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vrsey · 2 months ago

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EVERY BREATHE YOU TAKE - I

ZIGGY KATS - (2022, When You Finish Saving The World)

w/c: 1.2k ⌗ no use of y/n , angst , not proofread pt2 pt3

You didn’t think you’d ever find yourself on Ziggy’s bed like this— A newfound intimacy you were too afraid to fully acknowledge. Romance was something you were never interested in, or, something you were never brave enough to let yourself enjoy. You couldn’t say why, mostly because you yourself didn’t know. That’s why with Ziggy, you’d been introduced to a completely foreign range of emotions— emotions that put a strain on you in a way you couldn’t begin to describe.

You were utterly enamored in such a way that you wouldn’t wish upon your worst enemy.

There you both lay, staring up at the popcorn ceiling as Every Breathe You Take plays on his old ipod. You had one earbud in your left ear, he had the other in his right. The wires were tangled up into a ball, forcing you two to be too close for comfort. Well, maybe for him. God, you were resentful of the bubbling feeling you’d get when he would brush his shoulder against yours on occasion. Why couldn’t you appreciate the simplicity of being friends? Why romanticize every aspect of your friendship?

Although, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever felt the same when he’d look at you. You wonder if he stares at you so long he notices the niche features of your face like you do with the stippled freckles of his cheeks, so faint one wouldn’t be able to appreciate them. Unless that someone were you.

‘Every breathe you take,’

His curls tickle your shoulder, the sheets under your head shift a little. Intrigued, you try to sneak a glance, only to realize he’d already turned his head to look at you.

‘every move you make,’

You mimic his actions, turning your head to face him. His eyes bored into yours, those oblivious pools of burgundy reeling you in. You wonder if the same thing is going through his head right now; ‘I really want to kiss you.’

‘Every bond you break, every step you take, i’ll be watching you.’

Your gaze drifted from his eyes down to the harsh curve carved into the apex of his nose, to the candle-like drip on the end of it. They continue traveling down until they meet his slightly parted lips. “You look pretty like this” He murmurs in a voice so soft, it almost felt reserved for you. Your brows ease a little, blinking in ignorant disbelief. Upon registering his words, heat creeps onto your cheeks almost immediately. His gaze hadn’t left yours, a sense of longing in his eyes.

‘’every single day, every word you say’

“Likewise” You mutter through a shy grin. He lets out a huff of air through his nose, the corners of his lips quirking up subtly. His hand rested beside yours, his pinky moving slowly until it hooked onto yours. His eyes flickered across your face, studying your expression— more so, reaction. Your pulse quickened, pinky instinctively curling into his in return.

His eyes make their way down you face, fixated on every curve and contour until he meets your lips. Subconsciously pressing his lips together, tongue grazing over his narrow upper lip. Your breath staggers, anticipation coiling up inside you.

‘Every game you play, every night you stay, I’ll be watching you.’

While the anticipation was exhilarating, you couldn’t help but feel panic rise within. There’s no way, you think to yourself. He isn’t going to kiss you, is he? You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet! What if you mess it up? Were you willing to jeopardize your friendship over a stupid hypothetical kiss? Are you reading too far into it?

He snakes his hand closer, fingers loosely intertwining with yours. He keeps his focus on your lips, staring with intent before glancing up at you. You were annoyingly conflicted, hesitance clearly written all over your face. But even the most textbook-cues went right over Ziggys head, his gaze unwavering.

‘Oh, can't you see, You belong to me?’

He leaned in, your panic turning more into an impending doom. You couldn’t process any of this fast enough. He crept closer, his eyes dead set on your lips. You haven’t had your first kiss yet. His eyes began fluttering closed, his breath ghosting over your face.

‘How my poor heart aches, Every step you take’

God, no.

‘Every move you make’

You can’t.

‘And every vow you br-‘

In a panic, you yank out the headphone and quickly sit up, slipping your hand from Ziggy’s. His expression falters, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Shit, sorry, I thought…” He trails off, clearing his throat before tugging off his headphone. “That was stupid.” He shakes his head, scratching his cheek.

What was stupid? The kiss, or you? Please be telepathic.

“No, no!” You halfheartedly wave your hands, a pathetic attempt at reassurance. “If.. If you wanted it, its not stupid. I mean, fuck man. I’m sorry.” Your index and middle finger rub your temples, your free hand clenched around the sheet beneath you, the only thing keeping you grounded. He looks anywhere but you, lips pressed into a line. “It was a mistake, don’t worry about it.” He vocalizes quietly. Not softly, quietly. A difference only you would notice.

A mistake?

Your heart clenches, your nose beginning to sting. Oh my god, you were not about to cry. Not in front of him, not like this. You inhale, scratching the nape of your neck in attempt to feign nonchalance. “I should go, it’s getting late.” You quickly murmur. He feels the weight beside him ease on the bed as you get up and tug on your jacket in a few swift motions. You could feel his gaze burning into you, you don’t dare look at him.

“Uh, yeah, it is.” He replies, looking at his phone; 7:32. “Late.” He echoes.

“I’ll text you.” You quietly voice, already half way out the door. You almost hoped he’d call after you, maybe even run to you and beg you to stay. But unfortunately, it was Ziggy. You hadn’t even heard a bye, but maybe it was better that way. If you’d heard his voice one more time you might’ve burst into tears right there.

On the walk home, you were left with nothing but your thoughts alone. Did he want it? Was it a mistake if he initiated it in the first place? What if he was messing with you? Questions swarmed your head, a million scenarios playing— scenarios where you hadn’t been a coward. Scenarios where you established something more than friendship. You only found yourself caught wallowing in a pool of regret the more you dwelled deeper.

A part of you wants to go back; go back and apologize for being stupid, grab him by the shoulders and smash your lips against his. But it was ridiculous. There’s no way you could face him now. You needed time to process everything- although small, it left you yearning for something. Something outside of plain friendship.

Although, in the midst of your thoughts, you couldn’t help but wonder what Ziggy was thinking. Would you even text him? What if that was the last conversation you’d have with him? It was too soon to tell. You’d have to wait and see.

hihi! here’s my attempt at a fanfic haha c: sorry if its short and stupid, trust me when i say this took 4 very unfortunate hours. curse writers block. also, there will be a second part if this does well enough, aiming for 3 likes on this one B) i might even drag it out, slow burn yk yk.. anyways, thank you sm for reading! feedback is appreciated ㅤᵕ̈

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vrsey · 22 days ago

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EVERY BREATHE YOU TAKE - II

ZIGGY KATS - (2022, When You Finish Saving The World)

pt1 pt3 w/c; 1.8k ⌗ no use of y/n , not proofread

7:47 - about fifteen minutes since you’d left. Fifteen minutes since you’d dodged his dreadful kiss. Fifteen minutes since you practically spat your disinterest at his face in disgust. To say he was humiliated was the understatement of the century.

Ziggy lets out an exasperated, shaky sigh, rubbing a cold hand over his face in frustration. He just didn’t understand you. He’d caught your stolen glances before, he’d noticed the way your fingers lingered on his when he’d give you your earbud. He knew you’d stare at him, thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he did. He always did. He may be emotionally stunted, but he thought surely all those things weren’t meaningless, were they? Had he really misread everything THAT bad?

Either way, you’d dodged his kiss. For whatever reason. And now he was left on his bed alone, fingers digging into the sheets under him, clutching a handful of the fabric as he tries to make sense of what had happened almost half an hour ago now. New theories race through his mind, the silence that engulfed him somehow louder than before.

Had he really gotten it all wrong? Were you even friends now? He groans, throwing himself back onto his bed, arms shooting up to his head, resting over his face. “idiot, idiot, idiot.” He grumbles to himself, letting himself fully embrace the self-pity that had him in a chokehold. He tightens his arms around his head, his wails of frustration muffled.

He spends what seems like an eternity sulking in his confusion and doubt into the sleeves of his sweater before unraveling his arms, letting them fall beside him. He stares up at his stupid popcorn ceiling, the same ceiling you were both looking at moments before he had to ruin everything.

Unable to bear the sight, he turns his head, only to see his ipod sitting menacingly beside him with the earbuds you’d shared, still connected. His brows crease into a furrow, a frown falling over his lips. Why did everything remind him of you now?

He picks up the device, realizing that song had been playing on repeat. That stupid song. Now all he’ll think about when he listens to it is devastating rejection. His fingers curl around it, throwing it to the other side of his bed in childish spite. He couldn’t afford to think about you right now. He lays his head back onto his mattress, a long exhale following. He pulls the backs of his palms up to his eyes, as if trying to rub away his worry. He needed to be consoled.

He sits up, supporting himself with his elbows as he tries thinking of anyone but you who he could go to. Usually, if he felt like complaining and sulking, it was almost instinct to find you. But right now, you weren’t available. Though, he did have one other person. Unfortunately, the only other person. “fuck me” He mutters in defeat.

Reluctantly, he pulls himself away from his bed, leaving his room to seek guidance from his mom. Surely she’d have the solution to his unfortunate predicament.

—

“Right so, this is about—”

“Jesus, mom, yes. It is about … her”

He grumbles, rubbing his hand along the nape of his neck in humiliation. He hardly went to her for girl advice, especially when it was romantic. He stands in front of her desk, an annoyed frown drawn on his lips as he twiddles his thumbs.

“Honey, I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what happened.” She shakes her head, adjusting her glasses as she fixates her gaze on Ziggy. She has her hands clasped together sitting on the table as she waits for him to start talking. He sighs, closing his eyes as he squeezes the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb.

“okay, yeah, yeah. I guess so.” He rolls out the chair in front of her desk, sitting on it and making uncomfortable eye contact. He clears his throat, averting his gaze, knowing if he held it, he’d probably explode.

“I know we’ve been friends for years and stuff, but today just felt different, y’know?” he shrugs, his thumb running along the inside of his palm. “she was laying next to me and she was just.. there. she looked at my lips, i looked at hers, i thought she wanted it!”

She cringes a little at how that sounded, he catches on and immediately backtracks. “okay, wait no, no, like—“ He stammers helplessly “I thought she wanted to kiss, mom, okay?” He admits, cheeks redden as he sinks into the chair, arms crossing defensively. He sheepishly turns his head, swallowing harshly. His mother nods slowly, mouth gaping as if trying to form some sort of comforting gesture.

“well, did you?” She asks carefully, studying his expression with each word. He almost scowls, instead pressing his lips into a line and glancing at her, as if saying ‘are you kidding?’ She hums in response, reaching out to rest her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Ziggy… what happened? did she get spooked?”

He hesitates, almost as if not knowing himself. He tilts his head, nose scrunching. “Well, um…” He inhales to speak, then pauses for a second to think, trying to recall how you’d reacted before. “She pulled away before we could kiss, then I panicked like a fucking…” He glances at his mom for a second, a small grimace on her face at his vulgar language, but stays quiet. “so um, I told her that it was a mistake, and uh, then she seemed upset and left.”

She lets out a sigh, fingers rubbing at the knot near her forehead. She hated that her son was so emotionally oblivious. “Right.” She responds, shaking her head before looking at him. “Did it occur to you that maybe she did want it, but after calling it a mistake, she was embarrassed? Maybe the poor girl wasn’t ready, Ziggy.” It was like a lightbulb moment for the boy. He runs a hand through his jagged half-curls, stretching a little on the chair while processing. “Wow, uh, no it didn’t...” He murmurs quietly, adjusting himself.

Silence fills the air for a little longer than it should have. He clears his throat, “Okay, well, how do I fix whatever this is? Do I text her?” He asks, leaning against the desk, rather desperate to get back to you somehow.

She wasn’t the best at giving relationship advice. The half-assed love she has for Ziggy’s father was a clear indication of it—but she was determined to salvage what you two had; You were the best influence for Ziggy and she enjoyed your company.

“Yes, yes text her,” she ushers him to pull his phone out and walks up beside him, “better yet, let me do it.” she insists. “God no!” He lets out a humorless laugh and furrows his brows as if she’d just said something absurd— which she did. She slaps his arm with no malice, frowning “Come on, i’m a woman, i know what she wants to hear. You wanted help and i’m giving it to you!”

He sighs, opening your contact and glossing over the last conversation you’d had,

‘wna come over?? i hab weed from the shady guy B)’

‘heellll yeaaahhhhh gimme like twenty minutes b rite there:)’

‘hurrypls’

You hadn’t been able to even touch it when you got there, you’d gotten preoccupied with the stupid song. He hand hovers above the weed message to cover it. “Just tell me what to say” He quickly says, his other hand pulling up the keyboard. She nods, hand resting on his chair as she thinks for a second.

“Right, well. Start with, ‘I apologize for my actions an—”

“Mom, there’s no fucking way I’d ever say that in the history of ever.”

“Jesus, Ziggy just type it! Trust me, i’m your mother. And stop cussing! nasty habit.”

He hesitates, staring at the blinking line above the keyboard before shaking his head.

“Yeah, no way. I’m no—“

She tears the phone from his grasp, speed walking to the other room.

“MOM, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

Ziggy shoots out of his chair and chases behind her. She quickly shuts the door and adjusts her glasses as she tries typing it in as fast as her facebook-mom fingers could.

He slams open the door and lets out a few exasperated breathes. She supported her elbow with her free hand, staring at the phone in anticipation. “You’ll thank me in a few years when your married.”

“You didn’t.” He glances at his phone.

She hisses playfully, nose scrunching. “I did…”

He snatches back his phone, hoping, praying, that she was lying.

Alas, there stood the cheesiest message in the world.

‘Ziggy here. I would like to apologize if my actions caused you any discomfort. It was not my intention to, and I hope you’ll forgive me. I respect and care for you a lot.’

Just as he finished reading, below it appeared the one word that made his heart stop.

read

“Oh my God.” He scrunches his hand up into his hair, letting out a loud groan. “She didn’t want to talk before, now she’ll completely just…”

You were typing.

He exhales heavily, hand dropping from his hair to his forehead. His mom looks over his shoulder at the phone, putting her hand on his other shoulder and squeezing it. “Just watch, she’ll forgive you and comment on how respectful you were!”

‘hi mrs katz’

Her expression fades. “What the hell? How’d she know it was me?” Ziggy stares at her blankly. The phone buzzes again, both gazes immediately drawn.

‘sorry to make you worry mrs :(( i mafe a misyake it’s not ziggys fault’

“Oh, she’s a sweet thing.” She frowns, shaking his shoulder. He rolls his eyes, rolling his shoulder to brush away her hand. His thumbs hover over the keyboard, doing a little dance as he tries to make up a good response.

‘hey it’s ziggy. for reals this time’

“Real nice, Ziggy.” She grumbles. He tsks, swatting her away. “Let me live, geez. I can fix this.” He sits down on the couch, hunched over on his phone, mom following behind.

‘im sorry if u thoufht i was a dick and sorry if ur feelings were hurt”

“Okay, no. Rewrite that.” She nudges his shoulder with hers, shaking her head in disapproval. He nods, deleting part of the sentence.

‘im really sorry i was a dick i just didn’t want to ruin what we had already but i totally get it if you don’t feel the same about me or anything’

He was practically confessing, but in that moment he didn’t care, he just wanted to save your friendship. Or.. whatever-ship. He stares at the screen, gnawing at his bottom lip. “That was decent.” His mom says softly, rubbing his shoulder. “You’re being vulnerable.”

He superseded the urge to scoff or roll his eyes. He cracks a half-smile. “Yeah.” He glances back down at his screen.

typing…

hi guys sorry for disappearing hahaa i had privated the og pt 2 bc it was wayyy too fast and i just didn’t like it but here’s the second part :p new part coming soonnnn(?) thanks for reading! feedback is appreciated ㅤᵕ̈

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