#i love you really dearly and tonight was genuinely so hard because i really did think i lost myself for a few minutes in there
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strawberryfaced · 9 days ago
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haven’t had such a night in quite a while :’) almost forgot how to handle
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finnbbl · 10 months ago
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Hyunjin x M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 9
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Ch. 9 - Where you wanna be | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter |
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Written: Yes
Smau: Yes
A/N: I do want to clarify that this is in fact a slow burn. I find relationships more genuine when it’s friends to lovers rather than anything else so that’s the path i’m leading this down. I’ve made Y/N to be a very touchy feely person so I promise you any affection is highly platonic with him (for now) There will not be any romantic feelings until much later on.
Warnings: Swearing (i think that’s it, let me know if i missed anything )
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You adjusted your hat and jacket in the bathroom mirror as your conversation with Hyunjin played over in your head. His text implied that the other members wanted to hang out with you, and for some reason that made your stomach churn. Not in a bad way, this whole touring with famous people was really new. Maybe that was it, it was hard to believe they wanted to be around you. But then again, you had heard that this group didn’t necessarily care about others’ fame. They loved their fans and the people they worked with dearly. Maybe you had just gotten used to the entitled artists you’d previously worked with.
You grabbed your phone and headed to the dressing room. As you made your way down the hallway, you noticed you had several texts from the group chat with the girls. As you opened it to respond, you felt a tap on your shoulder behind you. Causing you to turn your head to be met with a shorter female. You weren’t sure who she was exactly, you just knew her as one of the makeup artists. “Hey, so sorry to bother you…” She trailed off as you fully turned your body around to face her. “You’re Y/N right?” She knew your name? Hesitant, and slightly confused, you nodded. “Oh great, I wanted to say you’re one of my favorite dancers, I’ve been watching your videos on social media for a while now. Can I have a photo?” She held her phone to her chest as she shyly asked. A photo? Someone wants a photo from you? It certainly caught you off guard, and left you stunned and speechless. So much you didn’t hear the dressing room door open behind you. “I mean unless it makes you uncomfortable-“
Seeing the girl’s demeanor change snapped you back into your senses. “Oh, no no not at all. Sorry It just caught me off guard.” A nervous laugh led your voice as you slipped your phone into your pocket. “We can take a photo, I don’t mind.” A genuine smile fell on your face as you stood next to her, leaning down to fit into frame. After snapping the selfie, she proceeded to thank you before heading towards the exit. You froze for a moment, there’s no way that just happened. You just couldn’t understand how someone would want a photo with you, you weren’t famous at all.
“Oh someone’s a little popular huh?” The sudden voice behind you startled you as you turned around. Turns out the dressing room door did open, because all eight of the boys stood in front of you. “No, not really.” You responded to Hyunjin with a small chuckle. “I thought you guys were waiting in there?”
“Yeah but they kicked us out, here’s your bag.” He responded as you walked closer to them. You reached out to grab it, muttering a small thank you to him. Bang Chan, as the leader, began giving out instructions to his group. Telling them to stay together and not wonder off by themselves. It was very obvious he care deeply about his members and their safety. Everyone began walking and making small talk along the way. You started to feel very awkward and out of place, and stayed rather quiet as the 9 of you made your way to the exit doors. Chan must’ve noticed, cause then he started talking to you and including you in the conversations. “You know, you did really good tonight.” This caught you a bit off guard, it was a rather random statement. “I mean.. All I did was do my job.” You started with a light chuckle. “No, I mean off stage. You were very patient and calm unlike the other ones.” The leader stated with an eye roll. He wasn’t wrong, the other dancers seemed really obnoxious. Maybe this is what Hyunjin meant earlier.
“I almost punched one of them earlier.” You added with a scoff, earning a mischevious chuckle from someone behind you. “Do it next time, I didn’t see a thing.” You turned your head around to see that it was Minho who said it. He stated it playfully, as he pretended to look around in order to add effect to his statement. The entire group started to laugh before Bang Chan chimed in once again. “As much as I’d like to see that, don’t. You’ll lose your job.” He ended his sentence with a teasing chuckle as you all neared the buses. Your feet paused as you were the last one in line to get on, behind Hyunjin. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to get on the bus with you guys..?” It made you nervous, you didn’t want to get in trouble or get anyone else in trouble. “For the last time, yes.” The blonde male grabbed your arm and started to pull you up the steps of the bus.
“Okay okay damn bro.” You yanked your arm back from his rather tight grip, “i oughta punch you after that.” Seething your teeth in slight pain, rushing him to his seat so you weren’t in the middle of the aisle. Your only worry was about someone else seeing you get on the bus with them. Rumors start rather fast. And with the way these entitled dancers acted, you wouldn’t be surprised if they started drama or made a huge deal about it. You sat down next to Hyunjin, across the aisle from Bang Chan and Felix. Everyone engrossed themselves in conversations along the way. And you seemed to be able to participate in them a lot better now.
It turns out, chan and you had actually had a lot in common. Something else that Hyunjin was right about, you and him definitely did get along. You had very similar likes and interests and it wasn’t long before the entire group had felt like your friends. At first you weren’t sure, but you definitely knew this is where you wanted to be. This is how you wanted it to be.
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kangals · 9 months ago
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way back in 2014, probably a few weeks or months after you posted that picture of boone with the stick on his head, i checked your blog out and so dearly enjoyed all the dogposting that i followed. i think you were the first dogblr blog i actually followed at the time, but it's been ages and my memory is bad, so i'm not fully sure. it wasn't long before then--2012 i think?--that i had gotten a new dog of my own, a border collie. iirc he and boone were just about the same age.
in 2018 i lost that blog i'd followed you with, and a lot of connections with it. i didn't return until 2021, and when i did, i didn't refollow most of the old blogs; i don't think i even really went looking for them. it took me a while to get back into the swing of using tumblr.
last september, my border collie had a sharp health decline, and i had to say goodbye. it's not the first time i've had to put a pet down, but i think it was the hardest. i'm still not over it. even just typing this now, i feel raw.
then in march or so, i made a new fandom friend who knows you, and i enthusiastically recalled following you before and how much i enjoyed it. i didn't even know about stellina, and now there's kep too! but... i also didn't know you'd lost boone. i followed because i still really enjoy your blog, and i love your collies too. and butters!!! so glad she's still here!
idk what made me look tonight... maybe because i talked about my old border collie with someone today. i went looking for the posts immediately around when you lost boone, because i guess some part of me wanted to know what happened. i spent the better part of an hour (maybe longer?) reading posts from the weeks before the decline, and then the loss, and then the deluge of old boone pictures after, and i've been crying pretty much the whole time just reading your posts and tags about him.
and this is a long and windy way to get to saying thank you. i'm glad you shared your grief, though that seems like a weird thing to say. there's something cathartic about crying over someone else's dog when you still hurt about your own, and knowing you're not alone in that kind of sorrow. boone was such a beautiful boy. i'll never forget that silly post that made me check your blog out in the first place, or the years of posts i stuck around for after. i wish i'd remembered to follow sooner, but the archive is still there, and it's so fun looking through all those old posts about him and his quirks and antics. he was amazing.
sorry for the length of this, i just... really wanted you to know that he touched yet another life, i guess. and i've been so deeply enjoying your posts about stellina and kep. i know it'll be a year soon... i hope there's some peace in how things have gone since he passed, and i hope the anniversary isn't too hard on you. thank you for sharing him with us.
i've been on tumblr for 14 years and this is, genuinely, the nicest ask i think i've ever been sent.
thank you - sincerely. there's been a lot of times over the course of this blog that i've felt like i was oversharing, or talking about pointless things only i cared about. i still so frequently start typing out a post only to stop mid-sentence and delete it because i can't help but think "no one cares about this." possibly it's why i like to talk about my pets so much - they're not me, but i'm the one who knows them best, so i get to say "hey look at this" and ramble and have people say "i'm looking" back. when boone passed, i lost that filter and i poured my grief out into this blog because it was the closest outlet i had. and to have hundreds of people not only acknowledge this but to commiserate, to reassure, to share their own stories - that helped healed me more than i can put into words. it's exactly as you said: there's a catharsis in grieving together.
i am sorry you also had to say goodbye. i wish i could say it gets easier, but i think that would be defeating the point of grief. your grief is your love and damn it if there isn't any act more loving in the world than choosing to say goodbye to an old, loyal dog. you think of how dogs were domesticated tens of thousands of years ago, of how human society and dogs have developed intertwined, of how we have records of ancient greeks and romans carving loving epitaths on their dog's graves, of how a prehistoric dog's skull was found with a bone placed in it's mouth after death, and you wonder if grieving a dog isn't one of the most consistent experiences in the whole of human history that there is.
i'm glad to know that this could bring you some comfort, in some way. it's incredibly touching to know that you kept me and boone in your thoughts for all this time. i am doing ok - i've been reflecting a lot as we approach the one-year mark. i'm not sure if i'll be able to condense those thoughts down into coherent words, but i'll do my best. i hope that my silly little pets continue to bring you some happiness, and that you've found peace with your own grief.
thank you, again - this is extremely touching and means a hell of a lot to me.
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disclaimer before we start, this is not a suicide note. promise. if you're concerned about it, either scroll on by or read the whole thing before you jump to conclusions.
I wish I could know what I mean to you.
You say you've lost friends before; you say you couldn't bear to lose me too. And yet. (There's always an and yet.) I can't believe you. I can't believe that you care about me, that you wouldn't forget - that I won't simply slip through the cracks when I'm gone.
I'd be devastated if you died, especially like I'm planning to. I know I would. But I simply can't believe you'd feel the same way if I died.
Call me a coward if you like - I do, often enough. I know it's cowardice, to look for the easy out instead of the hard continuation. And yes, I do call killing myself the easy out.
Be comforted, at least, that I'm determined - no matter how often it occurs to me - not to do something actually cruel like go play in traffic or jump in front of a train. I don't need to traumatise people like that: there are other ways that will less affect people.
I wish you'd forget about me altogether. I really, really do, sometimes. I love you - I do, I love you dearly - but I wish you'd forget I exist and just let me go.
This has always been my destiny. I promise. I always expected to die by suicide, unless the Lord Christ returned before I did. I never expected to get this far, anyway - and I absolutely promise you this, you are one of the very specific reasons I've got this far. If I was to pick merely a handful of instances, five, well - I don't know precisely which the other four would be, but you and your actions would definitely be one of them.
Forgive me. That's all I ask. And seek help when you need it. Don't be ashamed to do so: it's not a moral failing. Or so I like to think. But how would I know? God knows I wouldn't be writing this if I was absolutely mentally stable and certain everything I did was right.
I don't claim this is right. But it's the only option - I can't go on like this. They don't think I'm mentally ill enough to be hospitalised, which is fair enough. Maybe I'm making it all up, and when it comes to it I'll find myself unable to. But how hard can this method be, really? Of course there's the risk that I mess up, survive and screw up my entire life. That's always a risk. It's possible I should do more research into this method just in case, though it's rare enough it's difficult to find much information about people intentionally taking it as a method of self harm and/or suicide. Or maybe I just say screw it and go through with it, see if it kills me. Hope it does. Or maybe that fun thing called 'complex suicide' where people use multiple methods in combination to kill themselves. Frankly I think that's most likely.
I'm not planning to do it right now, or even tonight, mainly because I'm too likely to be interrupted, so it would only be useful as a cry for help.
Also see: I do not want help, because I want to kill myself. Sorry to be blunt about it, but it's true. Getting help just sounds like too much hard work.
I don't know. I'm tired. I hope you take care of yourself more than I take care of anyone, including myself.
bolding this to make sure people notice it. since it has happened before. if you call the police for a wellness check on me I promise you I will tell them I'm fine and the only thing you will have gained is breaking my trust. I give you permission to call them if you have some reason to suspect I am actively in the process of suiciding. I am telling you right now I am not. that's a promise. but you know what genuinely could tip me over the edge? having my trust broken again about that. I. am. not. kidding.
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boldlyvoid · 4 years ago
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the guy at the rock show
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she/they reader x Spencer Reid
request for @boba-king-iroh ♥︎
summary: Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.
warnings: fluff, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions, friends to lovers, idiots in love, PDA, secret relationships
word count: 5666
a/n: there will be a smutty part 2 eventually because I can't not do that
THE PLAYLIST THAT GOES WITH THEIR SETLIST IF YOU WANT TO LISTEN WHILE YOU READ
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Taking Garcia’s last name wasn’t something they had to think hard about, Penelope basically raised them; she was like a sister, a best friend and a mother, even a bit of a fairy godmother to Y/N.
They met when Y/N was 17, they were sitting at a support group for dead parents in D.C. Right beside the lovely, overly cheerful, always helpful, Penelope Garcia. At first, Y/N couldn’t stand her, wondering how a person like that could be running a group for mourning people, it made her sick.
It wasn’t until she heard Penelope’s story for the first time, knowing how similar it sounded to her own and how, actually, you can take your grief and turn it into something beautiful. After the meeting, they pulled Penelope aside and gave her a big hug and a thank you.
It was the start of a lovely friendship, one Y/N didn’t know they needed until they were smothered in all the love you could possibly imagine.
The age gap between them wasn’t too big, Penelope was 10 years older than them which meant she was always one step ahead of Y/N and full of advice. Be it fashion, boys, girls and everything in between. They bonded in a way that was unbreakable, they were each other's family.
Penelope even helped her get into med school before she eventually switched to forensic science. Taking on the FBI academy, unlike Penelope, and joining the bureau officially. Penelope was there for her every single step of the way, making her career possible. She loved her dearly and wanted Y/N to succeed more than anyone in the world.
Getting to introduce herself to people as Agent Y/N Garcia, not to be confused with technical analyst Garcia, was one of the best feelings in the world.
Not many people ever mistook them, however, for whatever Penelope was, Y/N was the exact opposite.
Y/N preferred all black everything, she didn’t enjoy partying or close contact or the in-your-face-ness of Penelope’s way of life, she loved her band and motorcycle and being alone. They were quote-unquote edgy, not just for effect, but because it was how they felt the most comfortable, it was who they were and they liked it that way.
They were possibly the best Forensic Specialist the FBI had, keeping her in DC for all the most important cases. Helping her avoid Penelope and the BAU team as much as possible. They were great people, she didn’t hate them at all, it was just a lot of energy that they didn’t have to give to 7 other people all day long.
Spencer was the only one she could tolerate. Rather, he was the one she wanted to spend the most time with, even more than Penelope. He understood Y/N in a way others didn’t.
He was also quiet, like them, he didn’t pick on them or call them mini Garcia, baby-baby girl, or infant as some of them started to call her more recently.
He called them Y/N, he talked to them about star trek whenever he was visiting Penny, and he respected their pronouns. Using both she and they interchangeably, when he spoke of them, unlike most people who only used she and her because it made more sense in their small brains.
However, she wasn’t the only one who got teased. Spencer did as well, almost more because he was around the BAU team constantly. She hated hearing them bully him, he didn’t even count it as bullying but it’s basically what it was sometimes.
They put him down, they didn’t clue him in on things, they called out his stims and didn’t let him finish his sentences, especially when it had to do with his hyper-fixations. He was the brightest light in the room and they just picked his brain till he wasn’t useful anymore, before trying to turn out the light. It made Y/N furious.
They got called Mr and misses genius when they were on a scene together, remembering the first time she ever had a case with the BAU which was also the first time she snapped at someone for being mean to Spencer.
Someone asked Spencer a serious question, to which he did his fucking job and answered. Giving as much detail as humanly possible, being the absolute genius he is and should be praised for, only to have Emily poke him in the cheek and say; “wow, he’s so life-like?”
“Well yeah, cause he’s a fucking human who deserves respect from the people who use his brain all day,” Y/N cursed under their breath from the crime scene, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
Leaving the sweetest man on earth to find them later and give them a hug. Thanking them for all that they do, and appreciating what he has to offer. That’s when she realized she liked him, more than just the guy who sometimes sleeps on her couch because he’s friends with her sister.
It was difficult being surrounded by men unlike Spencer, specifically the older men in her field who didn’t understand anything outside of money, guns, and violence. The worst part of the job being the politics in the background; the hierarchy and ass-kissing all because she worked in the nation's capital.
They were sure it was probably better in a smaller facility, a local police station where no one knew her and they could finally have some peace and quiet.
But she’d miss Penelope, and Spencer too for that matter.
At first, they’d hide in their room when Penelope brought him over for movie nights or when he crashed on the couch after bringing her home drunk from the bar. In the early days, she worried that he was going to be her new boyfriend, taking all of Penelope’s free time and leaving Y/N with nothing.
But then he started coming over all the time just to hang out, sitting on the couch with nothing to say, being the third wheel while Y/N and Penelope spent time together. For the last 7 years.
Over that time they had many conversations alone, she learned that he was really smart, he was a lot younger than most of the team because he blew through high school by the time he was 13, and he was genuinely the sweetest man in the whole entire world.
One time, Penelope was running late when Spencer showed up at the door with chips and candy, ready to watch his weekly movie with his friend. Only she wasn’t going to make it home in time, and Y/N didn’t want him to have to go back to his apartment all alone.
“You can come in and watch it with me if you wanted to?” She offered, smiling softly. “What was it you picked for tonight?”
“It was Penelope’s night to choose, so you can pick instead if you want?” Spencer offered right back, walking in like he owned the place.
He was more confident now than he was in the beginning, but that was probably because he was 23 and she was 18.
Back then he’d barely look at her and sometimes he’d shake when they made eye contact or when she got drunk and hugged him goodbye after a long night with Penelope. He was like that with Penny in the early days of their friendship too, apparently, so she didn’t feel too bad about it.
He warmed up eventually, making her wait 7 years for him to do something about the growing feelings they both shared.
“You like Marvel movies right?” She bit the inside of her lip as she waited for his answer. Watching him walk around the kitchen for a bowl that he could put his snacks in.
“Yeah they’re great, I haven’t watched past the second Thor, I think the next one is another Captain America?” he’s all smiles as he joins her on the couch, closer than normal, as close as he’d sit with Penelope, but then again she was a cuddler and Y/N wasn’t.
Sometimes Y/N would come out of her room to find Spencer’s head on Penelope’s lap, resting on a pillow as she ran her fingers through his hair to soothe his perfect mind after a long day. A few times she’s walked in on him crying or even sound asleep in her arms. They had a friendship Y/N admired, they were each other's person.
They comforted each other in the exact way they needed it; Penelope giving him the physical touch he craved and he would often compliment her. He was always telling her she was the best and buying her gifts to show his appreciation, calling her the most beautiful and smartest person he knew. He knew that she needed to hear it, needed the reassurance that she was still a good person and he made her believe it.
It made Y/N love him more seeing how much he cared for her sister.
“The winter soldier is the best!” She gushed, sitting close so they could share the chips as she waited for the movie to load up.
He was very quiet when he watched movies, smiling and laughing at the right parts but typically he paid so much attention it was like he was a statue. Y/N spent more time glancing at him than the actual movie.
“Is there something on my face?” Spencer asked, nervous when he noticed her glance at him for the 100th time that night.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she panicked lightly, swallowing quickly before looking away.
“What?”
“I don’t know, I just think you’re fascinating,” she whispered because then she didn’t really say it, and it didn’t really count.
“Oh,” he smiled softly, leaving it at that and forcing his attention back on the movie.
After a while, Spencer started to get even closer. He put the bowl on the coffee table and sat back almost on top of her, reaching an arm behind the couch so that Y/N was right against his side. He had done it with Penelope before, confident in this little living room, almost forgetting it was Y/N beside him.
Y/N rested her hand on his knee, rubbing her thumb over his jeans in a soft little circle as she pretended to watch the movie. More concerned with Spencer’s breathing and the feeling of his hand inching towards their shoulder than anything else.
Then they heard keys at the front door. Pulling away from each other quickly to curl up on opposite sides of the couch and pretend they weren’t just cuddling.
“Hey, you still came!” Penelope cheered, a little drunk from whatever she was doing before.
“I’d never miss a night with the Garcia’s,” Spencer smiled at her, looking calm and collected as ever while Y/N turned bright pink.
“Oh, I love Bucky! Oh my god let me go change and I’ll come watch too!”
That was just the first time they ended up cuddling, certainly not the last.
It wasn’t often that Penelope was too busy to spend time with Y/N, rather the contrary. Sometimes Y/N had to beg her to leave her be at certain events. Like when their band was playing at any of the local bars and Penny started inviting everyone she knew to come and watch her sister play.
It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Y/N loved her support.
When Y/N peaked her head out to see the crowd before a show, normally Penelope was sitting in the front with a drink and at least 4 friends, cheering and chanting their name, ready to rock out to their covers.
Tonight she didn’t see Penelope at all, she knew she wouldn’t, Penelope was in London visiting Emily with Derek for the second time in the past year, leaving no one to come to the monthly show Y/N’s band put on, or so she thought.
Spencer came all by himself.
He was sitting in the front, at a table with a bowl of pretzels and a ginger ale, not interested in the drinking or the socializing, just there to support Y/N. It made her feel giddy, like a schoolchild seeing their crush at recess.
It was so nice of him that it gave her butterflies, and normally that didn’t happen. They could go on and play a show in front of ten thousand people and feel nothing, but the second Spencer Reid was there to cheer them on, they were a mess.
“What song are we doing first again?” Y/N asked Evie, their lead singer and best friend outside of work.
“Who are they?”
Y/N was taken aback, “What?”
“You’ve never been nervous, who came to see you?” Evie clarified her question.
“No one, for fuck sake, I thought we left all the profilers at home tonight?” she sighed, shaking the nerves out of their body as they jumped up and down lightly.
They paced back and forth for a few minutes to wear down the nerves but only managing to make herself sweat to death and discard the leather jacket she always wore on stage. She walked in a circle aimlessly, remembering the setlist in their mind and how the spotlights typically made it so they couldn’t see the crowd anyway so it’s not like she could fuck up by making eye contact with him.
And it’s not like it was the first time he had seen her play, Spencer comes every month with Penelope, he liked a lot of the music they covered from when he was an emo teen in university. They’ve bonded over it before sharing albums and records back and forth, but she was still scared shitless at the prospect of him caring about her enough to come alone.
Especially when he hated being in situations like this in the first place.
It was their turn to go on, the manager of the bar gathering them and telling them to go on and so Y/N started walking towards the stage door, only to be pulled back harshly by Evie’s cold hands.
“Don’t forget your sticks, god who do you wanna fuck so bad it makes you this stupid?” She placed the drumsticks in Y/N’s hands, “get it together.”
“Sorry, it’s the guy in the sweater vest, front row,” they whispered in response, putting their head down and heading to the stage before she could tease them about it.
“The Forensic Lyricists are here once again folks!” The Manager introduced them to the crown, “get ready for them to dig up some classics!” Always the same dumb joke before every show.
Opening with crushcrushcrush by Paramore, thank god she remembered, it was an easy song to play as they warmed up and pushed the nerves away. They could play it in their sleep, with their eyes closed, and so that's what they did.
Eyes closed, mouthing the words as the adrenaline of the night took over the anxiety and made them go insane, like most nights. They didn’t need drinks or drugs to feel hyped at most shows, all she needed was a smile from penny and a good luck text from Spencer.
Playing by memory until she felt more confident and then getting into it. “They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies…”
“Crush, crush, crush, crush crush two, three, four!!” Y/N sung backup for each chorus, finally getting into it.
“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again.”
They tried their hardest to push the images of that night on the couch with Spencer out of their mind as they sang along, trying to harmonize and cover the backup for Evie as best as she could.
“Let’s be more than this now!”
She always took the bridge, as the drummer and the most passionate one, it only made sense. Y/N always got the crowd on their feet, roaring along as they jumped to the beat.
“Rock and roll, baby, Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? I need something to sing about! Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about!”
“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, let’s be more than, noOoo!”
She had a crush on Spencer fucking Reid and one now noticed as they tried their hardest to focus on the words when all that came to mind right now was his body heat and how good he smelled and how nice it was that he came to support them.
“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, Let’s be more than this, more than thiiiiiis, oooooooh, mmmmmmhmmm,” she sang the ending of the song along with Evie, their harmony sounding more perfect than any performance before.
Critics always said the performance is better when you mean the words you’re singing. With that, they accepted their crush on Doctor Spencer Reid after 7 long years of knowing him. They pushed through nerves so that they could go and see him after and do something about it, now that Penelope wasn’t home to tease her for it.
Leading right into Dear Maria, Count Me In. Their bass player, Kat taking the lead for her favourite song. Being an all ‘girl’ punk band was her idea, and now they all enjoyed taking turns singing their favourite songs in front of mostly strangers, once a month.
Every single song made her think of Spencer in some way as she remembered the rest of the set, it had 5 songs in total and each one included at least one reference to something she knew about Spencer.
It was hard to not think about him while he stood at the edge of the stage with everyone and bopped his head along to the beat, a smile growing on his face as he also noticed the little references to them in the songs.
The Rock Show by Blink182 was going to hit a little too close to home as she sang the words all but to him, making eye contact with him as he moved to the best spot to see them play, much like Penelope would do every time.
She didn’t realize how much this song actually represented her life before tonight, starting to sing her song alone while Spencer watched. Deciding on the spot to dedicate it to him in the most fucking obvious way possible, taking her chances because he must have come for a reason.
“Hanging out behind the club on the weekends. Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends, I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour, I remember that it's the first time that I saw him there!”
Spencer was smiling then, noticing the lyric change as they made eye contact, nodding along as he watched. Genuinely enjoying himself and the show, it was lovely to see. She couldn’t help but smile against the mic as she sang and played. Wondering how his face will change with the next verse she watched him from the corner of her eye.
Her bandmates turning to see her as they played their guitars, nodding in agreement at the lyric change, they knew what she was up to. It wasn’t the first time they used the stage to bring someone home with them.
“He's getting kicked out of school cause he's failing. I’m kinda nervous, cause I’m sure all his friends hate me! He’s the one, he'll always be there, I took his hand and I’ll make it I swear,
“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!”
Spencer’s smile was priceless, it made them even more confident to sing all the words, wanting him with zero shame, it’s not like anyone who knew him would know about this.
“When we said we were gonna move to Vegas I remember the look your mother gave us 17 without a purpose or direction We don't owe anyone a fuckin’ explanation”
“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” Making the softest eye contact with him, they moved their whole body to play to him.
“Black and white picture of him on my wall, I waited for his call, he always kept me waiting, and if I ever got another chance I'd still ask him to dance, because he kept me waiting!”
“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town,”
“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” She had never been this passionate while playing this song in all the years they had played it together.
Her bandmates taking the lead singing, “with the guy at the rock show!”
“I’ll never forget you,” she sang in the middle of their chants, “I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget tonight, I’ll never forget tonight…”
She shot a wink at him before turning back in her seat to face the drum set the best way. The last two songs were Evie’s and Kat’s, she covered the backup vocals, making the occasional glance towards Spence as she thought of him.
Counting down the minutes till she could go see him.
Come a little closer by cage the elephant, an obvious title with lyrics that would clearly bring every memory of brushed hands against lower backs as they slipped past each other in crowded rooms, lingering as long as possible before they were gone again. Goodnight hugs when Penelope was already asleep and he could hold her a big longer and tighter, resting his head on her shoulder while she rubbed his back and breathed him in. And that night on the couch, not to mention all the mornings she walked in on him sleeping peacefully, brushing the hair out of his face, softly, in the hopes he didn’t wake up.
“Come a little closer, then you'll see, Come on, come on, come on, Things aren't always what they seem to be… Do you understand the things you been seein' Come on, come on, come on! Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming… Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!”
And even when he did she had a coffee ready for him when he sat up and smiled, giving them a few hours alone before Penelope would wake up. Talking all morning about star trek and dr. Who, smacking his knee as he made jokes that genuinely made them laugh while trying to keep her voice down so they didn’t wake Penelope.
Not many people made her feel like that in her life.
“Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!” Staring at him, enticing him to do it the next time they had the chance.
The intro to I’d Do Anything by simple plan was one of her favourites to play, smiling wide as she began to drum as her best friends sang the words.
Waiting for the chorus to sing the words at Spencer, really sending the message, he wasn’t dumb, not in the slightest, he would get it. He had to, she had already been so obvious there was no turning back now.
“This could be the one last chance to make you understand,”
Her arms were starting to hurt as she played along with the most energy she has had in years, playing like a teenager whose parents just died and she needed to hit something, once again. It was freeing, playing with what she could only imagine was love in her chest instead of anger. It’s how she was supposed to play.
"I’d do anything Just to hold you in my arms To try to make you laugh Cuz somehow I can’t put you in the past I’d do anything Just to fall asleep with you Will you remember me? Cuz I know I won’t forget you,"
Focusing on the drumming and ignoring the lyrics as her bandmates covered the lyrics, letting her go hog fucking wild on the drum set, almost kicking the chair out from under herself as they kept going. Joining for the chorus again before beating the shit out of her drum set.
I close my eyes And all I see is you I close my eyes I try to sleep I can't forget you Na na na And I'd do anything for you Na na na Naaaaaaa
“I’d do anything!” She closed her eyes as she pushes the words past her vocal cords, again and again, passionately playing the drums as her hair flew all over the place, worried she might break the sticks as she played.
“Cause I know I won't forget yoooou!” She plays the end of the song, snapping the left drumstick in half before throwing the right one into the crowd, right into Spencer’s hand, sending him a wink before saying goodbye to the crowd.
Sweaty as hell from playing the drums, they brushed their long black hair back behind their ears and in a low ponytail so it would fit under her motorcycle helmet on the way home. Putting their leather jacket back on and heading into the main bar to find Spencer.
“Hey,” he smiled as she walked towards him, the drumstick now resting in his pocket as he approached her.
“I can’t believe you came here all by yourself?” Y/N laughed slightly before pulling him into a thank-you hug.
“I wouldn’t miss it, I’ve been coming for a year now, it’s always a great time,” his smile was perfect, his teeth were so white and straight and she wondered how they’d feel against her neck.
“It’s been that long?” She pretended that she didn’t notice, biting their lip as he ran the calculations in his mind.
He nodded with a soft, pressed-lipped smile, the Spencer classic. “Yep, it’s been exactly 14 months straight now.”
“I know you don’t like bars and loud noises and people you don’t know, or germs which makes this like a nightmare of yours I guess because of the close proximity of people and the germs being spread as everyone screams in a crowd,” she ranted before he was pulling her into another hug, “so this means a lot to me,” she finished her thought beside his ear for only him to hear.
“Anytime,” he whispered as he held her, his arm on her back and chin resting on her shoulder.
“Did you need a ride home?” She offered, thinking about how nice it would be for him to wrap his arms around their body as he sat behind her on Patsy, her motorcycle.
“Yeah, unless you wanted to go to your place and watch another movie? I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music.
“Yeah, I’d love that, it’s been lonely while Penny’s gone,” a smile erupting on her face as she got the reference, “come on then.”
She took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers and dragging him backstage towards her locker. She had a space to keep her things for practice and other shows she did during the week, keeping an extra helmet and jacket in the locker for nights like this, however, normally it was a cute stranger. Not the man she’s been crushing on since she was a teenager.
“Oh, you brought Patsy,” Spencer’s face went white.
“Did you not want to ride her? Come on, everyone wants to ride her at least once,” Y/N teased him as she put the helmet in his free hand.
Her bandmates staring at her with proud smiles as she took the guy from the rock show home; the one in the sweater vest from the front, the one who was the most into the whole show, they both gave Y/N a wave and a smile as they slipped out the backstage door.
They walked out to the parking lot, still hand in hand with their helmets in the other. Stopping at her dark purple Suzuki GS650 GT, it was her most prized possession because it used to belong to her parents.
She put her hair in the right spot before putting the helmet on, sitting down and starting the engine, revving it for everyone in the lot to see as Spencer put his helmet on and threw a leg over the seat, nervous as ever.
He fit behind her perfectly, just enough room on the seat for his chest to press against her back as he placed his hands gingerly on her hips. It made her laugh.
“You’re going to want to hold on better than that pretty boy,” she teased him before revving the engine once more, kicking the kickstand up and speeding out of the parking lot.
Spencer gripped her tightly as she took off down the street, taking the longest route possible to her home. She didn’t hit a single red light for at least 5 blocks, zooming through traffic as Spencer squeezed the life out of her.
He felt amazing, his hands were so big as he fully wrapped around her, reaching around completely so his right hand was on her left hip and vice versa. He was so close she could feel his heartbeat against her back.
He was nervous, he flinched every time she turned and held on even tighter somehow.
So she did another lap of the block, around the park’s bend so she could lean the bike as far as possible as Spencer’s fingers dug into her hips fiercely. Breathing deep enough that she could hear him over the engine, but he wanted her to keep going. Not ready to let go of her yet, this is the closest they had ever been to each other.
When she finally pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex, they bumped over the curb and his hand grazed Y/N’s boob, he pulled back so fast it was barely there, she just shook her head and laughed. Parking the bike and putting the kickstand back down.
Spencer let out a sigh, relaxing against her as he rested his chin on her shoulder again.
“Have fun?”
“Surprisingly, yes,” he laughed, his voice deep and dry from breathing with his mouth open, it was cute.
He got off first when his legs were finally able to work again, still vibrating from the rev of the engine he walked like Ariel when she got her legs. It was priceless, no one has reacted like that after getting a ride from them, not even Penelope.
She took her helmet off while still on the bike, shaking her hair out of the ponytail as provocatively as possible before getting off. Spencer’s jaw fell open once more as he watched, breathlessly, just as she expected.
Either he liked them before and never told them, or he was going to start now.
Either way, it excited Y/N to their core, taking his hand once more and leading him inside, this time they could be as close as they wanted to and no one was going to walk in on it. She stopped at her locked apartment door, looking at Spencer as softly as possible so he’d know her feelings were real.
“I know this will cause the teasing we already get to skyrocket, so if you wanted to keep it between us, I fully understand,” she whispered.
“Is that what you want?”
He was so sweet it made her heartache, never before had anyone made her feel like this; like she wasn’t in control of her body or mind, like an override in the system her brain and heart chose Spencer and there was no stopping them.
“I just told a whole bar of people that I’m in love with the guy at the rock show before taking you home in front of everyone,” she laughed, “I don’t care if people know, I just hate when they tease us, they belittle everything we do like we’re 17 forever, it’s not fun for me.”
“I hate it too,” he pressed his lips together awkwardly once more, “I’d like to keep you to myself for a while.”
She cupped his face in her hands and pulled in, pressing her lips against his as they both tried to repress their tightlipped smiles. Finally, finally kissing after all those years staring at each other's lips while they explained something, passionately as ever with the most attentive ears.
“Exactly, me too,” she smiled wider as she pulled back from him, unlocking the front door and pulling him inside for that movie he mentioned.
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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 4 years ago
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Slow dancing in a burning room | d.m imagine
Request: no.
Word count: 3029
Pairing: draco x slytherin!reader with a tiny bit of oliver wood x slytherin!reader
Note: Major heartbreak. I was inspired by the song Slow dancing in a burning room by the talented John Mayer. For the best reading experience, I suggest you to listen to it while reading. Also, I might or might not have an idea for a second part, so let me know if you want that. Thanks. xx
The Yule Ball. Probably one of the greatest nights for the students in Hogwarts. The boys were nervous about asking the girls to go to the Ball with them, and they were furious about the fact that they had to take dance classes so they wouldn’t make a fool out of themselves during the opening dance. And the girls were excited to dress up nicely, and to do each other’s hair and makeup. It was a perfect night for those who were afraid to confess their feelings and ask their crush out on a date.
It was perfect for me to pretend that my heart was finally mended, and I didn’t spend my nights with crying and trying to erase all those shared memories from my mind. But the fact, that I wore the dress I had picked out just for him, because I knew how much he would have loved my long deep dark green satin dress with the diamond necklace he gave me for last Christmas didn’t really help. I just wanted to look good for him. Let him see how proud I was to be his.  It hurt to see myself the way I was dressed up. I was dressed for him and not for my date. Or for myself. I looked exactly the way I wanted to look – just for him. Maybe I needed to hurt myself with this. Maybe it was a good step to finally start my healing process and learn to love myself.
- Are you ready? – Pansy turned to me after she finished her makeup – Wow, you look absolutely beautiful. I love this colour on you.
- Thank you – I smiled at her – You look amazing too. Blaise is going to faint when he sees you in this dress – I winked at her and laughed a bit at how her face turned into a dark shade of red. It was so amusing to watch my two friends being little troublemakers, but they were both afraid to tell each other how they truly felt.
- He better be, because I didn’t force myself into this dress for him to say nothing – she playfully rolled her eyes and dragged me out of the room. I was biting the inside of my mouth, and my nervousness grew by every step we took towards the stairs. I didn’t know if he was going to be there. I didn’t even know if he had asked someone to the Ball.
- Calm down – Pansy squeezed my hand and stopped me for a minute. She checked if anyone was close enough to hear what she was about to say, and when she made sure we were alone, she grabbed both of my hands and looked me in the eyes – I know what you’re thinking about, and you have to stop it right now. You have an amazing date for the Ball, and I want you to have a good time – she looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. Pansy was there in the first days, not leaving my side. She even slept next to me, so she could be there for me even in the middle of the night, when I had a dream about him and I, and I woke up choking on my tears. She was worried, and wanted nothing but understand everything. But how could I make her understand when I didn’t know either what was really going on?!
- It’s hard – I sighed and looked away – I don’t know if I…
- You can! – she assured me – I know that you can stay strong, Y/N. Listen to me, we go down to our dates. We dance. We have fun. And if you feel like you need to leave, you come to find me and we leave. I’ll always be here for you, okay? – she smiled – But at least try to enjoy the night. For your own sake.
She was right. I had to try at least. I nodded and took her hand in mine, leading her to the stairs. Our dates were already waiting for us at the bottom, standing next to each other and they were in a deep conversation; but when Blaise looked up and caught us, he nudged Oliver to pay attention to us. I forced a smile on my face, and walked down the stairs, with Pansy by my side. The look on Blaise’s face was worth it. He looked at Pansy like she was the only girl in the whole world, and the smile on his face told me he was very proud to be her date tonight. And maybe be even more after it.
- You look great – Oliver Wood smiled at me kindly and offered me his arm, which I gladly accepted and let him to lead me to the Great Hall, which was transformed into an even magical Ball room for the night. It was like our very own winter wonderland made out of ice. Everyone looked so different in their formal clothes. I was used to seeing them in their robes or in their sweaters, but they looked amazing. The room was slowly filled with the arriving couples and we were only waiting for the Champions to enter the room and open the dance so we can join them. Oliver had his arm around my shoulder, protecting me from the couples who surrounded us just to get a better look at the dancing Champions and their dates. I was smiling at how Harry managed to step on his own feet during dancing, when I caught a familiar pair of grey eyes. His face was mainly emotionless, but I could tell his jaw was clenched and he was frowning a bit. My heart skipped a beat as I checked how amazingly dashing he looked tonight. I would have bet his tuxedo cost a smaller fortune, but the white shirt and bow tie he had on somehow fit his pale skin. A few strands of his platinum blonde hair was almost in his eyes. I always loved that. It made him look less terrifying. But my heart dropped into my stomach when I saw that someone was clinging onto his arm. I had seen the girl before, she was a Slytherin too, but I never really heard her speaking to anyone apart from her best friend. I had to admit, she looked very good in her light blue dress. Her black hair was up in a tight bun, and little diamonds decorated it. I wondered if those were gifts from Draco.
- Come, dance with me – Oliver took my hand softly and pulled me to the dance floor. I was very thankful for his gesture. He pulled me close to his body, and let me rest my head on his chest. I was fighting back my tears, and tried very hard not to break down in the middle of the dance floor. He did come with someone else. He was allowed to. We broke up after all. Who was I to ban him from moving on? I should have done it too – He is still watching you – he whispered in my ear. I froze for a moment, but reminded myself that we were dancing, so I kept moving.
- I don’t know who you’re talking about – I answered him and twirled around. I put my hand back in his and followed his lead. Oliver was a great guy. I really liked him, and admired his passion for Quiditch. He was nice to everyone, and he had a good sense of humour. So when he asked me if I wanted to go to the Ball with him, I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t. Except for one, of course, but that was only a delusion.
- Y/N – he laughed – I saw the way you looked at him, like he was the only man in the whole world for you – he smiled softly – But I also saw the pain written on your face when you realised he came to the Ball with Darcy Hopkins – Oliver caressed my bare back with his hand – And you know what else I saw?
- What? – I asked with an annoyed but playful tone. I don’t think he knew how toxic our relationship was. Our close friends saw it, and tried to help. They were almost relieved when they heard us fighting one night. That night, when we ended things. That night, when we broke each other. But I don’t think that they’ve ever realize how hard it is to pull yourself out of a toxic relationship with someone you loved dearly.
- I saw how he looked at you when we entered the Hall. I’ve only seen him looking at you like that – Oliver looked down at me – And I saw how hurt he was when he realized that you had a date for tonight. Listen, Y/N, I’m not a relationship expert. My only long term relationship is with Quiditch – I laughed at him a little – But that doesn’t mean I can’t tell if a friend of mine is in love.
- It’s not that easy – I sighed – I really appreciate your kindness shown towards me. It means a lot to have someone trying to understand the whole situation, but I’d rather not talk about this. Tonight should be fun, and I really don’t want to ruin it for you with my constant whining about how Draco and I screwed up something that could have lasted a lifetime. Both he and I made huge mistakes, which eventually lead us to break up. I’m working on myself, and taking baby steps on the path of healing – I shrugged – I know this is going to take a while, but I also know that one day, I’ll be fine again.
- I’m happy to hear that, but I think he thinks about this differently – before I could ask him what he meant by this, I got my answer. My body went in shock when I saw Draco approaching us and looking at Oliver with respect and anger in his grey eyes. I was genuinely surprised how civilized he was acting, but again, he had no reason to be jealous or overprotective. We weren’t together.
- Excuse me, Wood – he looked at Oliver – Can I steal your partner away for a dance?
Oliver nodded and put my hand in Draco’s. When my skin touched his cold hands I felt like an electric shock ran through my whole body. I missed holding his hands in the hallways or at night. Playing with his long fingers while he laid in his bed, talking about everything and anything in the middle of the night. I missed feeling his hands around my body, when he held me close to himself while we were asleep. I had to force back my tears when I looked up at him. He was beautiful. Almost too beautiful to be too.
- May I have this dance? – he didn’t wait for my answer. Draco pulled me closer and placed his other hand on my waist. It was so easy for me to follow his lead. The memory of us slow dancing around the huge Christmas tree in the even huger living room of the Malfoy Manor from last winter rushed back to my mind. We sneaked out of his room after his parents went to sleep and cuddled up on the coach with hot chocolate in our hands, legs tangled as we watched the flames dancing in the fireplace. Out of nowhere, Draco stood up and pulled me with him to dance. And we did. We danced with no music playing, our carefree laughter filled the silent house. We were so happy and so in love in our bubble, we didn’t even realize that we actually woke up Lucius and Narcissa who watched us having fun.
- You look breathtakingly beautiful – he whispered in my ear. Shiver ran down my spine, and the butterflies woke up in my stomach. No, it wasn’t right. He was at the Ball with someone else, so I was. – Y/N…
- What are we going, Draco? – I asked him. A month had passed ever since the night when we broke up, and I had to realize, I was still unable to move on. All my attempts of forgetting him were for nothing, because now, that he held me so close to his body that I could feel his heart beating fast. And his cologne filled with mint and his natural scent filled my nose and mind to the point where I couldn’t think straight anymore. All those feelings, good and bad, love and pain, passion and suffering. It was him. And I.
- I miss you – he buried his face in my neck and took a deep breath – Why did you come to the Ball with Oliver?
- Oh, no – I pushed his head away – We are not doing this, Draco. You don’t have the right to ask me these kind of questions. We’re not together, so I don’t have to explain myself to you anymore.
- Y/N – Draco’s hands held me tighter, like he was trying to cling to me – Please. Did you forget everything we had? – his eyes were filled with pain – Don’t you remember the secret dates by the Great Lake? Or when we would sneak up to the Astronomy Tower to see the shooting stars and make wishes on them? – we were spinning around the dance floor, not paying attention to anyone around us – I only made one wish. To have you by my side and to feel your love for the rest of my life. Please, tell me you still remember…
- Of course I do – I said – But I also remember all the pain you caused. I still remember every fight we had. Every bad word we threw at each other. I remember the jealousy, and how insanely overprotective and controlling you would get from time to time – I looked up at him with tears in my eyes – I remember how much we were destroying each other, Draco.
- If it isn’t destroying you, then it is not love – his voice was hard. I looked away from him, only to catch Pansy and Blaise staring at us from the side of the dance floor. Their faces showed concern, worry and hope at the same time.
- No. If it is love, then is should build us – I said slowly – Our relationship was toxic, Dray. You have to face it. We were killing each other slowly – my voice broke a little – All we did was fight. You were never good with confessing your feelings to yourself, let alone showing it to someone. And I needed you to do it, so I pushed you. I’m terribly sorry for forcing you into something you clearly wasn’t comfortable with in the first place – I apologised to him – But I came to a realization, that if I have to fight and ask for your attention, than I don’t want it at all.
- What do you mean I never showed you how I felt? – he stopped for a bare second, but continued dancing – What about all the gifts that I bought to you?
- That’s exactly what I’m talking about – I raised my voice – Gifts. I never asked for them. All I wanted was your affection. All I wanted was you to love me the same way I loved you
- Loved? – this time he really stopped dancing. We were standing in the middle of the dance floor, facing each other for the first time in weeks. I could tell that our schoolmates were watching us, waiting for a big drama, but all I could think about was how did we end up here? After all those fights, we still had energy to argue more. And we did it while our song was playing in the background, just to make the whole situation even worse.
- I need to heal – tears ran down my cheeks as I looked him in the eye – You know that the only way a wound can heal, is if you stop touching it. You are that wound for me, Dray. I need to stay away from you. I need to stop thinking about you. I need to stop loving you so I can finally learn to be happy again without you. So I can love again one day.
I took a step closer to him. He looked so lost and so hurt. My heart was breaking by the sight of his grey eyes filling with tears. I placed a hand on his soft cheek and caressed the pale skin with my thumb in a calming way. After all, I can wanted the best for him.
- Until you heal yourself, you’ll be toxic to every woman who tries to love you, Draco – I whispered so only he could hear me. He grabbed the hand on his cheek and tried to pull me back to him, but I was faster and stepped away from him, turning my back at the boy who I loved with every piece of my heart. But he was also the boy who hurt me so many times. I never knew I could feel so much pain, and yet be so in love with the person causing it.
- Can we please leave? – I asked Oliver when I successfully pushed everyone out of my way. He was waiting by the huge door, looking at me with worry and concern written all over his face. Pansy was already standing there with him, knowing very well that I was going to need her too for the rest of the night. I wanted to look bad. I wanted to see him one last time. I don’t know what I wanted to see exactly. Maybe the pain in his eyes. The tears streaming down his beautiful angelic face. I wanted to see him in the same state that I had been in for weeks. But I couldn’t do it. I knew if I saw him hurt – because of me – I would have pushed away all the bad memories, all the pain, and the suffering that I had to go through because of him, and I would have ran back to him just to tell him how much I still love him and how much I want to protect him. But instead I grabbed Oliver and Pansy’s hands and dragged them with me to the courtyard. When I felt the cold breeze hitting my face, I let everything out. I fell in my knees and sobbed. I had to realize, if your heart hurts a little after letting go of someone that’s okay. It means that your feelings were genuine. No one likes endings. But sometimes we have to put things that were once good to an end after they turn toxic to our wellbeing. Not every new beginning is meant to last forever. And not every person who walks into our life is meant to stay. Most relationship fail not because of the absence of love. Love is always present. It’s just that one loves too much and the other loves too little.
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simpforgojosatoru · 4 years ago
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HOME SWEET HOME (One-Shot) - Gojo Satoru x F! Reader
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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F! Reader/Gojo Satoru x OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary:  Satoru has been away on an overseas trip for a little over a month, and he’s coming back home today, and you decide to give him a welcome-home surprise.
Your loving and goofball of a boyfriend- the strongest jujutsu sorcerer had been away for a little over a month on an overseas trip, you both have missed each other a great deal, while the phone calls and Facetime had tide you both over, still nothing compares to the physical intimacy and closeness that you both so craved. Finally, the counting down is over, he’ll be home tonight, so here you are at your shared penthouse preparing a big surprise for him to come home to; a big, hearty, home welcoming meal, and something extra special for your special man. You are constantly keeping an eye on the time, and making sure everything will be ready by the time when he arrives.
*Time skip*
The ice cream is almost done, and Satoru should be here any minute now, and you are very excited to see him again, soon you will be back in one another’s arms. Satoru was exhausted; he got his luggage out of the taxi, sighing with relief as soon as he stepped into the elevator, very happy to be finally home and soon to reunite with his baby girl. When the elevator dinged, signaling arrival to the penthouse floor, all traces of tiredness vanished, and replaced by excitement and surprise as soon as he stepped out; he was greeted by both sight and smell, the sight of the dining table being all laid out with food, and the smell of the delicious food, that was undoubtedly prepared and cooked by his dearly beloved, and not to mention that there is a bottle of red wine chilling in an ice bucket as well. He dropped his bags in the hallway immediately, and started calling out for you.
“Y/N, baby…? Where are you? I’m home,” Satoru called.
Your heart leap with excitement, and as you were about to call back out, Satoru has already found his way to the kitchen, and both your faces lit up at seeing the other. He rushed to you without a word; he enveloped you in a tight embrace, and burrowed his head into the crook of your neck.
“Oh baby, baby, I’ve missed you so much,” Satoru stated, breathing deep in and out, relieved to be back in your arms.
“I’ve missed you ever so much too, Toru,” you state. “I’m so happy you are home now.”
Satoru grinned happily at you, from behind his blindfold, “I am too and for all that stuff out there. I know it must have taken you a long time to prepare and cook. Thank you very much, baby. It is very nice to come home to all these.”
“The dessert is just done too,” you add with a grin. “Vanilla and chocolate ice cream…”
Satoru grinned and licked his lips, “Sound delicious.”
“So, how was the trip?” you query.
Satoru nodded, “It was pretty good, and we had a lot of fun…”
“Exorcising curses or the jujutsu conference?” you ask with an eyebrow raised. “Or the sightseeing…?”
Satoru rolled his eyes at your insinuation of his laziness. He didn’t notice what you are wearing until you pull away to open the freezer to check on the ice cream, and he was stunned to see you wearing his high-end Givenchy black, long leather coat that goes down to just below your kneecaps.
“Honey, what are you wearing?” Satoru asked, stunned.
After closing the freezer door, you turn around, and say innocently, “Your very expensive Givenchy leather coat, you okay with that?”
Satoru nodded, “I’m okay with that, I am totally cool with that, babe.”
“Really…?” you ask, raising an eyebrow playfully, as you stalk closer and closer to him.
Satoru, though sensing something was up, still nodded calmly and seriously, “Yes, I am cool with that, honestly. I was just really surprised to see you wearing it, that’s all.”
You have walked up to him real close now, and you smile at him teasingly. Satoru swallowed nervously as he saw the teasing look in your eyes.
“Are you really cool with that? If you really do mind, I don’t mind taking it off,” you say teasingly, your fingers start undoing the buttons of the long leather coat.
His eyes widened, jaws dropped low, and he gasped with disbelief, while you continue to stare at him teasingly; you have undone all the buttons and revealed that you are utterly nude underneath. Satoru sucked in a deep breath, and gulped nervously. You wrap your arms around his neck; you continue to smile teasingly, and the front of the coat now only spread wider, your luscious naked body now completely exposed to his very eyes, and you lean in to kiss him sensually on the neck. He gasped at the sudden assault to his neck, but he loved it at the same time, and he started moaning and groaning as you continue kissing and sucking his neck. He did not expect to come home to any of these at all, he did not expect a hearty meal waiting for him, and he certainly did not expect you to be dressed so sexily like a sex kitten, and he certainly is not complaining, and in fact he is starting to enjoy it.
He decided to play your game, he pulled away abruptly, taking you by surprise, but then you see the serious look in his eyes, and you lick your lips teasingly and playfully. He growled, and quickly ripped the coat from your body.
“I do, I mind you wearing it,” Satoru stated heatedly.
You pout, “But you just said that you don’t mind me wearing it.”
With a wicked glint in his eyes, Satoru leaned in to kiss and suck your neck; you throw your head back and moaned. He moved from your neck to your ear, his lips not detaching from your skin, sliding up the contours of your neck and cheek until he reached your ear, he licked your ear lobe and you almost buckled, and whispered hotly, “But I prefer you naked.”
You moan and grin as Satoru continued to assault your neck. “Fair enough…”
His hands slid down your back to your buttocks and his hips thrust forward to tell you how hard he is, you grin, but you stop his hands, and pull way. You turn back with a playful shake of your pert bottom, and you look back to him, and wink. “Not right now, we have dinner to eat.”
Satoru growled, but then his lips formed a sly grin. “As much as I hate to put your efforts to waste, I’d rather have you instead, and you know very well how hard I am for you right now.”
You turn around, wagging a finger at him, “No, no, baby, we will have dinner first, then we can play.”
Satoru’s mouth twitched.
You smile and sit him down at the dining table, “Come on, let’s eat, dear.”
Satoru sat down grudgingly, he is all turned on, and now he has to wait till after dinner to have his fun. He glared at you sitting opposite him, you smile teasingly, and the fact that you are totally naked is not helping at all, he could feel himself getting harder and harder every minute, and it’s killing him. You laugh a tinkling laugh on noticing how grouchy your boyfriend is, and you just sit back in your chair, cross your legs and arms, and continue looking at him teasingly.
Satoru growled; his erection became increasingly uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers.  
“Aw, Toru baby, I promise you, I am entirely yours if you are a good boy and eat your meal,” you state with a wink.
Satoru smirked, “Really…? Completely mine to play?”
You smile sexily, took a sensual sip of your red wine, “To play, to do, to screw, to fuck, to make love…”
Satoru choked on his drink, but he quickly calmed down, and he continued to smirk. He could not believe the words that came out of your mouth, if you are planning to seduce him, you have already succeeded, and the huge prize is waiting for him at the end, when after dinner, you will be fully under his control.
“After dinner…?” Satoru asked.
“After dinner,” you promise. “My dear, don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”
Satoru grinned, “I’m counting on it.”
You both eat contentedly; with a very teasing look being thrown across the table to one another now and then. Although the looks were teasing and playful, but what was going through Satoru’s mind was serious, the food was delicious, and he felt ever so lucky as he ate, after having experienced a series of casual flings, and relationship failures, he has finally landed with the one, the one who genuinely loves him for him, and cares for him, not because of who he is, what did he ever do to deserve this perfect girl?
“You know, baby, I’m all done, there is just the dessert left,” you state teasingly. “I am just waiting for you.”
Satoru grinned, swished the red wine in his wine glass, took a sensual sip, “Like you said, babe, we have all the time in the world, and I have a better idea for the dessert.”
As soon as Satoru swallowed his last bite of the steak, he smiled seductively at you, you smile back teasingly, he got up slowly and walked over to you, he leaned down and cradled your neck, and he kissed you deeply and lovingly. As you engage in a hot kissing session, he lifts you up from your seat, and you both kiss some more before he pulled back with a grin.
“I’m just going to go and get the dessert, babe,” Satoru stated with a grin.
After fumbling in the kitchen, he came back out with the tub of double ice cream and two spoons, flashed a Cheshire cat grin, held out a hand for you to take, and led you in to the bedroom. You sit down and lie back in bed, looking and smiling at him teasingly, as if to say “Come and get me.” Satoru grinned at you sexily as he stripped off in front of you, but he left his boxers on, you raise an eyebrow at him, he grinned and removed his blindfold. He stared at you teasingly as he played and twirled his blindfold in his hands with his beautiful fingers.
You look questioningly at him, “What are you up to?”
Satoru chuckled, “Relax, darling, I’m just going to blindfold you, is that alright with you?”
You nod with a laugh, “Yeah, I am okay with it, not that I don’t mind a little kinkiness here now and then.”
It was now his turn to raise an eyebrow. “When did you become so kinky? I think you are the one who is kinky.”
You roll your eyes, “I honestly will not mind a little kinky play now and then, but let’s admit it, we are both kinky.”
Satoru chuckled, “That we are.”
He sat in front of you, smiling at you with love and excitement in his beautiful cerulean eyes; and he slid the blindfold over your eyes. Sliding his hands up and down your arms, he spoke softly against your ear, “Relax, babe, you trust me, right?”
You nod, “Yes, of course.”
Satoru pushed you gently to lie back down. He stood at the end of the bed admiring you for a while with a contented grin; he knew his baby girl was nervous, he watched your chest rise and fall as you anticipate his next move. You are a little nervous, with your eyesight temporarily disabled, all your other senses are heightened, your heart rate increasing rapidly, but you breathe in deep and out in slow while excitedly waiting for what Satoru will do.
Satoru then climbed onto the bed, kneeling gently over you, your hips just touching, he leaned down to give you a deep, loving kiss, but he quickly withdrew, causing you to pout. He grinned, and ran a slender finger along your lips to stop you from pouting. He then reached over the bedside table to grab the tub of ice cream and spoon. Hearing the clanging of the silverware only caused your anticipation to increase, and your breathing began to quicken. He grinned as he dug the spoon into the ice cream, scooped some ice cream, and licked off the spoon.
“Yummy,” Satoru stated with a smack of his lips.
You suck in a deep breath, and he chuckled.
“But I bet it’d be much tastier if I eat it off somewhere,” Satoru stated with a wicked grin.
Dipping the spoon into the tub for more ice cream, Satoru placed the spoon at your lips, letting you have a teasing taste of your own work, then he grinned salaciously as he started his torture, as he slid the spoon down from your chin, along your neck, down your chest, paying special attention to your breasts, and down to your tummy, constantly scooping and dropping the ice cream on to your bare skin, and you hissed at the extreme coldness as the ice cream made contact with your skin.
Once he finished, Satoru sat back on his heels as he grinned proudly at his handiwork, you are now effectively a human plate, with dollops of ice cream all over your chest, breasts and tummy, he chuckled wickedly as he chucked the spoon aside, and dove down to lick and suck you all over. You moan, your hands flew behind your head to grab hold of the headboard and you arched your back, as soon as you felt Satoru’s rough tongue licking, sucking and nipping your skin. Cradling your hip, he ran his tongue slowly up your tummy and navel, eating up scoops of ice cream, enjoying every taste and savoring every drop.
“Hm…I was right, very delicious,” Satoru commented, smacking his lips, with a grin.
Satoru continued his licking and sucking, and just as his tongue reached the underside of your left breast, your anticipation heightened, your breathing quickened, and when he surprised you by swiping your nipple with his rough tongue, and giving the right one the same treatment, your knees buckled and your legs kicked.
“Easy there, tiger,” Satoru chuckled, placing his hands on your thighs. “All in good time, darling.”
Satoru spent his sweet time eating the ice cream off your breasts, his tongue and mouth laving and sucking your nipples for much longer than necessary, even after the ice cream was cleaned up, and you continue to moan and writhe underneath him, and you threw your arms down from the headboard to hold on to him, and he chuckled against your skin.
“You are total perfection, baby,” Satoru stated with a satisfied sigh.
“Are you done with the foreplay yet?” you whine.
Satoru laughed as he took off the blindfold, you find Satoru grinning down at you, he leaned down to draw you into a deep, loving kiss, and you respond to the kiss as your arms held on to him. Satoru moved between your hips and wrap your legs around his waist and without warning, he thrusted in hard and rough, causing you to gasp into the kiss. You both have gone 1 month without sex, and now your vaginal walls are gripping him hot and tight, he moaned as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.
“You are so hot and tight, fuck!” Satoru moaned with a chuckle. “You really missed me, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea…”
“You are squeezing me so good!” Satoru groaned hotly.
“Looks like you’ve missed me too, huh?” you ask cockily.
Satoru grinned, “The phone calls and phone sex weren’t satisfying enough.”
Without another word, Satoru began thrusting and pulling, and with every thrust he bottomed out to your womb, you both moaned sexily as he sped up his pace, fucking you relentlessly. As Satoru continued to move inside you, him being the strongest, able to keep up the speed he’s making love to you, you don’t know how long you have been going at it, you may already have come more than once or twice, and you held onto him, your fingernails digging into his skin, he winced but he continued to move his kisses down to your neck, whispering sweet words into your ear as he moaned and groaned, as he drove you both to orgasm.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl!” Satoru moaned huskily. “I love you, I love you!”
Cupping his face as you look into his ocean blue eyes lovingly, “I love you.”
Satoru grinned, “This is the best welcome-home I’ve ever had.”
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vergilthelibrarian · 5 years ago
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Puppy pt.2
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Second part to Puppy
Yandere!JaeminxMale!reader
Jaemin titled his head as he stared at a picture of you on his phone. He would usually follow you around and take photos of you.
Was he stalking you?
He didn’t seem to think so but with you, he always rationalized the creepy things he did.
Jaemin was in love with you, he knew this for sure and it hurt him that you were annoyed by him. But, that didn’t deter him from doing the things he did, like giving you letters. Or flowers.
Hugging you whenever he saw you in the hallway.
Brushing his hand against your thigh if you walked passed him in the hallway.
Following you to your dorm…
He truly didn’t see what he did to you as harassment.
He was so delusion, thinking that eventually, you’ll fall for him.
That you’ll see that you 2 were made for each other.
He was the perfect man and though you had your imperfections, that was okay.
Because he’d fix them.
Jaemin scrolled through his photo gallery, looking at pictures of you.
If any of his friends knew about his obsession for you, they’d probably call him crazy and ditch him so he was smart to keep his obsession to himself.
Touching his lips, he smiled, remembering the kiss he gave you when you 2 did your project.
He was your first kiss and he felt pride because of that.
Jaemin wanted to be your first and last for everything.
For making love, getting married.
He would like to have kids with you but honestly, he’d probably become jealous.
He wanted to be the only person you only thought of. The only person you see and hear.
Jaemin leaned back in his bed and wondered if you thought about the kiss too.
~~
Waking up, you looked around your room, the darkness not really giving you any comfort.
Getting up, you went and turn your light on and sat back down on your bed. You took your phone off it’s charger and checked it, your blood running cold as you saw that you had 32 unread messages from an unknown number, knowing for a fact it was Jaemin.
No other guy has been harassing you as much as he has and after that fateful day when he claimed he would break you and turn you into the perfect pet, you’ve genuinely been scared.
You didn’t know who to tell because honestly, who would believe you?
Jaemin was the most popular guy at Uni, he had everyone wrapped around his finger.
Even your friends fell for his charms.
No one is gonna believe the loner kid that talks to like 3 people only that the popular it boy of the school was obsessed with him.
Deciding not to check the messages, you sighed, putting your phone back on the charger and laying back down on your bed.
It was late and you had school in the morning but you didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to be near him.
Jaemin would usually be nice to you in front of his friends, complimenting you, asking you how you were doing or how your day was going. But the moment you were alone, he would corner you, his lips on your neck and his touches burning your skin.
You stared at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts.
You hated how weak Jaemin made you feel.
You felt powerless in this situation and you really didn’t know what to do.
Every outcome in your mind led to a bad end and you were beginning to wonder what was the whole point of even trying to fight back against him.
Jaemin did say he always gets what he wants in the end and eventually he’ll get you.
Turning around, you closed your eyes, trying to fall back asleep.
Maybe you should just leave the school, you thought as you drifted off to sleep.
~~
You sat in garden of the school, eating your lunch.
As you watched a bee buzz around the flowers, you didn’t notice someone coming up to you.
“Y/n~” a voice cooed and you swallowed your food as you turned around and saw Jaemin standing behind you, a smile on his lips.
“What do you want?” you asked coldly.
“You.” he said, taking a seat next to you.
You backed away only for him to move closer, one of his hands placing itself on top of yours.
“I’m trying to make this easier for you. I don’t want to have to use force Y/n.” he started. “Just give yourself to me and I’ll treat you better than anyone else can.”
You looked at Jaemin, his face was serious.
Shaking your head, you said: “No. I don’t like you or love you. All I feel is contempt for you… Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
Jaemin squeezed your hand tightly and you whimpered, his face blank.
“Why can’t you just give into me?” he questioned and before you can say anything, a voice called out Jaemin’s name and quickly his entire demeanor changed.
“Yo, Jeno!” he said, removing his hand from yours, a smile on his face once more.
“Oh? You’re with Y/n?” Jeno raised an eyebrow.
At this point, Jaemin’s friend group knew who you were with how much he would talk to you.
None of his friends really tried talking to you, besides Jeno that is, who was very friendly towards you.
Jaemin chuckled.
“Yeah. We were just hanging out.” he said nonchalantly.
Jeno nodded his head, looking at you for a bit then back at Jaemin.
“Cool, cool. I need to talk to you about something important.” he said and Jaemin turn to you, saying, “I’ll see you later.” a smile plastered on his lips.
He got up and walked off with Jeno.
You ended up putting your lunch away since you lost your appetite from the interaction.
~~
Jaemin’s eyes widen slightly but went back to normal.
He was shocked and also really angry.
How come he didn’t see this coming?
Jeno had just told him he liked you and that he was planning on asking you out some time next week.
Pretending to not be affected by his confession, Jaemin smiled at his friend as he talked about you.
“I just really like him ya know? He’s really sweet and I want to get to know him better which is why I’m gonna ask him out.”
“That’s great Jeno. I’m sure he’ll fall for you.” Jaemin said which wasn’t really a lie. He saw the way how you’d become flustered when Jeno spoke to you. How you softly smile at him and laugh at his cheesy jokes. Jaemin could tell that you had a crush on his friend and he felt jealousy.
Why couldn’t you look at him with the soft eyes you gave Jeno?
Why couldn’t you smile at him?
He could feel himself losing it but kept his cool in front of his friend.
“So you’re cool with it? I know you’re like friends with him so I wanna make sure that you’re okay with me asking him out.”
“Yeah, I’m cool with it.” he said. “My 2 friends dating… Why wouldn’t I be fine with it?” Jaemin was so good at concealing his emotions, he could truly be an actor if he wanted to.
Jeno smiled brightly, his eyes turning into crescents and Jaemin felt something in him… snap.
Jeno was his best friend, yes.
And he loved him dearly.
But he couldn’t let him have you. He couldn’t let him touch you or kiss you or do anything to you.
Only he was allowed to have you.
Once Jaemin was alone, the 2 friends saying their goodbyes and Jeno walking off to wherever, he thought about what he should do.
He had tried to make it easy for you.
He tried to just let you come to him but since Jeno had his eyes set on you and you obviously had feelings for him, it seemed like he was gonna just have to be forceful with you.
~~
You were stirred awake to the feeling of someone caressing your cheek.
Frowning slightly, you slowly opened your eyes, gasping as you met Jaemin’s eyes, his expression unreadable.
“H-how did you get into my dorm?” you stuttered.
“Being the popular kid comes with it perks.” he told you, his fingertips drawing circles on your cheek.
“I have a change of plans.” he started. “At first, I was just gonna wait for you to stop resisting me and willing come to me but that changed.” he inched towards you, his breath hitting your face. “You see, Jeno likes you and I know you like him too and I can’t have you falling for my best friend when you’re suppose to be my little pet.” he paused for a bit. “That’s why I’ve decided to steal you away. There’s an apartment that a family friend of mines own. It’s always empty and tonight I’m taking you there.”
After hearing this, you tried pushing him away only for Jaemin to grab hold of you, squeezing you tightly as you thrashed around, his hands covering your mouth just in case you’d scream.
“Don’t fight me Y/n. I have to do this. Honestly, as much as he angers me now, I can’t hurt Jeno. He means a lot to me. And since you’re taking to long to give into me, this is the only way to make you my perfect puppy. I’d treat you so right. So as long as you worship me, I’ll treat you like a prince.”
You tried kicking him but that didn’t work.
Your screams were muffled and you felt your eyes watering.
“No matter how much you fight me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be by your side like a shadow. So stop fighting me. I mean, you don’t really have a choice.”
You kept thrashing around, trying to push yourself away from him.
Jaemin quickly rolled on top of you, grabbing your wrists with one hand.
“Why do you have to be so difficult?” he sneered at you.
“All I want is you. To love you and for you to love me… Is that too much to ask for?”
You have stopped moving by now, Jaemin’s position on your body making it hard to move.
He leaned in, his nose brushing yours lightly.
He didn’t say anything as he kissed your forehead, his lips gently touching the skin.
His hand still on your mouth, you whined from the tight grip he had on your wrist, tears falling from your eyes.
Jaemin kissed your tears away, cooing at you.
“Are you gonna stop fighting me and come or are you gonna continue being a brat?” he asked you and for some reason you nodded.
Maybe it was the fear you had for Jaemin but, he truly did scare you and if you were being honest, you didn’t want to know what he’ll do to you if you said no to him.
“Good. Don’t scream now.” he said, slowly removing his hand from your mouth.
“I would say I’d wait for you outside while you get pack but you’d probably try jumping out your window or something so I’ll stay in here and watch you pack your things.” he said, chuckling a bit.
“Remember Y/n, I’m your shadow. Wherever you go, I go. And if you run away from me, I’ll tear this whole city down just to find you. You’ll never leave my side. I’ll make sure of that.”
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theouterbankpogues · 5 years ago
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after sarah doesn’t invite kiara to her birthday party (a jj x kiara fic)
author : theouterbankpogues aka vi
fandom : jj x kie, jiara | outer banks on netflix
tags : the angst, the fluff, the hurt, the comfort y’know!!
warnings : none
i love writing for this ship bc it has a chokehold on me and i just... i’m so helpless lmao. i read this hc set by @lemon-patches​ (which you should definitely go and read bc it’s amazing and all the feelings) and it talked about how jj and ki were each other’s first kiss and no one else knows. this is basically how i imagine it happened. enjoy!! as always the validation feeds me so yeah if you like it pls share it and stuff (i love reading tags on reblogs so lmao do with that what u will). i imagine they are 15/16, about 6-8 months before s1 idk if that adds up but lol thats what i went with. sorry for any errors u may find xx
a little preview so u know what you’re getting into hehe: “They stood like that for a while, long and quiet breaths synced, arms entangled in waist and shoulders, hearts rhythmically beating, just enjoying the warmth of the best friend they dearly missed.”
Tears streamed down Kiara’s face. She knew that calling the cops was petty, she knew it was the worst of her manifesting itself, but tonight Ki couldn’t bring herself to care. She found herself toppling some books off of her bookshelf. She had always known that she wasn’t good enough for Sarah. The Sarah Cameron. God, she felt so stupid.
Another wave of regret coursed through her. The pit of her stomach hollowed when she re-remembered that she’d actually listened to her parents and decided to give her kook year a genuine try. She had distanced herself from the cut and the pogues, her best friends, the people that she could always count on, the people who always cared. She gave it all up for the superficial bullshit she knew would eventually fall apart.
That entire evening, the anger and regret approached her in harsh and unforgiving turns. She couldn’t escape her own thoughts, she was so mad at herself. She had let herself become vulnerable, given herself up for someone to use and dispose. She felt so weak. All she really wanted to do was fit in, to have a normal year where she wasn’t disappointing her parents, where she wasn’t out at unreasonable hours getting her friends out of messes, watching their string of luck grow thinner and thinner with every prank and practical joke. She was tired of being the middle between the kooks and pogues, she loved the latter and she could’t escape the part of her that was the former. She just wanted to resign to one side, she just wanted things to get easier. Kiara had decided to leave everything for some peace of mind, and now she knew she’d made a mistake. She hadn’t even checked in with John B, his dad was missing and she hadn’t even checked in with him. God, she felt so stupid. Her sobs overtook her as she sat at her bed.
She was so exhausted from the crying she could scream, it had been a few long hours. And Ki, in a moment of clarity, convinced herself that she was too strong for that. Even though she felt horrible, she reminded herself that she was too careful to let this anger get the best of her. Instead, she resorted to taking a few deep breaths and cleaning up the various books and stationary strewn across her bedroom floor as a remnant of her anger. What had happened had happened, she was just going to have to figure out how to cope on her own.
Yeah, I just have to figure it out on my own. I’ll be fine.
That’s when she heard it.
Thud.
Thud. Thud.
Thud.
‘What the-’
She realised that the sound was coming from her window. Stepping toward the side of her room facing the balcony, she realised that pebbles were currently being thrown at her window by a silhouette below it. She couldn’t tell who it was because the backdoor lights had been switched off for the night. It was well past midnight and her parents were soundly sleeping in the next room, she swore she would never forgive the person currently trying to break her window if they woke up. She didn’t want anyone to see her as the mess she was right now. So as quickly and as safely as Kiara could, she opened the balcony window, “What the actual— JJ? JJ is that you?” Kiara couldn’t really understand what was going on, she had stopped talking to the pogues months ago.
“Yeah, hey Ki! Come down!”
“What?”
“You heard me bro, get dressed and come down!”
After a curt nod, she went back into her room, changed out of her PJ’s into some joggers and a hoodie and found herself sneaking out the back door out of genuine curiosity. When she was outside, she realised that neither Pope nor John B were with JJ. Along with that, she realised that he had two boxes of pizza and some beer cans set down on the grass next to him.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“I was scrolling through Instagram, realised you weren’t at the party, thought you might need a pick me up,” He seemed to register her tired face and puffy eyes under the dim starlight because he continued, “guess I was right!”
And that’s how, twenty minutes later, JJ and Ki found themselves in a clearing near her house. They sat down opposite each other, the pizza boxes separating them.
“Got your favourite, double cheese, double pepperoni and half the jalapeño.”
Except for the occasional direction here and there, Ki had been quite their entire walk. She couldn’t really even process what was happening. How was JJ here? Why was he talking to her after she’d treated them him like shit the past few months? None of it made sense to her, least of all why this was all from JJ. With all of it perplexing her, the only thing she managed to say was, “You remembered.”
‘Yeah of course I did Ki, just because you stopped talking to us doesn’t mean we stopped caring about you. Come on, dig in, it’s getting cold.”
She didn’t know how to respond to him so she just followed him in picking up a slice from the box. Warm pizza , cold beer and melted cheese heavily complemented the gentle breeze that surrounded them. They fell into a comfortable silence as they ate.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know Ki-”
“No, everything I did these past few months, the way I cut you guys off, the way I left y’all when you needed me I-”
“Ki we know-”
“God, I’ve been so stupid, I left you guys, like y’all were nothing, y’all needed me and I-”
“Ki, Ki-” Ki just continued, she felt horrible, “KIARA!” JJ saying her full name was so foreign to her, especially since he hadn’t even call her by her nickname these past few months, it undoubtably got her to stop talking.
“I know the pressure your parents put on you to start at that kook academy. Look we all know how hard it is for you to manage these two parts of your life. I know Ki, you don’t have to keep apologising, I know. We know! Why do you think we didn’t try to talk to you when you told us last summer? We want you to do what’s best for you Ki, you are better than us.” At that, Kiara got up and paced back and forth a few steps, remorse hitting her unbearably. 
“I’m not better than any of you. A part of me wanted to leave you all behind.”
JJ’s response was almost instantaneous, “I don’t blame you for it!”
“Well you should! I left you and Pope. I left John B for god’s sake. His dad is most probably dead and I wasn’t theRE.... I-I’m not there.”
At this point the tears had returned to her and she broke on her last word. Her voice wasn’t steady anymore. “I left all of you... I left you.”
JJ couldn’t stand hearing Ki like this, there’s nothing he hated more than having to let down his guard and get real. But JJ, when she said that, realised that this wasn’t about him. 
“Yeah Ki you did, but fuck that. We know you love us, we know that it was a difficult call! You have to forgive yourself. The reason I came tonight was to let you know that you have the people that care about you Ki.”
He stepped toward her and looked her right in the eye, Ki had never seen someone so determined with compassion before, “Whatever you do Ki - if you wanna go to the kook academy, if you wanna be friends with Sarah Cameron, if you wanna cry about how horribly she treated you, if you wanna listen to your parents and not talk to us, if you wanna leave the cut- we’re never not going to have your back. You’re a pogue. You’re our pogue! And if Sarah Cameron can’t see how kickass you are, she doesn’t deserve you and she never did. You got us Ki, we’re always right here. No matter what.”
And throughout all of that, he hadn’t stopped looking directly at her. She was enamoured to say the least, she couldn’t remember the last time JJ talked about something that real, let alone carry an entire conversation himself. Knowing her words wouldn’t suffice, she hugged him. She smelt the sea salt in his hair and pizza grease on his shirt and it was the epitome of comfort to her. JJ hugged her right back, it meant the world to him that he could make her feel at least a bit better. They stood like that for a while, long and quiet breaths synced, arms entangled in waist and shoulders, hearts rhythmically beating, just enjoying the warmth of the best friend they dearly missed. 
Before they could completely untangle from the other, Ki looked back at JJ, god, how did she get so lucky to have someone like him in her life? The air lightened around them as she looked at him, his eyes regained the mischievous glint they always had. It might’ve been because she was slightly tipsy, or because he was staring so intently at her, but for some reason, it felt right. There was no waiting or thinking, she rested her hands on either side of JJ’s face and kissed him. His lips were chapped and they tasted like beer but she loved it. A rush of adrenaline ran through her, it was new and exciting. 
When JJ processed her soft lips on his, and her hands caressing his face, he pulled back. Along with confusion and surprise, there was something in his eyes that Ki couldn’t recognise. But before she decided on asking him what it was about, he was already kissing her again. 
And this time there seemed to be nothing holding him back. His hands were wrapped around her waist, she was grabbing fistfuls of his hair in reciprocation. They knew that they would never be able to do it again so they just gave in. His hands travelled to the small of her back and her neck and she swore that she had never felt something more intoxicating. 
Ki had forgotten where they even were when they broke for air. They were both just breathing, eyes closed and foreheads touching, it was the closest thing to perfect the either of them had ever felt.
When they opened their eyes and looked back at one and other, they were surprised at how comfortable it felt. How... un-awkward, it oddly felt right. But they knew what the rules were, they knew that when Ki got home, they would never talk about it again, and they were fine with that too.
As they approached her doorstep, JJ couldn’t help himself but ask, “Was that your first-” “Yeah.” “Yeah, mine too.” “What?” Kie thought he was joking, JJ had flirted with every other tourist at the boneyard since they were like ten, “Mine, too.” He repeated. There was an honesty to his response that stopped Ki from asking any further. 
She hugged him again. “Thank you for this. I missed you.” He hugged her right back.
“I missed you too. When you come back to us, more beer will be waiting for you no questions asked, don’t ever doubt it.” With that, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and left. 
Ki had a small smile playing on her lips; she had never felt lighter in her life. 
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staywritten · 5 years ago
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Over&Over│Seo Changbin│II
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Over&Over│ Chapter II
Synopsis: Loving Changbin was either than breathing, but why was it so hard to accept that he can love you just as you love him. Why do you always questions your own self worth. What were you supposed to do when he went on an arranged marriage meeting?
Genre: Non idol au, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, smut
Word Count: 2k
Part I
It’d been two days and anytime the lingering thought of telling you about this stupid arranged marriage meeting came up he shot it down. He’ll just be gone for a few hours, he’d reject the girl properly and return home to your arms. 
His eyes softened as he watched you sleep, brushing your hair out of your face. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I gotta go to work Baby, I’ll be back later tonight” 
You stirred in your sleep and pulled him into a hug. “I’m gonna miss you”
He kissed the top of your head softly “I’ll miss you more” he pulled back to look at your sleepy face. “Tell your parents I said Hi”
“I will” you gave him a lazy smile as he crawled out of bed to finish getting ready and heading out for the day. This was gonna be the hardest couple hours of his life. At times like this he wasn’t Seo Changbin, he was a rep for his parents company. His actions were no longer his, and the repercussions were heavier. Money, jobs, investments, future business deals were always at stake at investor meetings and even though this was under the guise as a marriage meeting the weight was the same. 
He smiled reading your text message, wishing him a good day at work. His sister smirked looking over his shoulder. “Aww she’s so cute, see I told you she’d understand if you were honest” she nudged him. 
“She doesn't know and we’re not telling her. Don’t bring this up again” he slipped his phone back in his pocket and straightened his tie. 
“Wait… you didn’t tell her?” she grabbed his arm to stop him from walking into the restaurant. 
“And do what? Hurt her and make her spend all day worrying for nothing? I’m gonna refuse it so it doesn’t matter”
She sighed and started walking “As your older sister, I feel like I need to warn you. Do not under estimate a woman’s intuition. ”
He silently followed her inside the restaurant thinking back to you. The guilt weighing heavily on his heart. 
You spent the day with your parents helping them garden and just relaxing at home. It was a nice change of pace. Your mom washed the dishes and looked over to you. “You should bring home all of the leftovers for Changbin, he really liked my soup the last time he had it”
“I will” you put away the clean plates. “He’ll be excited when he gets home”
She smiled and nudged you “You two have been doing ok right?”
“Of course we have” you laughed. “Changbin is perfect, he’s kind and sweet and caring… I really love him”
“...” you glanced at your mother seeing that look on her face. Her smile becoming a little tight as she considered saying something. “Mom, please just say it, I can see you overthinking about this”
“Well…. I love Changbin too he’s very sweet but his family is nice to you right? They haven’t tried to do anything to you?”
“What do you mean?” you set down the dish rag and leaned against the counter. 
“Honey it’s just...I have no doubt that he loves you dearly. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, but it’s just I don’t want you to forget that there is a class difference between you. He’s the young heir to a conglomerate worth billions, and the only son at that...and you...well you’re a bartender...I find it hard to believe that his family is ok with just that”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Is that how you feel?” you crossed your arms over your chest. “Do you think I’m not good enough for him?”
“I didn’t say that, I just acknowledge the class difference. I’m fine with it, I know that you have bigger aspirations and goals and the bartender thing is just in the meantime but does his family know that? Are they ok with that? Is Changbin serious about being with you or is he just playing around before his family marries him off to some rich heiress.”
“Mom.” you frowned. “His family has been nothing but kind to me. His mom sends us fruit, I have lunch with his sister once a week” you looked down, hugging yourself. “I’m not ignorant...I know there’s a class difference...I worry about it anytime I cook for him and worry that it’s not good enough, or anytime I do his laundry and worry that it’s dry clean only or-” you stopped yourself as tears gathered in your eyes. “I know I’m not good enough, and I just sit and pray that he doesn’t realize...I try so hard to keep up with him and I-” 
Your mom pulled you into the warmest hug, rubbing your back. “Shhhh Honey it’s ok….It’s ok” You buried your face in her shoulder, holding on to her. 
You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, you’d been trying to find Changbin’s flaws since he wandered into your bar and won your heart. But it’s been years and he was perfect, he was just so genuine. However your flaws were always so prominent. You didn’t have the same rich taste as him, you weren’t the best cook, you came from working class parents. And the worst part about it was you knew that he was out of your league and for some reason he loved you despite that, so you lived in constant fear that he might notice your insecurities. Your constant jealousy of all of the beautiful woman he had to work with. 
It was tiring. 
Loving him was becoming suffocating, loving someone so much more than you could ever love yourself was terrifying. Loving him made you jealous, loving him made you possessive, loving him made you needy.
And what if he grew to hate that part of you?
When you finally got home you were exhausted, it was emotionally exhausting destroying your self esteem over hypotheticals. Part of you knew you were just in your head but it didn’t make it hurt any less. 
You looked over at your phone to see it ringing and your co-workers name on it. You furrowed your brow and answered. “Chaeyoung What’s up?”
“Hey I’ve been trying to call you all day”
“I was visiting my parents, there’s not much signal over there, what’s going on?”
“Earlier today I was picking up a few boxes of wine, from our distributor. You know that really nice restaurant in Gangnam”
“Oh yeah, with there expensive ass wine, what about it?”
“While I was there and I saw Changbin”
“It was probably for work, he had a lunch meeting this afternoon”
“Oh thank goodness” she laughed “I was gonna tell him off and everything because he was with a woman but I guess it was for work?”
“He usually goes with his sister to them, she’s the CEO”
“You know now that you mention it I did see a woman that kinda looked like him while I was waiting for my order- But he was having lunch with another woman”
“I trust Changbin” you laughed. “But thank you for calling me”
“Of course, I’m just glad it turned out to be nothing, well I’ll let you go. See you at work tomorrow.”
“See ya” you hung up and looked up to see your front door opening and a very tired Changbin walk in. His eyes softened as he saw you. “Hey welcome home”
He slipped off his shoes before handing you a large bouquet of flowers. “I’m sorry I’m late...I’m sorry I missed lunch with your family” he kissed the top of your head. “I sent some flowers to your mom too”
“They’re beautiful…” you set them down in the kitchen as he wrapped you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I missed you so much” As you hugged him, you stopped for a moment. The lingering scent of a perfume was on him. Your nose was always sensitive, especially when it came to perfumes. The notes, fruity and sweet. His sister never wore perfumes, she had pretty sensitive allergies and this wasn’t her style at all. You took a step back to look at him. “Binnie…” he peered up at you, his usual warmth seemed to be clouded in something. 
If there as one thing working in a bar has taught you it was how to read people. It was like a sixth sense. And there was nothing but guilt on his face. 
“I missed you” he held your face and pulled you into a kiss. His lips coaxing you into deepening it. He continued walking backwards, never wanting to break the kiss, his hands desperate to hold you. Your back hit the mattress as he climbed over you, he pulled his blazer off and loosened his tie.
But there was something about how he touched you that was different. 
He was almost too desperate, not like he was when he was just needy and wanted you but this felt like he had to prove something to you. Like he was trying to overwrite his guilt. 
You had no proof he did anything, and part of you wanted to think it was just because of your own insecurities. But you just had this feeling you weren’t crazy. You were almost never wrong reading people. You’ve seen a lot of infidelity at your bar and you’ve seen the aftermath of the guilt. And there was just something about this. 
You pulled back, pushing your hand against his chest stopping his kisses. You gazed into his eyes and took a deep breath. “Were you with another woman?” You sat up, giving yourself just a little space on the bed. 
His eyes widened as he pulled back, his pupils darting a bit too much. Like he was thinking. “I had that meeting this afternoon, Noona was there” You’d never seen your boyfriend look so panicked before.
“And only her?” And there it was again, that look on his face while he tried to come up with something. Changbin never lied to you, but he was so obviously trying to hide something. “You smell like her… You smell like another girl, it’s not like you to get that close to someone during a meeting that you come home smelling like them…”
“I...Yes… My meeting was with a woman…” he sighed “I’m sorry for hiding it, I just didn’t want you to worry”
“I’ve never complained before… I don’t understand why you had to hide it”
“You never complain…. That’s the problem, if something bothers you, you just deal with it, and I didn’t want you to have to do that again” his voice, holding something much heavier than the weight stemming from this argument.
“And your solution to that was to hide it from me? I understand the sentiment but you didn’t need to. I’m fine. Hiding it makes it seem worst, it’s not like it was an arranged marriage” you tried to laugh it off, to show him that it didn’t bother you. That you weren’t the clingy insecure girlfriend plagued by jealously. 
And you thought it worked for a bit. You smiled and laughed until you saw how his head fell, how his shoulders slumped, how he fiddled with the cuffs on his shirt. “Are you kidding me?” you pushed away from him. “You seriously went on a-”
“I told her no” his voice desperate as he reached for you. 
“Don’t touch me” you pulled your arm from him. “You went on an arranged marriage meeting, and hid it from me? And tried to turn this on me?” you stormed out of your bedroom.
“I just didn’t want to hurt you, I didn’t want you to worry-”
“You didn’t want to hurt me? But you went to meet another woman with the prospects of marriage?” you grabbed your jacket and your phone.
“Where are you going? Baby please talk to me don’t-”
“Don’t.” you warned him as you slipped on your shoes. 
“It’s late, please just stay here lets talk about this.”
“Talk? Now you want to talk? Let’s talk about how you lied to me and hid this from me? Let’s talk about how you didn’t want to hurt me because you realized I was insecure and then proceeded to do the very thing I was scared about? If it didn’t mean anything why lie?”
“I’m sorry, I messed up I-”
“Save it, and if you come after me you’ll never see me again.” you slammed the door as you stormed out. 
To be continued….
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anochuu · 5 years ago
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P.S. 10.05.2020 is Rengoku’s Birthday! So i was thinking to add an additional short oneshot for him! I’ll get back to the other works as soon as possible!
Here’s to my ultimate bae,Cheers! 
⤧Fluff
“SURPRISE!”
Rengoku stood frozen right on the brink of the door where the lights that were turned off earlier are now brightened up bringing the faces he is so familiar with came to his view.
“Happy Birthday Rengoku-san!” They all greeted simultaneously-well,mostly were too loud.
“Woah woah,what's this! I didn't even realised it's my own birthday!”
“Figured that out,so your woman here made sure to drill it inside our heads this morning.” Tengen’s voice drawl from his left.
He blinks then as if to answer his wonder. The crowd in front moves to the sides,allowing him to finally set his eyes on her smaller form with a cake on her hands.She walks forward to approach him in silence,a smile on her face and Rengoku couldn't help but to be awestruck at her.
“I learnt how to make this when you're off the mission since last week; i hope it's to your liking. Look! i even add your favourite sweet potato flavour!”
“(y/n)..” he murmurs her name dreamily,
Her genuine smile widens, the sweetest one yet for him to always witness and count him as the luckiest man on this earth to have someone like her to be his
“Welcome home,Kyōjurō. And happy birthday.”
he was silent for a few seconds more,before a wide grin breaks out as his expression, 
“I'm home my love.”
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Rengoku stare at her back who stood by the kitchen counter,still busying herself by washing the dishes by the sink since half an hour ago after everyone left.
He remembers Sanemi had to dragged Tengen’s drunk figure back to his home,of course after multiple more curses for him.   Giyuu is also surprisingly a light drinker because judging the red colour on his face,he looks about to passed out if it weren't for Shinobu to hide the sake away from his sight.
Maybe because of the ruckus she somehow made it big,even Oyakata-sama sent a letter via crow to congratulate his birthday which is more than a privilege he received from him.
He chuckles to himself,gaining the attention from the woman who takes a gander over her shoulder
“What's so funny?”
“Hm? Nothing! i am just simply thinking i am the happiest man alive right now!” Rengoku replied from where he was sitting by the floor near the desk.
“I clearly didn't seen it coming! One minute i was away on a mission,then i came back with the party already waiting for me! It is truly a surprise!” he continue to rambled on,typical him.
But oh how she misses his voice dearly; this house feels too empty whenever he is away for missions especially when his loud and cheerful voice is always the one that enliven the place.
“i'm glad the plan worked,” grinned (y/n),wiping her hands with the towel and that is when Rengoku beckons her to come closer to him.
She obliged happily.He reacher for her hand,pulling her form until she ended up on his lap where she automatically wraps her slender arms around his neck
“Thank you my love,i clearly don't deserve you at all.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? i'm the one who don't deserve you,Kyōjurō.”
“(y/n)?”
“Listen Kyō, you came and approached me in my depressed time;you’re like the sun to my life,you have no idea how thankful i am to look back today that you never gave up on me.” she cradles his face,admiring his handsome and striking features; once in a while her thumb caresses his thick eyebrows lightly
“I love you Rengoku Kyōjurō, and nobody will ever changed my mind.”
He sighs beautifully, as if he had finally found the reason to live on,the reason to become stronger and able to protect the ones he loves and holds dearly
The Flame Pillar runs the back of his calloused fingers across her cheekbone,his turn to admire the beauty she holds;her pair of big doe (e/c) eyes staring into the depth of his heart that seeks for warmth and comfort;for love and passion
“And i love you,(f/n). You're going to regret when i put a ring around your finger!”
She laughs at his sudden outburst, “And why should i?”
“Because you're going to be stuck with me for the rest of your lives!”
“Hmm,” she taps on her own chin, “Doesn't sound like a bad plan.”
He chuckles along with her, “Come here you.” 
Rengoku pulls her to close the space between them,tilting their chins to be meet as a soft and gentle kiss, a fiery ones that they always share full of longing and affections.
(y/n) slips some little giggles between their kisses and mingled breaths when he nuzzles his nose against hers, “That tickles.”
When she pulls away,they flash one another a genuine smile and that made Rengoku palce another peck of kiss on her sweet lips before she slump forward to rest her head on his abroad chest. Obsess with listening to the rhythmic beats of his heart as the proofs he is alive and well,his warmth is right here with her and that's never going to leave even if death do them apart.
While he hums a random lullaby cradling her in his lap,he rocks her side to side ever so lightly;his arms secured around her.   (y/n) couldn't help but to wander her mind to drift off elsewhere,
“I'm sorry Kyōjurō..”
“Hm? whatever you are apologising for,my darling?”
“....I talked to your Father about the birthday surprise for you.But...”
She couldn't continue because her heart breaks for him. Because the former Flame Pillar somehow does not even acknowledge his own son that any parents would die for.   And Rengoku understands that,he takes it all too well that she often cries for him silently if he is just putting a gaily facade to hide his sadness.
“I tried to asked him to come...”
“I know my love,i know.” Rengoku tightens his embrace, placing a kiss on top of her head,
“Your consideration is more than enough for me you know that.Thank you for trying hard for my sake.”
He felt her shook her head,
“The last time i even had them was before my Mother’s death.You reminded me again how it is important to celebrate it with your loved ones.”
Those words were exactly the same as what Senjurō had told her when she first came to his little brother to ask about his consent of throwing a party for him which he cried gleefully at the idea.
Because Kyōjurō deserves it more in this world.
“Then from now on,let's celebrate it together?”
“Of course! Whatever you want,you name it!”
She laughs lightly, “That reminds me, Senjurō seems very comfortable around the trio.”
“You mean Kamado boy and his friends? they do,don't they!” he recalls his little brother having the laugh of his time earlier when Tanjirou is the first one to asked him sit with them.
“Did you see Inosuke gobbles up the whole tempura dishes? it was insane.” she added again,
“Oh oh and Giyuu’s keep on mumbling something about daikon and salmon! It was too cute! I think even Sanemi—”
Rengoku watches her continue,his sunset hues softens so as his heart.
“Someday,you will find yourself a fitting figure to be worthy of holding the Rengoku name in your sake.Someone who will hold your heart as if she was holding her own.”
He remembers his Mother’s words as vividly as her appearance.
Ah,he really doesn't deserve a goddess like her
“..i think in fact Obanai really likes—hmphf!”
Her lips were sealed when the Flame Pillar leans down and started kissing her feverishly,hanging the unspoken words in the air and stole them away.
“Kyōjurō..!” she warned,though blushing to the tips of her ears.
“You can't just kissed me like that!”
“But you’re too adorable! I can't help it!’
She snorted, slapping the side of his arm, “That hurts..” then rubbing the lower of her lip
Rengoku chuckles, one hand went over the back of her waist,ready to lower her down to the floor slowly
“I'm sorry,shall we try again?”
(y/n) laughs, “We shall.”
Upon the view,  his back is eating her but her arms welcome his weight on her,accepting his heat bleeding into her skin. Raking her fingers through his unruly bright yellow locks,twirling them once in a while with her index finger.
“Happy birthday Kyōjurō.” she whispers against his lips.
Maybe tonight,he finally gets what he wants as a gift instead.
Best birthday ever indeed.
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Happy Birthday to our sweetest and precious Flame Pillar ♡
I love him so much that it hurts sobs ;; i’d sell my soul to muzan to have him back
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jimlingss · 5 years ago
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The Colour of Our Voices [17]
Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 17.5 OR Chapter 18 [Finale]
➜ Words: 2.6k
➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU
➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.
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Taehyung shifts uncomfortably.   For how much he talked badly about the man to you, he didn’t expect Jimin to be in this state.   In Taehyung’s mind, Jimin would be like all the guys he’s ever known post-break up — enjoying life, going out to meet girls, arrogantly basking in his single status only to realize weeks later what he’s done and regret it once you’ve already moved on. Taehyung most certainly didn’t expect Jimin to look so worn down — arguably more than you. Unshaven, unshowered, dark circles, rugged and visibly exhausted.   It doesn’t seem like Jimin’s had a rebound or even considered it. And he doesn’t hide how hurt he is because of some wrong sense of masculinity where he feels a need to put up an iron barrier between him and his emotions. Jimin’s fully basking in his heartbreak and it’s brutal.   “Look, Taehyung.” The brunette starts slowly, hands in his lap. He never once touches the hot cup of coffee Taehyung bought for him. “I really appreciate the offer, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”   “Why not?”   “There’s just...too much history between us to be working together. I don’t think it’ll be good for either of us. We’re at a point in our lives…..where it would just be awkward. I don’t want to put her through that.”   “Hey, man. If it helps, she said it was fine by her,” Taehyung counters in an attempt to persuade him. “Y/N said she can be a professional about it and put all of your...issues to the side.”   Taehyung’s become the middleman of your communication line — trying his best to deliver what you’ve conveyed to him, trying to smooth it over, tell Jimin that it’s okay. But he doesn’t buy it.   Jimin fiddles with his finger with a downcast head. “I don’t think I can be professional.” He meets the man’s eyes timidly. “I think it’s best if you find someone else.”   There’s silence.   Taehyung releases a frustrated sigh. “You’re an absolute idiot, you know that?”   Jimin stares blankly at him, not once flinching from the insult. Taehyung stands up from his spot in the corner of the coffee shop. “And I don’t want an idiot like that on my team. It was nice seeing you, Jimin.” Taehyung grabs his coat from the back of the chair and snatches his coffee cup before angrily stomping out, leaving Jimin to bite the dust.   But as the bell of the cozy shop rings to signal his exit, and he’s met with the noise of New York’s traffic, the aspiring producer and director instantly regrets it.
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“He really said that?”   “Yeah,” Taehyung sighs. “I told him that you didn’t care, but it didn’t change his mind.”   You fidget restlessly underneath the table, tugging the hem of your sleeves to go over your fingers. In the meanwhile, he leans back into the booth seat, sinking further in. He runs a hand over his face. “Every time I close my eyes, I envision you two and it’s driving me crazy. This is my first production ever and I want everything to be absolutely perfect. I want to follow my vision.”   “Yeah, I get it.” You give a sympathetic smile, shoulders slightly shrugging.   Suddenly Taehyung’s eyes glimmer. He leans forward, resting his arms on the table and even moves his drink aside. The way he’s intently staring at you makes you nervous. “Can you please talk to him, Y/N?”   “Pardon?”   “I can’t ask him again,” he says, “Jimin’s surprisingly stubborn and I told him he was an idiot like an idiot.” Taehyung adds in a whisper, “I know he would listen to you.”   There’s a held silence as you mull over the idea of confronting Jimin. And it makes you overwhelmingly uncomfortable. You haven’t spoken to him at all since your last argument, the one that ended your relationship, and you’re frankly not good with confrontation either.   It’s not a shocker that you immediately shy away at the idea. “Does it really have to be Jimin, Taehyung? You can’t imagine casting anyone else?”   “Yes,” he answers firmly. “I’ve thought about it and of course, I don’t want either of you to be uncomfortable. But I also want it to be perfect and frankly—” Taehyung tenderly smiles. “—nothing beats you and Jimin together. You’re the ultimate pair.”   You nibble on the bottom of your lip, hiding your trembling hands.   You want to fulfill Taehyung’s dream — you know he’s adamant for a reason. He even told you that he was able to finish his script because the pair of you were his inspiration, and you’re aware of how much it means to him. A big part of you longs to see Jimin too. You yearn to talk to him at least one last time and get some closure on your relationship together….   You just don’t know how to do it. You’re at a loss.   “Please,” he pleads, knowing this is full well a favour and he’ll owe you.   You shift uncomfortably. “How did he….look?”   You’re not sure what the sudden question means. It means too much — was Jimin happy about the offer? Did he find the idea of working with you disgusting? Did talking about you make him frown? Did he seem like he didn’t care at all? Or was he unwell? You wonder so much about him.   Taehyung smiles warmly. “He still loves you, if that’s what you’re asking.”
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You heave a deep breath, standing isolated in the corridor, hand hovering against his door.   Your fingers are curled together, fist formed with your knuckles ready to knock. But you hesitate. This didn't used to be so hard. You could still envision it — the door swinging open, your eyes that would lift to meet his, the soft smile would spread into his cheeks.   Your arm lowers.   You’re overwhelmed with a sense of dejection, knowing that it's not what you'll see. Jimin's probably not even home. You don't know why you think he'll be here and not in some girl's bed.   You sigh, eyes stinging painfully, and you walk away, returning back into your apartment. You can’t talk to Jimin like you promised Taehyung — it’s too difficult.   There’s a sudden need for fresh air that captures you whole. A need to breathe properly. To gasp for air. You swore that you wouldn’t cry anymore, so in an attempt to compose yourself and fill your ears with sounds other than the white noise of your empty home, you stagger across your living room and slide open the balcony doors.    You step out onto the chilly balcony and grasp the railing as you watch the distant lights of the city, the mosaic colours that seem to blur together. The street near you is lit with dim post lamps while the ones farther away blur. You listen to the sound of cars rushing past in the far-off roads. It’s not so noisy as it is soft background noise.    This is the city that never sleeps, that seems to come alive at night. It’s a city that you’ve grown to both love and hate. But it’s missing someone’s company to make the view all the better.   As if you’ve just called the devil inside your mind, you’re suddenly interrupted by the sound of hinges sliding. You turn to your right. Your breath hitches. Your heart stutters in your chest. You’re frozen in your movements. You meet wide eyes in the hue of deep honey.   “I....”   “Um....”   The brunette boy that you've been yearning to see, materializing in front of you like a mere mirage. But he's real. “S-Sorry.” He turns his body, hitching his thumb awkwardly over his shoulder. “I didn't know you were out here.”   “O-oh. It's okay,” you call out quickly before he can step back inside his apartment and vanish again. Jimin shifts to look at you, and you divert your vision elsewhere, beginning to sweat, palms becoming clammy. “You can stay. If you want. I...don't mind.”   “Oh, okay.” Jimin clears his throat and steps forward to lean on the railing of his own balcony, hands clasped together loosely, eyes on the horizon. He goes quiet, mesmerized by the city lights, but he can’t enjoy it when the silence is so stiff.    You can’t help staring at him from the corner of your eye.   You muster your courage. “The…”   “Pardon?” Jimin swivels his head over.   “The weather's nice tonight, huh?!” you say louder, straining your throat so you can be heard, nearly shouting. You offer a smile but it comes out too tense and unfamiliar.   Yet, a rush of air leaves his nose in a subtle snort. Jimin looks forward at the night city and blackened sky that shows no stars with a more genuine smile, cheeks rosy. You can see it from the warm lights that pour out from inside his home, the dim yellow luminescence that sheds through the glass window doors from his kitchen. “Yeah, it's nice.”   You can't help staring at his profile, how his brows knit together. He doesn't look like he's been eating well or taking care of himself. “I'm surprised to see you.” Your eyes soften as they meet his again. “I just thought...you were living somewhere else now.”   “No,” he whispers. “I've always been here.”   “Oh.”   “Where else am I supposed to go?” Jimin gives a tender smile that’s saddened at the corners.   “I don't know,” you murmur.   “I heard you got into Taehyung's production,” Jimin mentions and your face heats with the way he gazes at you. “Congratulations, Y/N.”   The way he calls your name — how the syllables roll off his tongue — the way his plush mouth forms — it sounds so melodic. You missed it dearly. You missed him.   “Thank you.” You stay polite, trying to conceal just how much you’ve longed for this moment, to see and speak to him again. “Taehyung wants to apologize, by the way. He wanted me to tell you that he was sorry. And he still wants you to be the main lead.”   Jimin fiddles with his fingers. “I...don't think that's a good idea, considering our history. And now you're with Taehyung. I just don't think it'll be....the best environment for me to work in. I'm sorry, Y/N.”   “Wait.” You turn to him fully. The two of you are across from each other on your balconies but it still feels like too much distance. “What do you mean?”   “I don't think it'll be a good idea for either of us if we—”   “I'm not with Taehyung,” you interrupt, smiling at him.    The boy’s mouth draws into an ‘o’. “Oh.”   You grin at him, laughing — it unintentionally bubbles out of you, natural like there was no separation between you and Jimin, like there’s no need for this self-imposed awkwardness. “I haven't been with anyone since....”   Jimin matches your grin, finding it too infectious to resist. “Same here.”   It’s your turn to be surprised. “Really?”   “Yeah, why?” Jimin scoffs mischievously. “Did you expect me to get busy already?”   You shrug. “I expected you to have a long line up of girls. You're practically Casanova.”   He bursts out laughing. “Since when?”    “Well it's no secret you're popular with girls, Park,” you playfully tease. “You're likable and charming. Everyone and their mothers like you.”   “Yeah, but none of them are you.”   Jimin says it so forthrightly. Bold. He didn't need to think about it. To him, it was factual.   And it makes your heart stutter in your chest.   “You....shouldn't say that.”   “Why not?” Jimin gazes at you and cocks his head to the side, the corners of his mouth lifting gingerly. “It's true, isn't it?”   It goes quiet again with you unsure of how to respond, of what to say. Slowly, you slowly gain the bravery to meet his eyes again to discover that Jimin’s been smiling tenderly. His lips part to ask—    “Is it bad that I'm still in love with you?”   “It isn't,” you reply to him earnestly, and inhale and exhale a staggering breath. “Is....it a bad thing that I'm still in love in with you?”   There’s a beat of silence.   Then, Jimin crumbles. His civil exterior breaks down. His eyes become glossy, shoulders slumped with a downcast head. That knot that you hate forms between his brows again.    “I'm sorry.”   “Hey…”   “I'm sorry,” he repeats like it’s never enough no matter how many times he says it. “I know it means nothing now, but I'm an idiot. Taehyung's right. I'm an idiot.”   “Hey, it's not your fault,” you interject in the middle of his apologies. “You know that. It was because our schedules didn't work and we were stressed and things...just happened.”   If the both of you have to play the blame game then you're equally responsible for letting your relationship turn to shambles. You should've asked about him more, comforted him more, talked to him. You didn't know he felt so guilty about doing the things he wanted to while compromising you. It takes two, and somewhere along the way, you relied too much on him and his promises.   “I made the mistake of taking you for granted.”   “You don't take me for granted, Jimin.” You smile at him, knowing him well after spending nearly a year together now. He’s always thinking about you — if he didn't, he would've never felt bad or guilty.   “When I asked you what's the point of us......I didn't mean to make it seem like I was going to break up with you. I've never even thought about that. Not once. I want to be with you, Y/N. Forever, if you'll let me.”   You smile gently.   There’s no need for him to explain every single thing he said, to scrutinize every detail spoken in the heat of the moment that he's been thinking about for the past month and regrets. The pair of you know that the other person's already sorry for their part in the ruin of the relationship. He doesn't need to make it so painful, so tell him that it's okay and you say it as many times as he needs it.   You’ve already forgiven him thirty minutes after you told him to get out of the apartment, and all you've longed for in the past weeks was to talk to him again. “It was just bad timing, Jimin.”   Jimin goes quiet, staring off at the skyline with you.   “Is the timing good now?” he asks, sincerely, searching your expression.   You smile at him, murmuring above the lull of the city, “I think so. Do you?”   “Yeah....I do.” He’s enchanted, staring at you, but after a moment, he focuses again. Jimin clears his throat. “There's this movie, in, uh, the theater near us, you know the one down the block? I've been meaning to watch it — it's a romance action, didn't get great reviews online, but it looked promising to me, um, who knows, really, I have bad taste in movies, you know that. But if you aren’t busy tonight, I know this is r-really abrupt, so it's fine if you don't want to but, um, uh, would you like to go—?”   “I'd love to, Jimin.” You laugh warmly, dissipating his nervousness.   Jimin grins — it’s a date, an attempt for the two of you starting afresh together.
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fletchphoenix · 4 years ago
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Dog Days Are Over
Hiya!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chapter four!!! okay, I love y’’all, thank you for your support and onwards with the chapter! 
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  It was Friday and, just to rub salt in the wound, the last period was an English exam. Just what Hugo needed when he was looking forward to a weekend of luxury and working on Olivia. His paper sat in front of him, the lines for answers sitting blank as he thought hard about his responses. His eyes grazed across the desk, noticing a small pen drawing in the top right corner, a smile gracing his face. He knew who’d drawn it immediately - Varian.
  He hadn’t seen the other boy since they almost...yeah. He didn’t want to think of that and make his face flush in the middle of an exam about Romeo And Juliet, thanks. Still, the other had been supposedly avoiding him the whole time since the incident and he didn’t understand why. Honestly, the lack of hairstripe’s presence in his life was making him feel kinda lonely and combined with his sudden conclusion that he was head over heels for him..he’d kinda concluded he must’ve done something wrong and put the boy off. A cough and a clock tick prompted him to get back to work, Mrs Crick gazing at him before turning back to her book.
  His index finger of his right hand absentmindedly and subconsciously traced his finger over the marking on the table as his left hand wrote furiously with a soft smile. He’d really fallen hard for the other boy in the short time they’d known each other, that time exclusively spent studying chemistry. He was intoxicating - one bit of the boy left him needing more and more. In all honesty, he was lying when he said he didn’t understand his part of the project just so he could spend time with the other. He’d intended to ask him out on a date or something, but he chickened out last time. On the bed. And then Varian hadn’t spoken to him since. Did Varian even like men? Huh. He hadn’t taken that into account. With his pen, he began to draw a little him on the desk beside the little stick man Varian had drawn of himself.
 He could tell Varian was lying when he said he’d kissed “many, many ladies”, because..who the hell says that? However, it wouldn’t be Hugo’s first time crushing on a straight man (honestly, virtually everyone in this hellhole was straight, so curse the universe for placing him here) and he was too much of a coward to ask. It’s not as if he could just say “Hey Varian! I am deeply in love with you and wanted to know, are you gay or not?”. That would scare him off more than he already had. Maybe he could just..take him out? Take him somewhere nice to just talk for a while and see where it went. Yeah! He could be so smart sometimes, he praised himself with a grin. Finally the bell rang, he handed in his paper and sprinted down the hallway towards the exit of the school. He hoped he wasn’t too late - he was sure Donella would let him borrow the bike for the night. Now all he needed was his date.
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  It felt like forever - though at last the weekend had dawned on them. The blessed days seemingly took their sweet, sweet time to arrive, teasing Varian the longer he had to wait. It was agony to have to wait so long for a break. But a weekend meant no school, no stress, no teachers..and best of all..
  No Hugo.
  Varian let out a sigh of relief at that fact. Thank god he didn’t have to see the other after their..awkward farewell a few days prior. He honestly didn’t know what was going through Hugo’s head or what he was trying to do. Was it a joke? Was he just trying to freak Varian out or something? Or did he really...no. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. In his eyes, they were sworn enemies and all Hugo did was tease him all the time. There was no way Hugo could actually like him, Varian reminded himself as he strolled out of the school and along the sidewalk before hearing a familiar voice yell his name. Brilliant.
  “Hairstripe! Hey, wait up!” Hugo called from behind him, the other slowing his pace to let the blonde catch up. Ugh, of all the people it could’ve been - Nuru, Zander..hell, even Isla. It had to be Hugo Atkinson. Hugo Atkinson who became his rival and was making him extremely confused with his feelings towards him with every single movement he made. “I thought I’d lost you, aha..”
  “What is it, Hugo.” Varian asked, admittedly sounding more annoyed than he’d intended. 
  “Geez, no need to be so rude, hairstripe. I was gonna ask if you wanna go out with me tonight. I’ll pick you up at 6 and take you somewhere nice - my treat for putting up with me for the week. Yeah?” He asked, no sign of ill intent in his face. Varian examined his face. Hugo did seem to be genuine with what he was saying, and it would be nice to spend some time with him..even if he was his rival and Varian was meant to hate him. His head entertained the thought for a moment.
  “Yeah, sure. Don’t be late.” Varian replied before continuing to walk down the street. He didn’t turn around to catch the sight of Hugo silently cheering to himself and doing a funky little dance in the middle of the street at Varian’s response before racing home to get ready for their unofficial ‘date’.
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  True to his word, Hugo showed up at 6pm sharp, a bouquet of flowers in his arms for Rapunzel consisting of an assortment of purple flowers, which she took gratefully. He looked kinda handsome too, his fringe slicked back though still in its regular ponytail. “Oh Varian! Hey!” he called out, a smile plastered on his face. Varian felt kind of bad..he’d put absolutely no effort into his appearance aside from brushing his hair for a few seconds, but Hugo...he’d gone all out. Varian nodded, walking down the stairs to stand beside the taller boy. “We won’t be too long, ma’am.” Hugo commented, gesturing towards a grey motorbike in the driveway.
  It looked beautiful the closer they got to it, small dents and patterns over the bike more clear as he strolled closer. Hugo tossed a helmet over to Varian, a smirk on his face. “She’s a beauty, isn’t she? Fixed her up myself. And don’t worry, I know how to ride one of these things, but always wear a helmet, sweetheart.” he said smugly, “Though, you might wanna hold on tight.” he added as a second thought, swinging his leg over to sit down and letting Varian’s arms wrap around his waist as he revved the engine and starting to drive.
  Varian laughed, exhilaration and adrenaline taking over and running through his veins as they sped through the city and past houses. Even though Varian had no idea where they were going, he shuffled closer and closed his eyes happily. This was beautiful, the sun setting in the distance as they drove. It reminded him of Cassandra, well, when she lived here before she moved away with her girlfriend Irene. He had to admit they were a cute couple, but he missed Cass dearly. She could’ve at least come to visit sometimes. He let out a contented sigh, his head resting against Hugo’s back as they drove.
  Hugo, on the other hand, smiled as he felt Varian’s head rest against his back. Everything was going great so far - now all it had to do was stay like that. Or preferably get better. Either one would be perfect. Pulling into the beach parking lot, he swung his leg back over the bike and let his hands move to Varian’s hips, steadying him as he followed suit. “Woah there, freckles. Easy.” he muttered before taking Varian’s arm and gently pulling him along. He stood, his feet in the cold, salty water before he shot a mischievous grin towards the boy beside him. “Hey V.” he yelled, splashing the other and running. Varian gasped and chased him, tackling the other in the salty water and laughing as it soaked them to the bone. The pair stood, Hugo heading towards a bag he’d dumped on the shore and taking out two towels, carefully wrapping one around Varian and the other around his own lanky body before taking a seat on the sand and bringing Varian closer for warmth. TOTALLY not to cuddle.
  They sat together, cuddling together for warmth and watching the colors of the sky blend into a beautiful sunset as both of them joked and laughed between them. Varian’s face flushed in embarrassment as Hugo cackled at his secret he just admitted. “Wait wait wait, let me get this straight. You-you created a whole new element. Like, a legally qualified element..and named it after your crush?!” Hugo asked between snorts of laughter, doubled over and smiling widely. Varian’s face twisted into a frown as he looked at the other boy.
  “Oh shut up!” Varian shoved him lightly, Hugo pulling Varian along with him as he fell into the sand and thus the play fighting began. Eventually the pair ended up laughing in the sand, Hugo laying over Varian with nothing but adoration in his eyes as the other boy laughed. Varian’s laughter slowly ceased as he stared at Hugo, his cheeks flushed at the intensity of their staring match before hesitantly, his hand moved to rest on Hugo’s cheek and he placed a kiss onto his lips.
  It was a terrible kiss for their first one, the taste of salt filling their mouths as they held each other close. Sand fell out of their wet, salty hair as they trailed their fingers through each other's hair, lost in the moment. It may’ve been slightly awkward and gross, but it felt right for it to be like that. For their first kiss to be initiated through a play fight on the beach as a hue of orange, red and pink swirled in the sky behind them while the sun set. It just fit right - felt perfect to both of them before Hugo broke the kiss and propped himself above Varian, laughter leaving his lips in gentle breaths before he pushed himself up to stand. 
  “I..that was-wow. Okay. I..need to take you back before Eugene tries to kill me.” he chuckled at the thought, helping pull Varian to his feet before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. Short and sweet, but telling Varian everything he needed to hear. Varian nodded and returned the kiss before heading towards the motorbike quietly, the towel still wrapped around his shoulders as they walked. 
  The ride back felt way too short, Varian hesitating before he ran inside. Silently, he turned around and placed a kiss to Hugo’s lips one final time. “Thanks for the night out. It was perfect.” he whispered with a smile before jogging inside, still wrapped in the towel with the new addition of Hugo’s jacket on his shoulders. As he walked upstairs, he sighed happily and a hand drifted to his lips. Wow. That really happened just now. He really just kissed his ultimate rival. A bubbly feeling built in his stomach as he leaned back against his bedroom door to close it, Ruddiger staying far away from him due to the salt and sand that covered his body. 
  He was in love.
  He was in love with Hugo.
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noona-clock · 5 years ago
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I Never Knew - Part 6
Genre: WWII!AU
Pairing: Brian (Day6) x You (Female!Reader)
Warning: Mentions of war and death, Angst
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue | Words: 3,530
*gif courtesy of @cramelot​​
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Your father let go of your hand but only so he could slide his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest and cradling the back of your head in his palm.
“It’ll be all right, Cupcake,” he murmured, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. “You’ll be all right.”
...But would you?
The two people you cherished most in the world were leaving. And not just leaving. They were going to war. Literally. They were going to God-knows-where to fight God-knows-who, and there was a chance one or both of them wouldn’t come back.
You’d known this would happen. As the daughter of a high-ranking military officer, you’d known this practically your whole life.
But the difference between knowing something and actually experiencing it was, in fact, quite astounding. And you realized now that nothing could have prepared you for it. You had been as prepared as you could have possibly been, yet you were still reeling.
You moved your arms, slipping them around your father’s middle and letting yourself sink into his neck and shoulder. You’d never felt safer anywhere else but in the arms of your father -- except now you could add Brian to the list -- but even now it wasn’t enough. 
The sense of safety and security from your only parent wasn’t enough to ease the whirlwind of anxieties in your head.
“It’s time like these I’m almost glad your mother isn’t here anymore,” your father mumbled.
Your brow furrowed, and you would have pulled back to look at him, but his hold on you was too tight. You couldn’t move even an inch.
“What do you mean?” you asked, hearing that your voice sounded emotional and uneasy.
“I know how difficult it will be for you,” he began. “It would be even more difficult for her. Or, at least, difficult in a different way.”
...It would have been difficult for her in the same way it would be difficult for you with Brian.
Now that you’d found someone you cared for -- romantically -- you knew exactly what he meant.
You would miss both of them dearly. You would think about your father and Brian each and every minute of each and every day.
But the missing would be different. You would feel the loss of your father in your everyday life -- you would long for his presence in your house. But you would yearn for Brian. You would hunger for him. 
“And, selfishly, it’ll be a little easier for me, too,” your father continued. “I’ll be worried enough about you. Having someone back home to worry about can be... too much of a distraction sometimes.”
You did pull back to look at him then, forcing him to loosen his embrace. “A distraction?” you asked, wondering if you should be offended.
“Please, don’t take it the wrong way, Cupcake,” your father assured you with a whisper of a chuckle, leaning in to press a brief kiss to your forehead. “It’s just -- a soldier’s job changes when he’s on the front lines. The most important thing is to fight for your country. You can’t worry so much about who you’ve left behind, even though it’s hard not to.”
Maybe it’s because you’d been around the military all your life, but... you actually understood what he meant. If a soldier wasn’t going to give it his all when the time came to fight, should he even have enlisted in the first place? That’s kind of what being a soldier is all about: fighting with all your might for your country. The whole country, not just the people you loved.
...And that’s when you knew.
You needed to break up with Brian.
Except -- just the thought of it made your chest feel hollow, and it must have shown on your face because your father frowned at you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, searching your face with that intense, assessing gaze of his.
And since you were so used to telling him just about everything, you answered him truthfully. “I think I need to end things with Brian before you leave,” you choked out, your eyes now filling with tears since you’d said it out loud.
Surprisingly, your father’s expression morphed into one of shock and confusion. “End -- what? Why?”
“It -- it’s like you just said,” you answered. “Once he gets over there -- wherever you’re going -- he has to focus on -- on being a soldier. On winning. On fighting. And not just so he can come back to me, but so we can end this whole thing. If he’s worried about me the whole time, he won’t be able to concentrate, and we both know what happens to soldiers who lose their concentration.”
Your father let out a breath before he moved his hands to your face, cradling your cheeks in his palms. “Yes, that is true, but you don’t have to end your relationship because of that.”
Your brow furrowed even deeper, and you gazed at him with wide, desperate eyes. “But it would help, right? If he didn’t have to worry about me?”
“Well -- I guess, but --”
“And then I wouldn’t have to worry about him,” you continued, your emotions overtaking your voice more obviously now. “I wouldn’t get my -- my heart broken if he -- if he didn’t -- if he --”
You didn’t even realize that tears were pooling in your eyes until one of them spilled onto your cheek.
Your father sighed, and he let go of your face so he could hug you again.
“If that’s what you really want, Cupcake, you know I’ll support you. It might even be for the best. You’ll hurt now, but it could save you a lot more hurt in the future. And Brian will have plenty to distract him.”
You nodded absently, taking in his words and feeling so much relief that they actually made sense. Your father possessed probably the most sound logic of anyone you’d ever known, so if he could justify this, you knew it wasn’t a completely horrible decision.
Maybe it would turn out to be the wrong one, but... For now, you knew it was right.
“You’ll keep an eye on him, though,” you murmured. “Right?”
Because even though you knew you were about to break Brian’s heart, you didn’t want to. You cared about him too much not to ask this of your father.
“Of course,” he replied immediately. “No special treatment, but... I’ll do what I can.”
When the clock downstairs chimed the hour, you swiftly pulled away from your father. You had completely forgotten, but Brian was going to be here any second.
“Does he know?” you asked. “Have you told them yet?”
Your father hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded.
And you were incredibly relieved. You didn’t want to be the one to break the news to him. And maybe he’d been thinking about the same thing. Maybe having time to process the situation would have led him to the same conclusion as you.
Just as your father reached up to wipe a tear from your cheek, the doorbell rang.
Your gaze snapped to the top of the stairs outside of your bedroom, and your heart momentarily stopped.
“Take as much time as you need,” your father said gently. “Do you want me to stay awake until you get home?”
Without even really thinking about it, you shook your head. “No, it’s -- it’s all right. You need to rest up.”
He certainly wouldn’t be getting much sleep where he was going, so he should get all he could in the next three days. Not that you can actually save up sleep, but... you know what I mean.
Both of you stood from your bed, but before you could make a move to leave, your father leaned in to press another kiss to your forehead and to pull you into a hug.
“I love you,” he told you. “I love you so much, and I know what you’re capable of handling. You can get through anything.”
Even though there were still tears in your eyes and your emotion was still blocking your throat, you managed to murmur an ‘I love you, too’ in reply.
After one more tight squeeze, your father let go of you and stepped away, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you toward your door. “Go on, now. You don’t want to keep him waiting any longer.”
You simply nodded, reaching up to dab at your eyes as you headed toward the staircase. And when you reached the front door, you took a deep breath before lifting a hand to open it.
Brian, as usual, was smiling as soon as you opened the door -- but when he saw you, it fell within seconds.
“Y/N,” he said, stepping into your house and sliding his hands on your upper arms. “What’s wrong?”
You forced a smile onto your lips and guided him back out onto the porch. “Let’s not talk about it right now,” you said quietly. You made eye contact with him, and that must have been enough to tell him exactly what you meant because he paused for a moment... and then nodded.
“Okay,” he whispered.
You took his hand after closing the door behind you, taking another deep breath to try and fill yourself with energy -- positive energy. “Let’s do something fun tonight,” you suggested.
“Something fun?” Brian repeated.
“Yes, something fun,” you confirmed with a quick nod. “Something we haven’t done before. Something... memorable.”
When you turned your head to look over at him as the two of you started down the walkway, you saw a sad, knowing sort of smile on his lips.
“I think I know just the thing,” he declared before squeezing your hand and picking up the pace.
You hurried after him, your eyebrows raising with curiosity. “What? What is it? Where are we going?”
Brian just shot you a smirk over his shoulder. “You’ll find out.”
A genuine grin tugged at your lips, your heart starting to flutter with anticipation as you continued to follow him.
He led you down one of your usual paths toward the town, almost like you were going to the diner or the movie theatre. But you eventually passed both of them.
“Brian,” you chuckled. “Where are we going?!”
Brian slowed down, turning around to face you and walking backward. He reached out and took your chin in-between his thumb and index finger before saying, “Since when have you been so impatient?”
The smirk on his face was too attractive for words, and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling him closer to you and pressing your lips to his.
And, of course, a voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to relish this. Kiss him as many times as you could before...
“I won’t be impatient if you tell me where we’re going,” you whispered, smiling against his lips.
“We’re almost there. I promise.” He pulled back from you, tugging on your hand and turning around to continue heading down the sidewalk.
After passing a few more buildings, he began to slow down again. He lifted his free arm up and gestured toward...
“An arcade?” you asked with delighted disbelief. “I had no idea this was here.”
“Well, now you do,” Brian retorted. “You wanted fun... this is what I got.”
You raised one eyebrow and slowly turned your head to smirk at him. “Do they have a pinball machine?”
“I think so,” Brian smirked right back.
“Oh, I’m so going to beat you.”
“You wish!”
The two of you scrambled inside, and Brian quickly exchanged a few dollar bills for coins.
It didn’t take long for you to lose yourself in the games and the competition and the flirtatious fun between you and Brian. You played pinball and claw games and bowling and basketball and a robotic man with a crystal ball spat out a card with your fortune on it and, after some cajoling, you even got Brian to go into the photo booth with you.
“These are so cute,” you grinned as you stood outside of the arcade, holding the square of four pictures delicately in-between your fingers. There was one normal picture of you and Brian smiling, one where you were both making silly, cross-eyed faces, one where you were giving him bunny ears with your fingers, and one where Brian was kissing your cheek.
It honestly almost made you cry because the two of you looked so happy.
“It’s not fair, though,” Brian said, plucking the piece of photo paper from you. “There’s only one copy. I want these, too.”
“Well,” you sighed,. “You did pay for them, so I guess they actually belong to you.”
A soft smile curved Brian’s lips, and he took the paper in both hands. Your brow furrowed slightly as he folded it in half, first forward and then backward. And then he carefully began ripping the paper along the seam he’d just created.
Once the paper was in two halves, he handed one to you with a look of extreme pride.
“There,” he grinned. “Two for you, two for me.”
You excitedly looked down at the half he’d handed you, beaming when you saw you’d received the normal, smiling picture and the silly, cross-eyed picture.
“I hope you don’t mind, I kept the kissing one for myself,” he murmured, leaning in close to your ear and then pressing a kiss to your cheek just like he had in the picture.
A soft, breathless giggle escaped through your lips as Brian tucked his half of the pictures in one of his pockets. You slid yours in your purse, and then Brian took your hand before starting a slow stroll down the sidewalk.
Your heart started to race because you knew the end of the night was coming. Brian was beginning to walk you home, and once you got there...
Yes, there was still time before he left.
But wouldn’t it be better to just get it over with now?
Leaving to go fight in a war was probably enough of a change; you should at least give Brian a couple of days to deal with this before he shipped out.
...Right?
What if he didn’t think breaking up was a good idea though? What if he didn’t understand your reasoning and thought it didn’t make sense and --
“Everything all right?”
You jumped slightly at Brian’s sudden interruption. “Hm?” you hummed.
“You’re just... a little more quiet than usual,” he murmured. “You okay?”
After blinking yourself out of your thoughtful trance, you realized you were a lot closer to your house than you thought you’d be. So... I guess now was the time.
“Not really,” you answered, tightening your hold on his hand as you slowed your steps. “I’m... not okay. At all.”
Brian stopped walking altogether, tugging on your hand and turning you to face him. “Is it what you were so upset about earlier? When I came to pick you up?”
You nodded, just barely meeting his gaze.
“Is it... about...”
You nodded again. “Daddy told me when he got home,” you whispered.
Without saying another word, Brian stepped up to you, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“It’ll be all right,” he assured you, repeating your father’s words from earlier. “I’ll bet you a hundred bucks the war is almost over, and we won’t even have to be gone for long.”
How you wished that were true. You knew better than to expect -- or even hope -- for that.
You wanted to stay in Brian’s embrace. You wanted it more than anything in the world, but you somehow managed to push away from him.
“I -- I think...” you started, your forehead wrinkling deeply as your heart began to jump up into your throat. “Brian, I --”
“Don’t worry,” he interjected, reaching to hug you again. “I’ll write to you as often as I can, and we --”
“No, I think we should end it.”
How you had gotten those words out of your mouth, you would truly never know.
The silence following your statement forced you to actually look at him, your wide, terrified eyes locking on his extremely stunned ones.
“We -- we should what?” Brian stammered, breathless.
Hot tears stung the back of your eyelids, and you could barely swallow, barely speak around the lump of emotion in your throat. “I don’t want to,” you choked out. “But I think it’s best.”
“No -- of course, it’s not, why? Why would it be best?” His voice was stronger now, and you could so clearly hear the hurt and confusion.
It was killing you.
“Because,” you started, taking as deep of a breath as you could. “You -- you have a job to do over there. Wherever you’ll be. You’re a soldier, and that has to come first. You -- you have to be able to fight without worrying about coming home to me. I want you to come home to me. Of course, I do. I -- I love you. More than I ever thought I could love someone.”
Brian’s eyes filled with some sort of mixture of hope and adoration and anguish, and it truly felt like your heart was actually breaking.
“But when you signed up, when you enlisted, you made a promise to protect our country. Not just me. If you go over there with the sole purpose of winning this thing just so you can come back to me... I just can’t let you do that. This war is about something so much bigger. I can’t let our relationship get in the way.”
“But I won’t --”
“You will,” you interrupted. And you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping up to him, reaching up to cradle his ridiculously handsome face in your palms, and tilting your head to press your forehead to his. “Even if you try not to, you will. I would if it were me. I would want to come back to you, and I don’t -- I don’t want to be a distraction to you. I know you, Brian. You’re not afraid to take risks, and I don’t want you to hold back because you don’t want to risk not... not... not coming back to me.”
Unsurprisingly, the tears were streaming down your cheeks now. Aside from your mother’s death, this was the hardest thing you’d ever experienced. You hadn’t ever dreamed your heart could feel so empty again, but here you were. Standing in front of Brian, feeling like there was a hole forming in your chest. And it was only getting deeper and wider as the seconds went by.
The worst part was, this was all your doing.
You knew it was the right decision, though, at least in bigger picture terms. Even though you tried to avoid the news these days, you still understood things were bad. And they could get a lot worse if the war didn’t turn around soon.
Staying with Brian just felt... too selfish right now. And it’s not like you were breaking it off for good. If -- when -- he came back, you would be there. Waiting for him. Ready to welcome him home... as long as he was willing to be welcomed.
Brian, who had been almost stock-still through your whole speech, was now reaching up and grasping your wrists. He lowered your hands away from his face, and you felt him nod slightly.
He stepped away, his eyes glassy and his mouth a thin, serious line. It was obvious he was trying not to cry, and the sight of him almost made you burst into gut-wrenching sobs.
“I... actually understand,” he muttered. “I don’t agree, and I’ll spend the next few days hoping you’ll change your mind... but I don’t think you’re wrong. I... can see where you’re coming from.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice quivering more than ever. “I don’t want to hurt you. I know that I am -- I’m hurting myself, too, I just -- It would hurt even more if you didn’t --”
“Come back,” he finished. “Yeah. Better to get it over with now instead of hearing about it in a telegram.”
Oh, god. You couldn’t even bear to think about that.
Before you could let yourself fall apart completely, Brian leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. And then he pressed his nose to yours before whispering, “I love you, too. But I promise I won’t do my best to come back to you. I’ll do my best to come back, but I’ll do everything I can to be the best soldier I can be. For you and for me and for everyone in this country, in this world. I promise.”
You tipped your chin in a nod, and Brian kissed your forehead one more time before he stepped away. He let go of your hands. He turned around.
And he walked away from you.
Part 7
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fictionisfact · 5 years ago
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A/N: I’m in love with Ty so I really wanted to write this little Ty x reader. Don’t get me wrong, I love Ty and Annie together, I just wanted to try writing. I really hope you guys enjoy and this gif is so cute. 🥺
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Based on S1 Ep. 9
“Prom does not sound fun, at all, especially if you have no one to go with.” Annie stated unamused.
“Prom is probably going to be the best experience of our high school lives!” You exclaimed confidently with a huge grin on your face. “Plus we can always go together.”
You were currently chilling on Annie’s bed making small talk. She just got back from Aunt Helen’s not too long ago. You lived with Annie and Dana Sue ever since your parents died, which happened when you were 5. Although you and Annie were cousins, you practically became sisters and Dana Sue was basically your second mom.
Just as you girls stopped laughing at your dumbfounded excitement, Dana Sue leaned against the door frame of the current occupied room.
“Okay girls, it’s Margarita night so get dressed. We’re going over to Maddie’s house tonight. Lord knows she needs this after the whole Kyle situation today.”
Your face turned into a frown at the mention of Kyle. He was like the little brother you never had and you loved him dearly.
“Yes ma’am.” You responded excitedly at the thought of seeing him. You jumped off the bed and ran to your room to get dressed.
“Well, we know who she’s excited to see.” Dana Sue said chuckling. Annie laughed along as she nodded her head knowing what her mom was talking about.
You scanned through your closet and settled on a white crop top with light blue jeans. You looked at yourself in the full length mirror you had in your room and was very pleased.
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You tied your white shoes after slipping them on and decided to wait in the kitchen for Dana Sue and Annie. After a few minutes of waiting with Annie. Dana Sue came out of her room and told you both to get in the car.
The drive was not long at all and it was very familiar, as you came to Maddie’s often. After all Tyler, or Ty, was your best friend and you guys hung out non-stop. It’s funny because everyone swears you guys would be a cute couple. They expect you guys to get married when you’re both older because of how close you are. You always turned the idea down though because you thought it was extremely cheesy.
When you walked through the front door, Aunt Helen and Aunt Maddie were standing there waiting for Annie and you.
“Oh! How are you honey?” Maddie asked as she gave you a bone crushing hug, while Annie gave Helen one at the same time.
“I’ve been well thank you. I don’t even need to ask about you though. If you ever need help, I’m here for you Aunt Maddie.” You replied sweetly as you pulled away from the hug with a small smile on your lips.
“You’re too kind *y/n*, I can always count on you.” She said as she rested her hands on your shoulders. You and Annie switched Aunts to hug the other. After the hugging was done Maddie called down Kyle.
He walked down the stairs begrudgingly, as everyone stared at him. Maddie walked away once he was at the bottom of the steps, to let his friends talk to him.
He stood there awkwardly until he mustered up enough courage to say something to the three people waiting.
“I was a jerk today, not a team player at all,” he started, as Helen gave him a slight nod confirming his claims, “and I’m very sorry,” he finished. Helen gave him a tight lipped smile while you gave him a small comforting one.
“You put us in a very bad state, dear heart. You’ll have to make apologies tomorrow to the rest of the team. You know that, don’t you?” She queried as he stared blankly until he looked up at her.
“Yes Aunt Helen.” He replied solemnly.
“Hmm. All right then. I am not gonna pile on you, considering that you’re probably grounded for a dog’s age already.” She said as she leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. You and Annie giggled quietly at Helen’s funny remark. She walked away leaving you, Annie, and Kyle alone.
You pulled him in for a tight hug. You sighed happily, knowing that he is safe and sound
“Don’t ever scare me like that again ok? I love you.” You mumbled into his ear. He eargely shook his head agreeing.
You stepped back away from him and looked between Annie and him. You sensed that they needed to be alone after what had happened.
“Umm, I’m going to check on Ty.” You said as you rubbed the back of your neck and start for the stairs.
“Mhmm. You go do that. Have fun!” Annie said with a huge smirk on her face. Her and Kyle started laughing at your blushed state. Nobody will ever live that down you thought to yourself.
“You’re evil you know that?” You asked looking back at them while walking up the stairs. He’s talking to CeCe anyways, he doesn’t like me like that you assured yourself. Although he has been acting weird around you lately.
Once you made it to the top, you turn the corner and head towards the familiar room you have been in countless of times. You open the door and close it leaving a little crack open. Ty sat on his bed on his phone. Once he saw you he sat up with a huge grin plastered across his face.
“Hey *y/n*!” He said, happy that he finally had some company let alone his best friend. You two hugged and then sat on his bed to chill for a bit.
“So how are you and CeCe?” You asked poking him in his side with an innocent smile. You were genuinely curious as he never talked about her. Another point to him acting weird. He always talked about everything with you but recently, he hasn’t which you understand as it was most likely because of his parents divorce.
“Good I guess,” he responded rubbing his neck. You nodded understanding he didn’t want to expand on the subject. CeCe has never liked you as you were one of the most prettiest girls in school, which meant you were slightly more popular than her. She’s jealous of you and Ty’s relationship too.
You shivered from the fan’s cool breeze above you. You immediately regretted wearing a tank top that was exposing a lot of skin.
“Why is it so cold in here?!” You blurted out in irritation. Ty shot you a weird look.
“What do you mean? I’m super hot.” He said standing up from the bed. “You know you’re too sensitive for your own good.” He chuckled lightly at your face you were making. He grabbed one of his sweatshirts and tossed it at you. It landed right on your face.
“Thank you.” You said, muffled from the sweatshirt on your face. He sat back down again while you slid on the sweatshirt it was big on you but that’s how you liked it. He leaned his head on his hand looking down at you. You turned to see him staring at you.
“What?” You queried as he gave you a look he’s never given you before. You smiled cautiously at his strange behavior. 
“Noreen left my dad.” He said with a slight shrug, still looking at you. A frown creeped onto your face knowing that he’s going to be affected once again.
“I’m so sorry Ty. I know how hard the divorce was for you, this must be a little hard to.” You grabbed his free hand to comfort him. “I’m always here for you if you ever need someone to talk to. I’m great at listening.” You told him smiling from ear to ear.
“That’s what I love about you, you’re so kind, caring, beautiful.” He said throwing the last adjective out of the blue. Still you smiled at his kind words.
Before you could thank him, he started leaning in. It all happened so fast you couldn’t comprehend. He kissed you softly. As you realize what was happening you push him off and you sit up with a jolt. Tyler Townsend, your best friend since the age of 5, just kissed you. Your eyes grew wide and you just stared blankly in front of you.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know what I was thinking-“ he claimed as he scrambled off the bed. He too had wide eyes from his previous actions. “Um, I have to get to Gabe’s, I’ll see you later?” He nervously said as he tried to move past what just happened.
Before you could say “okay”, he bolted out of his room and down the stairs. You quickly realized that you guys needed to talk. You tried to chase after him, but him being a lot faster than you, you knew you couldn’t make it in time.
“Later, prisoners. I am a law-abiding citizen so I am going to Gabe’s!” You heard him yell from the living room. As you get to the bottom of the stairs, he had already shut the door behind him.
You sigh in disbelief. You didn’t mean to be so frozen or quiet about it. You were just caught off guard, EXTREMLY off guard. You slowly walked into living room to see Annie and Kyle playing cards. They just finished talking about their prom night plans. Although you wanted to oppose of it and make Annie go with you, you were to busy with your own problems.
“Can I join you guys?” You asked shyly with a small smile. You sat on the floor across from Kyle.
“Of course!” Annie responded enthusiastically. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, you ok?” She asked hesitantly. You stopped staring into space at her sudden question.
“Yup. All good here.” You said not so confidently. Little did they know, a lot was going to be changing soon.
Part 2
Okay wow kinda happy with this, I might make a part 2 because I had more planned out like reader going to prom with Jackson making Ty jealous.
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heya, for you what would summarise what you think to be bad characterisation in S2? Are there any specific scenes that jump out for you or just in general?
Ooh, what an excellent question! I want to start by saying that I do dearly love this show and I genuinely think it is one of the best pieces of television of all time. Even though I think s2 is the weakest season overall, it is LEAGUES above any given season of virtually any other show on television. (Also, these are entirely my opinions, so if you don’t vibe with them that is completely fine!!)
I personally think there are three key things that make a show/movie “good”: an intriguing plot, relatable/well-developed characters, and appealing visuals. S1 of KE obviously has all of these, as does s3 (ESPECIALLY in regards to character dev. and the visuals/actual “look” of the show. The overall season plot has been somewhat convoluted, but the writers have done a wonderful job of building the tension every week and I think it will all really come together in the finale). S2, on the other hand, suffers from both plot and characterization issues, especially in comparison to the first season.
Anyway, I’m going to branch out a little from your question and address all of the major downfalls of s3, which are:
1. The overarching plot and dropped storylines
S2 had SO MUCH potential in regards to the plotlines introduced at the beginning of the season (not to mention the necessary continuation of the s1 plot), but the writers just... went nowhere with it? Not only did we get no closer to learning anything about the Twelve (arguably the core plot of the show, even if I’m really only watching for the gay shit), but the attempt at having Villanelle and Eve work together - while an exciting and intriguing concept - was disappointing in its execution. 
Not to mention the Ghost storyline. Like... who was she? What happened to her? What did Villanelle do/say to her in that trailer that completely broke her? Why did she call Eve a monster? Literally none of this was answered, and the whole arc was just dropped halfway through the season.
And of course, Aaron Peel. I hated this plotline with a passion. Why would Nadia write his name on a piece of paper in s1 as her final message for Eve? What was his connection to the Twelve? Why did Carolyn/MI6/whoever want him dead? Why were there no repercussions for any party after his death?
I had SO many questions coming out of s2 that were never answered and probably won’t be. 
2. The characterization of Eve and Villanelle (individually)
I’m sure other people have spoken more eloquently about this (someone please link me other posts if you know of any!), but for me, s2 was also frustrating for the way Eve’s and Villanelle’s individual characters developed.
For Eve, my main issue is that she was just written as a complete asshole for most of the season??? And why? Much as I loved the sheer quantity of V/E scenes in s2, I hated how frequently it seemed Eve was annoyed by/angry with Villanelle during them. I guess this could be excused as Eve still being upset with Villanelle for “ruining her life,” but then how do you explain Eve being a complete dick to Kenny? Or her new workmates?
As for Villanelle, I think she was written as somewhat of a caricature of herself throughout the season (particularly 2x06-2x08). There was substance to the Villanelle of s1, but not so much during s2 - with the exception of her scenes with Eve, which I found to be very strong regarding Villanelle’s emotional state/motivations.
This is nitpicky, but I also thought the Eve/Niko relationship was especially gross during season 2 (read: the opening sequence of 2x06 🤢). I also didn’t like how the writers tried to push the Villanelle-is-a-psycopath-and-therefore-irredeemable narrative so hard.
3. The characterization/development of the Eve/Villanelle dynamic
I already spoke a bit about this above, but the pervasive message regarding the Eve/Villanelle relationship in s2 was “toxic! bad! you should feel bad for wanting them to get together!” Much of this was insinuated by the "psychopath” storyline, as well as by Eve’s random and nonsensical hostility towards Villanelle.
At the end of s1, Eve and Villanelle were on relatively equal footing (before the whole stabbing thing ofc). S2, on the other hand, seemed to push the narrative that Villanelle was “bad” and Eve was “good,” but when she was acting like/working with Villanelle she was also “bad.” I think this sort of black and white thinking is what made the E/V dynamic seem so... off? during season 2.
In comparison, the character development we’ve seen in s3 has been MASSIVE for both these characters, as well as in regards to their mutual dynamic. Both Eve and Villanelle have gone on extensive personal journeys this season, which will (hopefully) culminate in them once again being on equal footing, as well as having a respect for one another. (And this doesn’t even include the shift in their romantic dynamic!!)
I said earlier that I agree with the opinion that s3 has felt more like a “true” second season/followup to s1 than s2 ever did... and I stand by that!! I genuinely think you could watch s3 directly after s1 and have a much better appreciation for these characters/their development as individual people as well as two halves of one whole than you would by watching s2 in the middle.
One final disclaimer (because this post is now officially WAY too long): Although s2 had its pitfalls, it was, in general, a fun season. I had a good time! I laughed a lot and envied Villanelle’s outfits and appreciated how much screentime Eve and Villanelle had together!! Even though I am critical of certain aspects of s2, it was a genuinely good season of television. If it were not naturally existing in comparison to seasons 1 and 3, I would likely have much fewer complaints! The only reason s2 gets critiqued as often as it does is (I think) because the bar set by season 1 was so astronomically high. Also 2x05 is one of the best episodes of the entire series, hands down.
Thank you for the question!! Sorry for rambling on so much, but hopefully this clarifies my opinions a bit more. Enjoy the finale tonight! 💗
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