly. The huge wave washed over and took your father with it, completely catching him by surprise. You watched helplessly from the shore, waiting for him to resurface but he never did. You were numb to the tears falling down your cheeks as wave after wave washed over your feet, burying them deeper into the sand as if trying to drag you in as well.

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