≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part one
(Gifs used are from google images, so credit to their rightful owners!)
I also post these imagines on tumblr x
summary: you realise you're alycia's soulmate when you take on her pain as you're own, but it takes it's toll on you more than you realise
warning/s: none.
author's note: this was requested a while back and i only just got around to writing it, but i hope it's okay!
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"Alycia? Do you know where my watch is?" I called from my bedroom, searching my bedside table for said item.
She didn't respond, so I called for her again, knowing she was sat in the living-room. Still, she ignored me, so I sighed dramatically and walked over there with my hands on my hips.
"Alycia, I said have you seen my watch?" I asked, staring down at her as she sat on the couch with her laptop in hand, textbooks sprawled around her and on the coffee table. She didn't respond, so I slapped my hand on the pile of textbooks in front of her to get her attention. "Alycia?!"
She jumped at the sound, a curse word slipping from her lips as she looked up at me. As if just realising I was there, she calmed her breathing and raised her brows.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, did you say something?" she asked with confusion.
I quirked a brow. "My watch? Have you seen it?"
Her forefinger and thumb played with her bottom lip as she looked around. "I– no. Sorry."
Noticing the absent expression she wore, I took a seat beside her, next to her mess of university supplies, and watched her run a hand through her hair.
"Alycia, are you okay? You seem stressed."
"I'm fine," she assured me quickly, before sitting up straight and paying attention back to her laptop. "Just working."
I hummed in response, but I knew her well enough to know that she wasn't fine. We'd been living together for two years, becoming roommates in our first year at university before moving in together for our second year. She was my best friend, the girl I'd most definitely fallen in love with but refused to accept, and I could tell when she was stressed out.
"Alycia, c'mon, I know you," I tried to coax it out of her. "What's going on?"
She waved a hand dismissively, not sparing me a glance. "I'm fine, Y/N, honestly."
I chewed on my lower lip, not believing her. But I didn't want to pile onto her stress with my incessant curiosity, so I squeezed her shoulder supportively before standing up.
"I'm gonna get ready for work," I told her. "Let me know if you see my watch anywhere?"
She offered me a small, tired smile. "I will."
I returned her smile before leaving her to it. I wish I'd known that it was only the beginning to her overworking herself. Turns out she'd received a bad grade for an assignment she did the day before, and it had upset her so much that she was trying to get a head start on the next one so she wouldn't do as bad.
