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bella-goths-wife · 2 years

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read ur slashers after a breakup n i have to ask !! how wuld different slashers try to get bavk wth their s/o ! it doesnt have to be a part two it culd be a completely separate scenario but breaking up wth them had me in literal tears !!

Aww thank you :))

The slashers trying to get you back

Michael Myers

Michael searched for you for two years but eventually gave up and went back to his home

Coincidentally the place he left to look for you was the place where you were

You were staying with a friend just on the outer part of the town

You had tried dating but it never really worked out, you didn’t get the same sarcastic jokes as you did with Michael, they never held you the way that made you melt

So to drown out your loneliness you went out to the local bar, got blackout drunk, and started crying in the alley way

Michael found you and scooped you up his arms to take you back to the Myers residence

When you woke up you found your old room exactly how you left it, minus your personal items

It was also the only room that was clean

You tried to leave but Michael physically blocked you in his attempt of begging you to stay

So you promised to spend the day with him

You spent the day cleaning, teasing each other, having dinner together, watching horror films together and at the end of the night Michael held you as you both slow danced

You set some ground rules down that Michael would have to follow if he wanted to get back together

He wasn’t allowed to leave to kill for longer than a month, to not make you have to do all the chores and for him to communicate his feelings with you more often

Surprisingly Michael agreed to all the rules and even worked on himself to be better for you

You both became much more happy in your relationship and you were in the healthiest place you’ve ever been, well for a killer and his partner

Bo Sinclair

After you left, Bo was forced to look at Himself and found himself acting exactly like his parents

This scared him to death and with convincing from Lester, he agreed to go for a therapy session

It took a few sessions for him to open up but when he did he spilled everything, minus the murder and wax figures

After around a year of therapy his therapist recommended him getting some closure from your past relationship, so he had Lester convince you to stay in Ambrose for the weekend

When you came back Bo instantly felt past feelings of adoration and affection swell in his chest but he pushed it aside

You both sat together and talked, and Bo noticed how much healthier you looked

Your dark eye bags and been replaced with creases from your smile, your weight had returned to its normal size and you weren’t as pale as before, in fact you were glowing

The weekend was spent talking, laughing, Bo complimenting you whenever he could and you both reminiscing about the good times

You had decided to extend your stay and one thing led to another and your waking up in Bo’s bed with his arms wrapped around your waist

Both you and Bo go to a therapy session to ask his therapist if you both getting back together would be a good thing and when she gives the green light, your both officially together again

You don’t move in together immediately again and you decided to go long distance for a year while you finished your education

You moved in with him and seven years after that your married and your expecting a child

You grow old together and your always content with your lives

You passed away at 72 of heart troubles, Bo was devastated but he kept it together for the kids

He passed away a year afterwards in his sleep with a picture of you in his hand

Some people even say that at certain parts of the night they can see your ghosts slow dancing in your wedding outfits

Vincent Sinclair

Bo had noticed how destroyed Vincent was after you left and he hated to admit it but he hated it and a part of him missed you

So through mutual friends, Bo finds out where you live now and drives there before picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder and basically kidnapping you and taking you back to Ambrose

When you and Vincent are locked in a room together by Bo, your forced to talk to each other

He writes on a piece of paper that he was sorry for how he acted and how much he missed you, while you expressed that a sorry won’t fix everything

After the three hour mark you decided to open up about how much his jealousy hurt you, not only did he feel like he owned you, but he basically admitted that he didn’t trust you

He tells you that he does trust you and he admits that his jealousy comes from his deep rooted insecurities about his face and how jealous he always was that Bo got the good looking face while he was scarred for life

You held him as he began crying and reassured him that he was the most beautiful man you’d ever met

You spent the rest of the time talking like you used too and when it had officially been 12 hours Bo opened the doors and offered you a lift home

You kissed Vincent’s cheek and gave him your new number and suggested that he could work on himself and his jealousy and when he was ready, you would go on a date together

He works on himself and slowly begins to love himself for who he is

You both text and call for a few months and after a full two years of working on himself, Vincent finally felt ready to begin dating again

You both fell in love with each other all over again and Bo reminds you daily that it was all because of him

Thomas Hewitt

After you left, Thomas couldn’t stand being near his family

So he moved himself into one of the empty houses in the abandoned town

He felt miserable without you and would constantly fantasise about you being in his arms

He would cry while looking at a Polaroid of you playing dress up in a wedding dress from the abandoned wedding boutique

He always thought about marrying you and would treasure the image of his and your children

You were surprising thriving without Thomas’s family constantly criticising you, you did miss Thomas but you couldn’t go back to that family

One day you were driving through Texas on your way to your friends house which was a few miles away from the town, you assumed you would be fine considering the Hewitt residence was miles away from the town

You were wrong in fact because as you were taking a quick stop to go to the bathroom you saw Thomas looking at you through a window

When he comes out he writes and explains that he lives there now

You stopped for longer than expected and chatted to Thomas about how your life was going

He invited you into his home and you helped him clean up and he cooked you dinner

He explained his regret to you for his actions and how he felt guilty about not standing up for you

You told him that an apology wasn’t enough to heal what his family did to you

You both tell each other that you miss one another and you end up kissing

You had to leave to go to your friends but you offered to come visit on your way back

You both came up with a decision and decided to get back together on the condition that you wouldn’t have to interact with the Hewitt family, which you didn’t have to now that Thomas had moved out

You decided to move in together and you had a a “wedding” which was just the two of you in wedding outfits and saying vows to each other

You lived and had a relatively good life together and you both felt nothing but love and adoration for one another

Asa Emory

Without you, asa turned into a walking rage bomb

Even in his regular life and job as a professor, he became irrationally angry and blew up at his students

This got him a suspension for a month and Asa only saw one way to get rid of his rage, killing you

He planned to kidnap you, explain why he was going to kill you and kill you gently as possible so he could get rid of these negative feelings

But when he kidnapped you and saw your panicked, crying face he just couldn’t do it

He decided me to manipulate you back into loving him

He puts you in terrifying situations and comes to save you, fakes crying to you about how much he’s changed and how he missed you and he makes you develop Stockholm syndrome all over again

And while he does fake his interest in changing, he does actually change

He treats you less as a pet and more as a partner and even moves you into his home

He then proposes to you in an attempt to trap you in his spiderweb

When you say yes your relationship becomes very public and you have a large wedding

Now to the outside world you both seem like the perfect, American couple

This helps Asa get back into his bosses good graces and secures you in his life forever

Now all you need to do is have a son so he can pass down his traditions

Tiffany valentine

After you left, Tiffany was trapped in an unhappy, doll marriage with Chucky, a man who verbally degraded her into nothing

She spent her entire marriage fantasying about you and would pray to see you again

So when her soul is transferred into Jennifer tillys body and Chucky’s dead, she sees this as her second shot with you

She ‘bumps into you’ at the grocery store and you have a fan freak out because of how much you loved Jennifer Tilly

Tiffany doesn’t tell you who she really is into your dating again and when she does your enraged

You spend a few months apart but you eventually come around when Tiffany calls your crying about how much she missed you and that she could finally be with you now that Chucky was dead

You date again for a year before getting married to each other which breaks the papers as people never thought Jennifer tilly would be married

Let’s just hope a ginger haired prick doesn’t find out about your marriage or else Tiffany will become a widow

#bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #asa emory x reader #bo sinclair #michael myers #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #asa emory #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #slashers x reader #angst #slashers break up #slashers x reader angst #slashers x reader make up #break up #make up

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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a-aexotic · 1 year

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hi!! can you do something with jj and this is me trying it right where you left me? love your work 💌

ren's notes hey baby, tysm! this fic broke my heart ong LMGAO, i hope u enjoy!!! 💞

pairing. jj maybank x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. mention of concussion, death, breaking up, just general angst 😭

summary. you fell in love with jj as soon as you caught his gaze, what happens when tragedy strikes and breaks you apart?

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When you first locked eyes with JJ Maybank, you knew he was your soulmate.

You remember the day you met him to this day, like it was just yesterday. You remember it was late August and you moved to OBX after your father had retired. He always wanted to live on the coastline and it was his dream to live there with his family. You weren’t rich by any means, so you got a small house on the Cut.

You didn’t care about the size, as long as you were happy. You had just turned 15 and you had no friends in OBX. The late summer breeze was running through your air as you walked on the beach, no particular thoughts in your head. It was relaxing; all the stress from the past few months melted away under the strong Outer Banks sun.

You remember walking on the beach and then hearing a loud shout. You whipped your head at the noise and suddenly, you were on the floor with a headache. You were hit with a football and your head hurt. You were dizzy and all you could hear was ringing and then you felt someone shake you awake.

Your eyes opened and you locked eyes with a certain blonde whilst his friends was talking to you.

And that was how you met JJ Maybank, he had gave you a concussion. Little did neither of you know, it was the start of your love story.

He apologized profusely, offering to pay for your medical bill but you were fine. You’d gotten plenty of concussions before so it wasn’t anything new. After, JJ invited you on their boat as an apology and you accepted. That’s how you made your first friend in Outer Banks.

The Pogues soon became your second family. There was never a second where you weren’t with any of them; Pope, John B or JJ (and soon, Kie) were always by your side.

JJ was a different kind of family, though. Sure, John B was like an older brother and Pope gave good advice and Kie was your homework buddy, but JJ was different. He made you feel someway you had never felt before. He made you laugh until your stomach hurt and he comforted you when you cried over the stupidest things.

His touch was soft and his gaze was even softer and more admiring as he looked at you. Only a fool wouldn’t see that he loved you.

It was too much, too soon; he kissed you first and it only exceeded the more he spend time with you. Love at first sight only worked on screen and in books, it never worked in real life. Disaster soon struck.

JJ loved you so much, he felt like he couldn’t breathe when he wasn’t with you. You were the first girl to see him as more than just a hook-up or a Pogue. You saw him as a soulmate, and you too. Nights spent in your arms made him feel like heaven was right here, with you.

It was all pure ecstasy until your father had died. You became distant and you were overwhelmed with grief and it felt like there was no future without him. JJ couldn’t bare to leave you all alone but that was what you needed. After months of depression, your mother decided it was best to go back to your hometown. You had no choice but to leave JJ.

You and JJ tried to make it long distance work but it was hard and eventually, you had given up.

JJ was heartbroken but you were destroyed. The only thing keeping you alive was miles apart form you. It was a mutual breakup but you were the one to initiate it.

JJ couldn’t believe you’d pulled the plug on them and he was angry for months until he realized maybe it was for the best. All first loves weren’t built to last but JJ was optimistic about you two; he could see a future with you. A good one, too: a nice house, little kids and a happy atmosphere. For once he didn’t see himself turn out like a deadbeat, living alone in his father’s house while all the Pogues had moved on.

That was his future; he couldn’t run from it. Everyone had always seen how much better you were than him, you had a bright future and he was destined to stay in Outer Banks so of course it wouldn’t work.

Years passed and JJ stayed heartbroken. Sure, he could hook up and date but he was never committed. It was strictly physical.

You had moved on, JJ kept tabs on you on Instagram. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to JJ.

JJ was okay with staying in Outer Banks for the rest of his life as long as you are happy.

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rwprincess · 3 years

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Two Worlds Collided

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A/N: Oh, an anachronistic songfic from RWPrincess? But this time it’s about John Bender! :D Inspired by Never Tear Us Apart (originally by INXS in 1987, but I particularly like this Paloma Faith version)

Word Count: 2K

Synopsis: Bender met reader at the Breakfast Club and the two seemed like opposites, but they shared a common hidden sadness. Over the years, feelings and relationships change.

CW: Swearing, sexuality, Bender being a general asshole

Bender had met her the same way everyone in the Breakfast Club had, on the Saturday detention on March 24th. He had seen her in the hallways prior to that as he was always observant. He had seen everyone in the Breakfast Club before that day; but he hadn’t given her much thought. Now, he was paying attention to little else. He had no idea why he was drawn to her; they were both so different and he could never picture himself with a goody-two-shoes like that. But the way she had reacted to his more vulnerable, real moments, how she tried to make a connection with him...that stuck with him. He knew he should have learned from his disastrous blow-up with Claire that two people who were so different just wouldn’t work out. He repeated this to himself over and over, like a mantra, but it never changed how he actually felt.

After the breakup, the Breakfast Club had a split between those who chose Bender and those who chose Claire. Of course, Andrew sided with Claire unconditionally, but John considered that as no big loss. Allison tried to play the middle ground and Johnson had sided more with him, but he was surprised at the wholehearted backing he received from Y/N. He had assumed that she would either try to be neutral like Allison, or pick Claire. She had no reason to side with him, he had always come off as an aloof ass. But she had, and he was eternally grateful for that. He had originally decided to get together with Claire because the notion had a hot, forbidden quality to it. They spent time insulting each other and making out to make up for it. It was as passionate as it was destructive, so of course it couldn’t last. However, when he was alone and reflected to himself, he had been attracted to Y/N all along. She was hot, yes, but he had plenty of good-looking girls to choose from. He was more drawn to that kind, quiet inside she had displayed that day. How she had gone out of her way numerous times to reach out to him and had been genuinely nice to him. Most of the time, someone only did that to gain something for themselves. Whether it was to use him or to make themselves feel better, it depended on the person, but with Y/N that never felt like it was the case.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

He thought back to the first time he saw her on that Saturday, walking into the library and looking so out of place. He was already adjusting into his spot when she entered and she froze in front of all the tables like a deer-in-the-headlights, as if she had just materialized there and had no clue what she was doing. He remembered feeling both attracted to that doe-eyed look and scoffing internally at it. While she wasn’t part of the cliques that Andrew and Claire were, she had a very sheltered look to her and he was envious of that type of innocence. Her ignorance must have been bliss compared to the hell he lived each day at school and at home. She was just as out of place as the preppies or ultra-dweeb Johnson, but instead of being offended by that notion, she looked terrified. She meekly put her items on the front-row desk opposite to him and he thought about all the fun he could poke at everyone here, including her. However, the first blow did not land well. Bender loved making people uncomfortable, but he didn’t necessarily want to make them cry. He’d made some off-handed remark towards her. He had been circling her and eyeing her, employing the discomfort he liked inflicting, trying to ‘guess’ why she was in detention. “I bet you were caught fooling around with a teacher, right? Always the quiet ones that you’d least suspect…”

John Bender rarely regretted his words or actions. He knew he was an asshole and let unfiltered thoughts through so that he could be the center of attention. In doing so, he had to stand by all the shit he said, even when he crossed a line. This was one of the scattered occasions in which he felt remorse, though. She didn’t reply, not verbally, anyway, but she looked scared shitless and was rooted to the spot. Tears instantly sprang up in her eyes and she looked as if she were about to hurl right on his combat boots. He backed off after that. He didn’t apologize, because that’s not something John Bender could have on his reputation, but he didn’t target her. There was something so sincere about her reaction and he saw himself reflected in that expression. Not the tough-as-nails persona he projected, but his secret self who had seen too much too early in life and could barely stand another blow. He didn’t know what her deal was, but there was a heavy sadness behind those eyes that was far too real for him to tamper with.

When he had shown the group his souvenir for spilling paint in his garage, courtesy of his father, she must have seen that reflection back. No one in that group actually knew him. They all thought he was a lying sack of shit; what could he say? His reputation preceded him. But he caught her gaze as he backed away from the group, and the sadness in her recognized the sadness in him. He felt an odd sort of click, a mutual understanding, but he turned away from them all and trashed the library.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

That was months ago, and out of everyone he met that day, she was the one who truly stuck by him. He’d surprisingly connected with Johnson, sure. Everybody likes to get high and Bender was the supplier. And he and Allison had similar interests, but she wouldn’t give up Andrew and with that territory came Claire...there was just no going back to that. But Bender still had Y/N, and he could never understand it. The first time he had brought her into his friend circle, he tried to justify it as sticking to his word and ‘having the balls to stand up to his friends’ like he had told Claire to do. He also reasoned that it was some sort of social experiment. As much as he liked to portray himself as someone who couldn’t care less, Bender was entirely social. He craved attention and admiration for others and could read just about anyone like a book. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mess with Y/N after that first comment landed so wrongly. He felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling and decided to back off. However, it wasn’t just some ‘watch and see how she interacts’ set up; Bender genuinely wanted her there. He wanted to integrate her into his life.

She was still extremely quiet, mostly a speak-when-you’re-spoken-to type, but he started to peel back layers in her personality. He found that, despite that lurking sadness, there was an unending pool of optimism. She tried to see the best in situations and in people. She meshed incredibly well with his friends because she listened instead of judged. She would nod along like she knew exactly what they were talking about and how they felt. He started to develop an attachment to her. While he was still dating Claire, he told himself it was akin to having a pet. Y/N was like a goldfish that he could tell his problems to and know the secret would be kept. But after Claire, he realized that wasn’t the case...particularly when he sought Y/N’s comfort above all else. He divulged the entire last big fight he and Claire had to her, and she was just so...reassuring. After that day, he began to see her in a different light. He argued with himself over what his feelings and intentions actually were, but he couldn’t keep them at bay for long. She was good for Bender. He had never felt lighter.

Of course, Bender had not known stability in his life ever, and the risk of falling for Y/N and having it mean something and being accountable to one person overwhelmed him. He did what he knew best: he fought it and ran away from it. At first, he tried to avoid her, just distance himself. But he’d gravitate back; being without her was too heavy to bear. He wanted to try to actively push her away, to fuck up this relationship with his words, just like he did with everything else. But when he opened his mouth to try to lie, to say he didn’t need her or want her around or whatever, he would look into her eyes and it became impossible. He remembered the way he had shaken her to her core the first day they met, and he couldn’t allow himself to bring that sadness up again in her.

We could live for a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Eventually, he gave in. While he was able to control his words to not say anything harmful, he wasn’t able to contain them from slipping up and telling her, “Dammit, I love you!” It wasn’t in a context that could be taken as joking or being said flippantly; she knew immediately what he meant and that he meant those words, wholly.

She took his face in her hands and told him, “I love you, too.” There was no turning back, and as the years passed, they fell deeply in love. He'd dug up her secrets and fears, but she seemed to trust him enough to not use them against her in any way. They both dreaded the prospect of never getting out of Shermer and falling into the same circular trap their parents had. However, he reassured her that the moment they had the opportunity, they would bust out of there. He lucked out that Claire had never asked for her diamond earring back. It was probably one of many and she had forgotten she had even given it to him as a token. He decided to pawn it to top-off the savings he and Y/N had accrued. "You're too good for me, you're sure as hell too good for this place,'' he told her. The trade-in was enough to get them out of town and start anew, but only one of them could really ‘move up’ for now. While they argued back and forth about who should get to pursue which dream, Bender rationalized to her, “I was barely cut out for high school. I can’t really do college. And that’s okay. You’re the brains in this relationship, I’m the beauty.” He winked at her and with her laughter as response, that sealed the deal of who was going to school.

I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why

She searched the crowd, holding her diploma. Bender had supported her both financially and emotionally these last four years and now they had the degree to prove it. She felt pride in being able to take over from him and let him follow a new path. He had always been good with his hands, but despite his protests, he was good with his mind too. He was a sharp-thinker and she knew that he could make a career that he loved out of that. She’d be there to push and brace him as he had done for her. Finally, she spotted him. When their eyes connected, she felt that same crackle that she had the first day they had met, all those years ago. Before the friendship and the love, she knew there was a spark there, that they were two of a kind, even though they were so different.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

#john bender #john bender x reader #benderxreader #fem!reader #the breakfast club #breakfast club #reader-insert #80s fanfic

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kinncman · 4 years

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A LIST OF PLOTLESS TOWN RP-FRIENDLY CHARACTER IDEAS & CONNECTIONS INSPIRED BY MOVIES! (PART 1)

click here for part two.

i collected a couple of plot ideas from some of the movies i thought had interesting stories or characters that i hope can help you with your applications / character connections. please note that a lot of these are, by no means, the actual plots of the films and are only inspired by them. i’ve taken the liberty of making a couple of edits for them to be ‘plotless town rp-friendly’. also, i would’ve separated them by category (platonic, romantic, familial, etc.) but tbh a lot of these can be taken in any way so feel free to put your own spin on them, too, or even make combinations!

trigger warnings: nothing too specific, but there are light mentions of death, road accident, infidelity, illness, injury, drug addiction.

now, without further ado:

BAY OF ANGELS // muse a met muse b on a vacation several years ago, brought together because they were both from the same home country and realized that they were traveling to run away from something. muse a came to learn that this wasn’t muse b’s first rodeo, and where this was the first time that muse a had tried to run away from their problems, muse b had been running for most of their life. muse b initially wished to emulate the same free-spirited, high-risk-high-reward principles that muse a lived by. however, muse b started to display totally erratic behavior that prompted muse a to question whether they were making the right choices. eventually, they went home. jump to present day where they meet again in their home country— muse b has toned down somewhat due to a traumatic event (a hard lesson to learn for them) meanwhile, muse a’s life remains the same cycle of events they can’t seem to break free from.

CLEO FROM 5 TO 7 // muse a suspects they are sick but refuses to go to the doctor to have it checked. most of their days are plagued with this feeling of doom enshrouding them, causing them to have a general distaste for life. they meet muse b who has profoundly positive disposition towards life. their company helps muse a to come to terms with the fact that perhaps their illness is something they should deal with. with muse b’s help, muse a starts to find meaning in death.

HAPPY OLD YEAR // muse a left town / the country for college, leaving behind all their friends and family, cutting all ties in a heartbeat, only to come back several years later a completely changed person who subscribes to the idea of minimalism and wants to get rid of all the clutter in their life, material or otherwise. this brings them to reconnect with muse b (and a variety of other muses if the mun wishes) when they find their old belongings and return them in order to be ‘minimalist’ and get rid of all the garbage in their home, which means getting rid of memories, too. however, muse b, who has now moved on from muse a and is with someone else, isn’t too pleased with having muse a back in their life. muse a is desperate to find the closure that muse b isn’t giving them, primarily because muse b knows that muse a is after starting over on a clean slate only to clear their conscience and not to make amends.

YI-YI: A ONE AND A TWO // muse a and muse b were each other’s first and greatest loves but are currently married to other people. when they are reunited through a chance encounter, they decide that it’s better to have each other in their lives as friends than not at all. they realize they still do have feelings for each other but because of their spouses, know that they can never be anything else other than friends. thus begins a journey of trying to bring their old selves back into the light as new people.

MIKEY AND NICKY // muse a and muse b are best friends since childhood. muse a is neurotic, childish, and wildly impulsive, and often has to depend on muse b to get them out of trouble only to show very little gratitude for it, much to muse b’s chagrin. in fact, muse b often finds themself thrown under the bus in muse a’s favor, though it’s not entirely muse a’s fault: muse b is an enabler. however, muse b can’t quite seem to quit muse a (either because they love the feeling of being needed and there’s no one who needs them more than muse a or maybe they’ve been in love with muse a since childhood— or both) until a certain event causes muse b to question whether they are healthy for each other at all.

IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE // muse a and muse b are neighbors, both living with their significant others. both muse a and muse b often see each other in the hallways or share an elevator up to their apartment when they come home from work. maybe they even carpool sometimes. however, they spare very little in the way of words until one day, muse a breaks down while drunk and admits that they think their partner is cheating on them. in an attempt to comfort them, muse b reveals that they think the same thing of their own partner. desperate for answers, they conduct an investigation until they realize that their partners are cheating on them with each other. muse a and muse b become each other’s support system, as they try to coach each other through an impending breakup all the while realizing that they might be developing feelings for each other and must now choose between indulging their feelings or deny themselves the hypocrisy.

TAKE THIS WALTZ // muse a meets muse b on a trip out of town and they instantly connect. they share the same flight back home and even a cab ride from the airport. however, they soon realize that muse b is muse a’s new neighbor, which makes things plenty awkward considering how a) they’ve been borderline flirty the whole time and b) muse a is married to someone who they now consider to be far less interesting in comparison to muse b. regardless, once they’ve recognized a mutual attraction with each other, muse a demands for muse b to keep their distance, only to keep running into each other everywhere, much to muse a’s chagrin.

LAST LIFE IN THE UNIVERSE // muse a is witness to a terrible road accident involving a pedestrian. muse a takes the pedestrian and their sibling, muse b to the hospital where muse b’s sibling is declared dead on arrival. despite being total strangers, muse a stays with muse b through the entire process. eventually, muse a takes muse b home but muse a refuses to let muse b leave, claiming they don’t want to be left alone in the house that they previously shared with their now deceased sibling. having money troubles of their own and on the brink of an eviction, muse a ends up staying with muse b not just for the night but for the week until they get comfortable enough with each other that muse b invites muse a to officially live with them to help with their financial problems, but mostly because they don’t know how to handle their grief alone.

THE FALL // muse a is in an outpatient physical rehabilitation facility after suffering from a near-fatal injury when they meet muse b. the pair are polar opposites in terms of their attitudes towards recovery: where muse a is more hopeful, muse b only throws pity parties for themself considering that this injury might prevent them from fully getting back to doing what they love. despite this, the two form an unlikely bond where muse b is completely enthralled with muse a, who tells them stories about their travels and their career and all the amazing things they’ve done, without realizing until they’re in too deep that they are all fabricated versions of the truth and muse b falls for every single one of them. what started as little white lies becomes a source of anxiety for muse a when the lies just get bigger and bigger.

COLUMBUS // muse a is a young, aspiring [insert career here] but to pursue this passion, they must leave their hometown, which they have constantly been refusing to do despite the numerous opportunities having been presented to them on account of the fear that no one else is going to take care of their mother (who, in the movie, is a recovering drug addict but it can be for any reason or relative in this case). muse b’s father is a well-known [insert career that muse a wants here] and is in town to hold a lecture/exhibit/performance/etc etc depending on the career, but then he suffers from a stroke. muse b, despite being estranged from their father for having been scrutinized by the man for most of their life, is forced to come to town and take care of him being their closest living relative. they meet muse a by chance, only to learn shortly after that they are a huge fan of muse b’s parent’s work. having spent their whole life in this town, muse a becomes muse b’s tour guide of sorts, while inadvertently helping each other come to terms with their relationship with their parents and how they can be kinder to themselves.

SECRET SUNSHINE // after their spouse’s passing, muse a moves from the big city to their spouse’s much, much smaller hometown so they can raise their child there. they meet all of the important figures of their spouse’s childhood including muse b, a local shopkeeper and an old friend of their spouse’s, who, despite muse a’s reluctance, helps them adjust to small town life. the pair eventually closer to each other and muse a to their spouse as they find out more about who they were before they met.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU // (originally lgbtqia+ and written about older characters with grown children, but make of this plot what u will, tbh) muse a and muse b are best friends. both married, both with grown kids. muse a’s spouse died a long time ago so they’ve had plenty of time to help muse b take care of their spouse in the couple of months leading to that spouse’s death. in the process, the pair have grown intimate (with muse b’s spouse’s knowledge— in fact, they encouraged muse a to ‘take care’ of muse b in the event of their passing and wouldn’t trust anyone else to do so) but haven’t told their families yet in fear of what they might think of them given their age and how they’re basically uncles/aunts to each other’s children.

#rpc #rph #rp help #writing help #plot ideas #inspo #*

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simpingforsoftboys · 3 years

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

ft. Kuroken

G/N Reader

Read this first

Mini Series Here

Thanks so much for the request anon! I actually went back and forth with this- but I’m finally satisfied with how this turned out! Hope you enjoy!

Kenma hated these types of events. Blaring music, flashing lights, horny drunk people, crowded spaces. Yes, parties were the worst- but it wasn’t like he could tell Kuroo “no, I’m not going to attend your best friend’s 27th birthday party just because.” Which is why they’re in Osaka and not Tokyo at the moment. Kuroo had gone off to god knows where- claiming he was going to get some drinks for them- but that was 15 minutes ago and he still hadn’t returned. Shoyo was arriving late, so there was no one the dyed blonde felt comfortable with speaking too. Seeing no other option, he decided to seek Kuroo out on his own.

“Excuse me.” The short male muttered as he nudged people aside to get to the bar. No one seemed to mind, too caught up in their dancing- probably thanks to their alcohol induced haze. His skin crawled in disgust as he passed by some chick who was making out with Miya Atsumu- if Shoyo was right with his suspicions, Sakusa Kiyoomi would not be happy. He pushed that thought aside. Eventually he made it to the bar- successfully locating Kuroo. “I was waiting what’s-” He was shut up by his fiance’s hand over his mouth.

“Shh... look over there, across the counter- is that Y/n?” Kenma followed where Kuroo was pointing, they couldn’t see the persons face, but they had a similar figure and skin tone to your own. Suddenly the person turned- but they realized that it wasn’t you.

It had been two, nearly three years since your emotional breakup, and they still found themselves looking for you in every room they entered. Kenma hadn’t gotten over his love for you- he doubted he ever would, but it was just another thing he had learned to live with. Kuroo slowly began to realize how much of an impact you had on his daily life, things he had previously taken for granted like a homemade meal at the end of a long day, hot bath prepped and ready, folded clothes and cute little notes. Those things were gone now, so he and Kenma had to step up and do it- until eventually they just decided to hire someone to do it for them. It wasn’t the same- sure, the housekeeper did an amazing job, but the difference was palpable. It sounded dumb but they could just feel the lack of love- your absence had created a void in the large penthouse.

It had taken time, but Tetsuro realized that yeah, he did love you- not as much as Kenma- yet, it was a tangible love all the same. Which is why it hurt him that day- not only because you left them, but because you didn’t feel loved by him. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at you- that was his own doing. All you had done was leave him with happy memories.

Kenma found himself reverting back to his old habits. Their home was a lot lonelier without you. Kuroo often went on weeks- if not months long- business trips for the volleyball association, leaving Kenma home alone for lengthy periods of time. No longer did he have you to keep him company or monitor his sleeping or eating habits. Even his viewers had noticed his unhealthy lifestyle and urged him to take better care of himself, but it wasn’t the same. So, without anyone there to stop him, he would fall into ruin- because then, when he was exhausted or kept occupied by the newest trending game title- he wouldn’t be thinking about all that he was missing.

Neither of them had spoken- or even checked up on you since that day, those few years ago. You had blocked them on everything, made your accounts private, changed your phone number, and asked your mutual friends to not share anything about you with them. It hurt- because how can you so easily shut out the people you love- but after much thought and consideration, they realize you had to be hurting twice as bad as they did. Unlike them, you had the time to simmer in your pain, hurt, and longing, while they remained oblivious.

Ignorance was bliss.

The two of them left Bokuto’s party early that night, Kuroo said something about an emergency Skype meeting in the morning as an excuse. In actuality they found themselves driving to one of your favorite restaurants- they hadn’t stepped a foot inside the establishment since the last time they ate here with you. But- as it was for many things apparently- tonight seemed to be one all about stepping out of their comfort zones.

“What are you getting?” Kuroo tried to act casual, but Kenma had known him much too long to fall for his act.

“I think I’ll get (f/f).”

Kuroo nodded. “I think I will too.” Neither of them particularly liked (f/f), but it had been your go to order. Maybe by being here and eating the familiar dish, they could pretend that they were simply on a date as a triad- and you were running late- instead of dealing with the reality that they were a couple now and not a throuple.

Their food arrives and they dig in, eating slowly, eyes shutting occasionally, it seems like they’re merely savoring the flavor- when in reality they’re trying to picture you dining with them. No words are exchanged between the two- they’re together yes, but it’s somehow a lonely occasion all the same.

If you were here, the table would be filled with easy conversation- you were always so neutral when you spoke, teasing when you felt particularly daring (they realize now that this was such a rarity because you were hesitant about starting an altercation- which no one should have to be afraid of in any relationship). Kenma would let himself loosen up and exchange snarky words with Kuroo, who quipped back savagely, and you would watch them- laughter spilling from your lips. Too bad they didn’t try harder to include you in the conversation- not that they intentionally alienated you- just that they were enjoying themselves too much to bat an eye in your direction.

Yeah, it was better for you that you weren’t here. That was a fact they still had trouble stomaching.

They hear the restaurant’s door opening in the background, but don’t care enough to look who entered. It doesn’t matter to either of the two that it’s late at night and logically there shouldn’t be anyone else here but them. Their imagined scenario is much more appealing than real life.

“Put me down Tsutomu!” A male scolds from the lobby area, despite their best efforts, they’re unable to block the newcomers voices out.

Another male laughs in response. “Calm down Kenji, I got you!”

“Hahah! Why are you so red Kenji-” Someone else adds, this person’s voice is familiar. Kenma and Tetsuro freeze at the sound. It’s kind of weird how they recognize it- despite having slowly forgotten what it sounded like over the course of passing time. You know how each time you recall a memory it actually ends up altering it a little? That’s how it was with your voice. Eventually their recollection of it was changed to the point that they couldn’t quite remember how exactly your laughter sounded, or even how your pitch changed with various moods.

Their ears were filled with you- wonderful, gorgeous, breathtaking you- the one who cared too much and pushed aside prioritizing yourself until eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. The Y/n that they still, could never seem to love enough- even now. But it was dissimilar all the same, since you sounded so happy, so content- what was weird was that they didn’t even need to see your face to confirm it.

Neither of them dare to look in your direction, afraid that you’d disappear right before their eyes. It isn’t until they see your approaching figure in their peripheral that they glance over.

You’re positively glowing. It feels like you’re an entire galaxy- so far and out of reach- and they’re merely stargazers. They’re stuck on Earth, forever fated to watch and appreciate your splendor from an impossibly wide distance.

The purple-nearly black haired man that accompanies you pulls your chair out, gesturing to your seat with exaggerated motions. You laugh, sitting down in the most graceful manner possible and let him push your seat in. He places a kiss to your temple before going to pull out a chair for the other brown haired male- whose cheeks are still tinted red.

The three of you order appetizers and speak about many things- Kuroo can overhear ‘volleyball’ and ‘hospital’ mentioned somewhere in the mix. The two men- your apparent lovers- don’t even have to make an effort to include you in their conversation, it’s like second nature for them, just as it should have been for him and Kenma. They listen intently as you ramble on about whatever, the shorter brown haired one adding his two cents in occasionally, while the taller male questions or presses you for more details.

“Kuroo I’m not hungry anymore.” Kenma says, and only now does Tetsuro notice how upset his fiance is. Normally the half blonde is composed and neutral, but right now his face is scrunched up like he smelt something sour. The feeling is mutual. He isn’t happy with the situation either.

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?”

“No, let’s stay a little longer.”

So they stay, silently watching as you make lively conversation with your lovers. Observing as you polish off your plates and finish dessert, they’re still seated when the throuple pays the bill and walks out the exit. Eventually the elderly owner comes out and asks them if they want to order anything else- a polite way of letting them know that they’ve overstayed their welcome.

They tell her no, pay their own bill, and head back to their car. They sit there in the parking lot a little longer.

“Hey Kenma.” Kuroo murmurs, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Do you think we could have made it work?” It’s a question that they’ve never actually voiced out loud- not even once- in the years since the breakup.

“Why do you ask? You already know the answer.” Is what he receives in response. Kenma’s right, he did know.

“I... guess I needed to hear it.” He says lamely.

He turns the key and starts the ignition. They drive back to their hotel in silence.

They made their beds a long time ago. So it’s only right that they lie in it- even if the bedsheets are uncomfy and the blanket threatens to suffocate them.

Kenma regrets wondering about how you were doing now. At least before tonight he was able to take comfort in the fact that you still might be in love with them.

The old idiom was right. Curiosity killed the cat. And he certainly felt like he was dying.

A/N: Believe it or not the inspo behind this was the song Good Stuff by Griff. I really liked the whole idea of Kuroken x reader ending on semi good terms. The difference between how their emotions for the reader portrayed here vs IwaOi is an example of this. Unlike IwaOi, Kuroken is able to identify their emotions when given time and space, they’re not necessarily prideful and can acknowledge that despite being broken up with, they’re still the ones who were left with “the good stuff.”

They miss you sure, but they know it’s unfair to want you to come back to them when they’ll never be able to love you as they should. So they don’t even bother wishing or seeking you out. Of course, they do their best to maintain some semblance of a connection to you (like why they look for you in crowded rooms and eat your favorite food), but they’re fine with remaining curious. Of course no one can remain willfully ignorant forever though.

#answered.requests #haikyuu poly au #kuroo x reader x kenma #kuroken x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma x you #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #shirabu x y/n #shirabu x reader #shirabu kenjiro x reader #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #shiragoshi x reader #shirabu x reader x goshiki

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megsironthrone · 4 years

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Choose Your Story Part 4

Here’s Part 4! You voted and it was...a tie! So, I did my best to include both the self-defense class scenario AND the reader taking care of a drunken Sandor scenario! *As always, familiar characters are not mine*

Prologue, part 2, part 3

Warnings: Modern AU, mentions of alcohol, drinking, and drunkenness, a little fluffy-ish, a couple of swears, and a few POV changes.

Pairings/Characters: Eventual Sandor x reader, Renly, Tyrion

After that night, a sort of uneasy truce settled between you and The Arse, or Sandor as you finally learned his name was. You made an effort to be a little less annoying and he wasn't banging on your door every other day to tell you off about one thing or another. You greeted each other when you passed in the hallways and you were civil.

For example, one evening, you were headed out at the same time. "Hello, Sandor," you greeted to which he gave a little nod. He took in your outfit. "Bit underdressed for a night out, aren't you?" You snorted out a laugh. You hadn't really been "out" since your breakup. Well, except for once when Renly insisted you go out and get rip-roaring drunk.

"Nah. I've got a class tonight." Sandor nodded again and silence descended. "Well, I gotta go. See you around." You scurried away from him so you weren't late. It was your first night in your new self-defense class. After what happened with your ex and Sandor's comments about learning how to throw a proper punch, you decided to sign up for one. Your jaw dropped when your instructors walked in.

Sandor's POV

Sandor's eyes scanned the room and nearly bugged out of his skull when he saw you were in his class. Part of the reason he agreed to teach it was to get some space between the two of you. It helped keep the fighting to a minimum. Still, you were here and had paid the fee. Now it was time to see what you, and everyone else in the class, could do.

Sandor found his eyes inexplicably traveling to you every so often. You weren't the best in the class by any means, but you weren't the worst either. In fact, Sandor was impressed by the amount of stamina you had and the expression of fierce determination on your face was something he had a difficult time letting go of. It awakened a feeling in Sandor that he hadn't felt in a very long time and his thoughts began to wander.

When had he started seeing you as attractive? Was it during the many arguments when you were screaming at each other? Or was it when you punched your ex, breaking their nose, when you had walked in on them cheating on you? Or was it just the other day when you had randomly decided to set up your easel next to the building and paint? Sandor remembered the line of paint you'd accidentally spread across your cheek. He didn't know what had started it, but he did know that he didn't like it. He felt vulnerable.

As class continued, Sandor couldn't keep his mind clear. He managed to make it through to the end, but he knew if you were going to keep taking the class, he was going to need something a lot stronger than the feelings he was developing to cope. Part of him hoped he would be fortunate enough and you would drop the class.

Of course, he wasn't lucky. Luck and Sandor Clegane did not go hand-in-hand. You stayed in the class for the entire twelve weeks. Three whole months of seeing you three nights a week as well as at home. During those three months, Sandor's feelings grew. He found himself staring at you more often than not. And when he wasn't staring, he was hoping you wouldn't get hurt in class. Or he was thinking about how attractive you'd looked that morning in your paint-covered smock.

Sandor didn't know how to deal with these feelings of his, especially as he had no hope for any kind of future with you. Sure, you didn't seem to hate him now; you had gotten passed that. But after being told most of his life that he would never be loved, Sandor knew he could never have you. After all, who could love a ruined face like his?

So Sandor turned to the only thing he knew could help. The bottle and even that would only help for a little while. He tried his best not to get drunk. If the little brat needed him, he had to be ready. But he wanted to forget you if only for a little while. If only he had known what was going on in the head of the person in the apartment next to his.

Normal POV

You let out a sigh as you peeled the label off the bottle in your hands. You, Renly, and your mutual friend Tyrion were seated in your apartment, looking at your newest painting. "It's good, Y/N, really. I would put this in the gallery if you'd let me." You shook your head vehemently. "Absolutely not. He cannot know about this." Renly sighed as he glanced back at the finished work.

"You got it bad." Your brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?" Renly gestured to the painting. "It's obvious you're in love with the guy. Or at least getting there. It's quite a change from the first ones you painted of him." You rolled your eyes. "I am not in love with Sandor." Renly's face lit up. "Oh, so it's 'Sandor' now, is it? A few months ago, he was 'The Arse'. Admit it, Y/N, you really like this guy…or is it like I said the first time I saw him and you just want to sleep with him."

"Oh Y/N definitely wants to sleep with him." You glared at your other friend. "Et tu, Tyrion? I don't want to sleep with him and I don't love him. He's just…an interesting subject to paint is all," you defended weakly as you got up. You opened the fridge and glanced on the counter. "Damn. No booze." Renly and Tyrion were by your side in an instant. "If you need some liquid courage, you've come to the right place. I know a quaint little bar just around the corner." You didn't get a chance to protest before they dragged your from your apartment, allowing you barely enough time to snatch up your keys and wallet.

You were grateful that the bar wasn't super crowded. You didn't think you could handle a lot of people in addition to Renly and Tyrion. What you didn't expect to see was Sandor at the bar. His eyes widened a fraction. If you hadn't been looking directly at him, you would have missed it. Then, he turned away from you and back to his drink. Realizing he wasn't interested in company that night, you turned your attention back to your friends.

It wasn't but an hour or so later that you noticed Sandor get up. He swayed a bit too much for your liking. You didn't want him to hit his head or anything, so you decided to help him out. "Can you guys get a cab? Sandor needs a little help. I know our place is in walking distance, but I'd rather him not go alone." Renly and Tyrion, already showing the signs of drunkenness, waved you off.

Sandor had taken two steps before you were by his side. After assuring the bartender that you'd see the giant of a man home, you gently took Sandor's arm and lead him from the bar. While Sandor seemed mostly steady on his feet, you didn't want him to fall on the sidewalk and crack his head open.

You hadn't even closed the door of the bar behind you when Sandor started talking. He was so quiet most of the time, you didn't think he could speak this much in one sitting, but he talked the entire way back to the apartment building, all the way up the stairs and to his door.

"Where are your keys?" you asked as he leaned against the wall. He patted his pockets. "Must have left 'em with Brienne. She didn't want me taking the bike." You forced yourself not to let out a groan. You did NOT want to go all the way back to the bar just for his keys. That left two options: Leave him in the hallway and risk him falling down the stairs, or let him into your apartment.

"Come on," you guided gently. Once inside, you lead Sandor to your room. There was no way he would fit on the couch. Sandor was still babbling a little bit and you laughed as he flopped down on your mattress. "What has gotten into you?" you asked him.

"Y/N," his muffled voiced answered, "Y/N is just so damned attractive. I think -*hic*-I think I love-*hic*-Y/N." You blinked in surprise. Clearly he didn't realize he was talking to you. He loved you? Since when? "Y-You do?" He nodded into the pillow. "Don't say anything-*hic*-or I'll run you-*hic*-over with my-*hic*-bike. Y/N can't know." You opened your mouth to say something, anything, more, but soft snores filled your ears. Smiling to yourself, you left the drunken man to his dreams.

You leaned against the now closed door as your heart raced a mile a minute. Sandor loved you. Or thought he did anyway. You didn't understand it. How had that even become a thing? Then you thought on it. Maybe it was like you. Slowly When you met him, you hated him. Your art reflected that. Deep angry strokes of dark paints covered canvases. And now that you didn't hate him, your paintings were lighter, brighter, and happier.

You lied on the couch and closed your eyes, your mind thinking about the sleeping man who had inadvertently become your muse. Was Renly right and you loved him? You didn't even think it was possible to fall in love with someone and not know it. But maybe it was. Maybe you were falling in love with Sandor and your art was trying to tell you that. All it took was a drunk confession from him to make you really think about it. Now you just had to decide whether or not you were going to confront him.

(a/n: How’d i do combining the scenarios? I finished this at 6 this morning so hopefully it makes sense. I hope you enjoyed this part! Voting for part 5 will be up tomorrow!)

Choose Your Story Tags: @fallatyourfeet @songoficecreamandfireworks @emmice9 @silversprings98 @thatcutewerewolf (Tags for this are still open!)

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kriscme · 4 years

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One Life To Live

Hi Readers, here’s the latest chapter. Thanks to Ronja for allowing me to write fanfic of her Hunger Games fanfic “The Chance You Didn’t Take” which you can read on AO3 and FanFiction. Chapter 27 The gates of Victor’s Village looms closer with every step. I wish I could grab Marcus by the hand and run back into the woods. To live in the concrete house by the lake, just the two of us, and live on wild greens, berries and katniss roots. To make love long into the night, and then bring out our sleeping mats as we did last night, to lie beneath clear skies to watch for shooting stars. Marcus would point out the constellations – big bear, little bear, lynx – and I’d say they look nothing like them, and then we’d take our sleeping mats back into the concrete house to sleep in each other’s arms until the morning light. And we’d live it over, and over again, so I’d never have to face what lies beyond those gates. It’s not long to the wedding and I dread the thought of it, but I have to go. If I don’t, there’ll be talk. Flavius keeps me abreast of all the gossip. The relationship between Peeta and Lace isn’t popular, and this wedding is seen by many as the ultimate betrayal, so invested were people in our romance. I don’t know if Peeta is aware of it; he seems to live in a fantasy world sometimes. But Lace surely would. To protect him, I have to appear as if I’m fine with it. And that means fronting up to the wedding, all smiles and best wishes for the happy couple. But I’m far from confident that I can pull it off. And there’s after. Living across the road from them. Knowing that Lace occupies his bed every night. His happiness, her smugness. The pain of interacting with him. What are we now, anyway? Not friends anymore, not really. Acquaintances? Fellow veterans? And they intend having children too. Five of them. It will likely be straight off, if Peeta has his way. And when they’re old enough they’ll go to school. The school I work at. And be in my classroom. I’ll never be free of them, even if I do move out of the Village. Not only would I need to change houses. I would need to change jobs. Maybe even change Districts. As we pass through the gates, I can’t help but drag my feet. Marcus turns his head to peer questioningly at my face. I pick up my pace to catch up with him. We’re nearly at my house. “I’m just tired,” I tell him. “And hungry.” “You’re a woman of immense appetites, Katniss Everdeen,” he says, pulling me towards him to give me a quick, hard kiss. “And whose fault is that?” I retort. “If you weren’t so good at cooking and – “ “Fucking?” asks a disembodied voice. A female shape emerges from the shadows of my porch. It’s Johanna. She appears to have been waiting for us. “You’re late,” she accuses. “You said you’d be back around mid-afternoon.” I scowl at her. I know what I said, but I don’t like her tone. I’m not obliged to be back at a certain time to please her. Besides, what’s she even doing here? It’s not like I invited her over and wasn’t here when she arrived. “We came back a different way. It took longer,” I say curtly. That’s all the explanation I want to give, but Marcus, perhaps to diffuse the tension, steps in to give Johanna a brief welcoming hug. “Katniss had something to show me. Would you believe an oak with a circumference of over 23 feet? At least three hundred years old.” “That’s nothing,” says Johanna dismissively. “In 7 we have trees much bigger and older than that.” “Is there anything we can help you with?” I break in. I’m not in the mood for a contest over which district has the biggest trees. All I want is to offload this heavy pack, have a bite to eat and then go to bed. “I need to speak with you. That’s if you can spare the time,” she replies, her voice edged with sarcasm. What is her problem? She hasn’t been this hostile towards me since the Quell. I turn to Marcus in exasperation. He takes the hint and moves towards the door. “Why don’t I see what I can scrounge up for supper? Will you be joining us, Jo?” I can see the struggle in her face. This is food and Johanna will rarely pass on an invitation. “No thanks,” she says, and I can see it’s hurting. “I shouldn’t stay away for too long.” After Marcus closes the door behind him, I hoist my pack from my shoulders and drop it to the floor. My feet are tired and I sit down on the top step, motioning for Johanna to do the same but she remains standing, arms crossed in front of her. Before I can even open my mouth, she lets me have it. “Are you with Marcus now?” she demands. “None of –,” I begin, but then think better of it. I don’t want to add fuel to whatever fire is bugging Johanna. I start again. “I don’t know. Maybe.” And that’s the truth. I’m not so naïve to believe that a weekend of sex makes us boyfriend and girlfriend. Nothing’s been said about feelings, or our future. “But you’re fucking him?” Johanna persists. It’s more a statement than a question. “We’ve had sex, if that’s any of your business,” I say stiffly. “Of course, it’s my business. It became my business when you involved me in this whole sorry saga with Peeta.” My irritation with her rises another notch. It was her idea to get involved, not mine. “Not that you shouldn’t fuck him,” she continues. “Peeta’s had his fun, so why can’t you? Heck, I’d even say fuck the entire district; you don’t owe him anything. But it doesn’t help, you know. Not when I’ve been working my arse off to get the two of you back together. But today I really could have used your help. With Peeta having flashbacks every five minutes and Haymitch next to useless. Aurelius says it’s the stress but – “ “Wait! Slow down. I can’t make head or tail of what you’re on about.” I shake my head in confusion. “What stress? And why isn’t Lace taking care of him? It should be her responsibility, not yours. I don’t –” “They broke up.” It takes a few seconds to sink in. And when it does, all I can do is stare at Johanna thunderstruck. “But why?” I eventually get out. “Is it because she lied?” Johanna shrugs. “I asked him that. He said they both lied.” She comes to sit down beside me on the porch step, having calmed down a little. “When he came home last night, he didn’t seem too bad, just really flat, like he had nothing left. But this morning, he started having those flashbacks he gets where he has to clutch the back of a chair or something. I went to Haymitch for help but he chose last night, of all nights, to go on a bender. I couldn’t get one sensible word out of him.” “Sometimes a jug of cold water thrown over him helps,” I say absently, still stunned over the news of Peeta and Lace’s breakup. Despite myself, a kernel of hope takes root in my heart. Could the breakup have been over me, even just a little bit? But then just as quickly, I squash it down flat, stomp it back down into the earth, and bury it deep. Fool! When will you learn? My gaze settles on his house across the street, only a very short distance away, and I wish I could be there with him. I feel bad that I wasn’t, but I know I wouldn’t have been wanted even if I had. He has enough to deal with without adding his current awkwardness with me to the mix. How can you feel right accepting comfort for heartbreak, when the very person who’s doing the comforting is heartbroken over you? I’m very grateful that Johanna is taking care of him, but I can’t help feeling jealous too. She gets to be the one to protect him, when it used to be me. Johanna’s voice snaps me back to attention. “So, I got on the phone to Aurelius and told him what happened. He said emotional stress exacerbates his condition and to increase his meds. Which I did, but he still kept on having them. A couple of hours ago I slipped some sleep syrup into his tea, so he could get some rest, and he’s now sleeping it off. I don’t want to be gone too long on the chance he wakes up. Although I did give him a big dose.” If it was the same as I gave him in our first Games, he’ll be out until at least noon tomorrow. “How did you get him to drink it? He would have noticed the sweetness. He doesn’t take sugar in his tea.” “I think he wanted to be knocked out,” says Johanna. “He was exhausted.” “Do you know who broke it off?” I ask. It seems to me that it must have been Lace since he’s taken it so hard. “No. I couldn’t get him to talk much.” She lets out a breath and shakes her head. “What a mess! The reception will have to be cancelled, though I doubt he’ll get his money back at such short notice. And what he’s spent on clothes for himself and the wedding party.” That’s news to me. Surely Peeta wasn’t paying to outfit the entire wedding party. Who was to be in it, anyway? And then it dawns on me. Of course, friends and family of Lace. “At least there’s one blessing, Lace’s relatives are still in 8 so he hadn’t yet paid for hotel rooms for them all. He’d booked the best rooms for them too.” Johanna rolls her eyes at this. I narrow mine. That bitch! And after I had warned her not to encourage Peeta’s extravagant spending on this wedding. “Do you think he’ll be alright?” I ask. “He’s already gone through so much.” “Yeah, I think so,” she answers. “He’s had a lucky escape if you ask me, although it might take a while for him to see it that way. That relationship always seemed off to me – like they were trying too hard. I would have given it a year if they’d married. Eighteen months, tops.” “Maybe,” I say uncommittedly. I don’t know if I agree. What I do know is that Peeta would have given it everything he had to make it work. And if a mutual love of swimming pools and dining out at restaurants is a good foundation for a marriage, then they had it. They both wanted kids too and that’s something I can’t promise him. Peeta would be a wonderful father. If anyone is to be a parent, anyone can see it should be Peeta. “So, is it serious between you and Marcus? Because you might have a shot with Peeta now,” says Johanna. “No!” I burst out, and Johanna’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the ferocity of my response. “I don’t have any chance with Peeta, none at all, so you can give that game up right now. He knows how I feel about him. He guessed from something Haymitch told him and he’s been avoiding me since. And I’m tired, Jo. Tired of getting my hopes up and then having them dashed. I’ve spent the past year trying to remind him what we were to each other, and failed. But the simple truth is that, if he loved me, he wouldn’t have got with Lace in the first place. I’m not . . . I just don’t want to go there anymore. I’ve had enough. ” “Wow! That was extreme,” Johanna says, shooting me an incredulous look. “I thought the mission was to help Peeta find himself. Which would also include regaining his attraction to you. I assume then that you’ve given up?” “Not given up. Faced reality.” I say.

“Humph!” snorts Johanna, unconvinced. “Well, it’s your call but before I let it go for good, I want to tell you a theory I’ve been working on. Just don’t say anything until I’ve finished.” “Alright, go ahead,” I say wearily, scrubbing at my forehead. Johanna will do what she wants to anyway. “Well,” she starts, with the air of someone telling a story to a small child, “it involves this man – let’s call him Peeta – who had his mind shattered into a million pieces by an evil troll – we’ll call him Snow – and when his mind was put back together again, some of the pieces were in the wrong place. And his love for his teenage crush – Katniss, we’ll call her – had gone AWOL and had been replaced with a conviction that she had never loved him, and never could. And then along comes this other woman – known as Lace, although it’s not her real name – and even though she’s a giggling idiot, she knows how to pander to his ego - which is in the toilet, by the way - with lavish displays of admiration and affection. “But then one day, he wakes up, and realizes that what he loved about Lace, was really his own needs reflected back at him. And also that she was a lying deceitful bitch. At the same time, he’s come to realise that it’s Katniss he really loves, but he thinks that not only has he ruined any chance he might have had with her by being with Lace, she’s now with another man, who not only likes the things she likes, but has two legs, no burn scars and isn’t a mental mess. So, to be fair to Lace, he breaks it off with her, and to be fair to Katniss, he leaves her alone to live her life. But then, the whole situation becomes too much for him and it brings on flashbacks, one after another, in rapid succession. It’s fortunate that a loyal, resourceful, amazingly intelligent friend is there to give aid. She then tries to talk sense into Katniss, which, as usual, is a waste of time. But she tries anyway, hopeful that one day, something might get through to that brainless head of hers.” “That last part was completely unnecessary,” I say. There’s no gain in rising to Johanna’s barbs, any more than there is to Max’s teasing. They really are alike. Maybe that’s why they fight. As for her theory, it does have some plausibility, but it’s still mostly wild speculation. “Is there something you know that I don’t?” I ask. “Or did you make that up?” Johanna shrugs. “I made it up. But you have to admit it makes sense.” I roll my eyes at her. “For you, maybe.” We sit in silence for a few moments until Johanna slaps her thighs and gets to her feet. “I should get going now, just in case. I don’t want him waking up to an empty house. Oh, and Katniss, if you’re going to fuck Marcus, you should do something about birth control. Sex has consequences, you know.” “Yes, I do know that. My mother is a healer, if you recall. I know how to take care of myself.” What I don’t tell her is that in 13, all female military recruits were given five-year contraceptive implants before they were sent into action. Johanna wouldn’t know this because she failed the final test having succumbed to her phobia of water, a consequence of her torture in the Capitol. Something I’m sure Johanna wouldn’t like to be reminded of. Before she leaves, she says, “I’ll keep you posted, and I think you should visit once things settle down a bit. He needs to know he’s not alone.” I nod because it’s easier than arguing. I’m pretty sure that Peeta won’t want to see me. It might even bring on another flashback. I watch Johanna walk over to Peeta’s house and close the door behind her. And then I open the door of my own house to where Marcus is waiting. He’s set out a platter of cheeses, pickles, carrot sticks, crackers and fruit. And some kind of spread that he made from a can of chickpeas he found in the pantry. There’s also a plate of Peeta’s cookies and a pot of tea. “Peeta again?” asks Marcus. He pours out two mugs of tea and sets one in front of me. “How did you guess?” I hope we weren’t speaking so loudly that it could heard from inside the house. The dining table is not far from a window. My face reddens at the thought, especially since there was talk about Marcus and fucking. “Because whenever you and Johanna have one of your private talks out there on the porch, it’s about him. I hope everything’s alright.” He makes a plate of food for himself while he’s speaking, his expression unreadable. I get the impression that he’s well and truly over Peeta Mellark. I come straight out with it. Word is going to get out anyway. “Peeta and Lace have split up. The wedding’s off. Peeta is . . .” I pause here. I don’t want to give too much of Peeta’s mental state away. People, Marcus included, already think he’s unstable. “Peeta’s very upset about it,” I end up saying. His hands still for a moment, poised as he cuts a slice of cheese to add to his plate. “That’s . . . unfortunate. I suppose it had something to do with the incident at the pub last week?” “I’m not sure. Probably.” I don’t really know, but Johanna said something about both of them lying, so I think it’s safe to assume. “Johanna wasn’t very clear about it.” I take a cracker from the platter and nibble on it. My appetite seems to have dried up for some inexplicable reason. Something is wrong, and I don’t know what it is. The air almost crackles with it. “How do you feel about it?” he asks, eyes intent on mine. I don’t answer immediately, unsure of the motive behind his question. Is he asking my opinion on the break-up – whether I think it was good thing, or a bad thing? Or is he asking how it’s affected me emotionally? I decide the first option is the safer of the two.

“It’s sad. They seemed very compatible. But I guess if you don’t have trust in a marriage, then it’s unlikely to work in the long run, so perhaps it’s for the best.” I shrug my shoulders slightly to simulate indifference and sip my tea. “It’s hard for me to comment exactly, without knowing the details,” I add. “The devil’s in the details,” he says, almost distractedly. “But you’re right about trust. No relationship can be successful without it.” And then he returns to his food, and nothing more is said about it. But something’s not quite right. The only thing I can attribute it to is the news of Peeta and Lace’s cancelled wedding. Perhaps he thinks our relationship is at risk now, when nothing could be further from the truth. There’s no chance that Peeta and I will get back together. Lace out of the picture won’t change that. Later that night, after a quick shower, I pull from my closet a filmy negligee the colour of apricots. It was part of the wardrobe Cinna designed for my wedding to Peeta. I never got the chance to wear it, nor the matching nightgown, so light that it’s almost transparent. I trail the gauzy fabric through my fingers, noting how fragile it is. It would be so easy to rip from neckline to hem, that it makes me wonder if that’s its intended purpose. My mind can’t help but imagine how Peeta would have reacted to seeing me in it. Or how he would react if I showed up at his house right now, with only this sheer, flimsy garment to cover my naked body. Probably it would send him into a flashback that he’d never come back from. I take a critical look at myself in the full-length mirror. The soft orange complements my olive skin and my hair, freed from its braid, ripples down my back in silky waves. My body is slender and small breasted, but still feminine, the waist curved and the hips rounded. My nipples stand out in hard peaks against the gossamer thin fabric and the dark triangle of my pubic hair is clearly visible. I turn my back to peer over my shoulder. My best asset, my “derriere”, as Effie would call it, is high and round. The burn scars, most prevalent on my back, are barely noticeable now, thanks to the skin treatments, except for a few spots where the skin looks slightly melted. Not too bad, Everdeen. Not too bad at all. My feet are silent on the carpeted floor to the guest room. I rap lightly on the door and he tells me to come in. He’s toweling himself dry but he stops the instant he lays eyes on me. And when the towel drops to the floor, forgotten, I see that I’ve achieved the exact response I was hoping for. The love-making this night is wild and uninhibited. It dawns on me that Marcus had been holding back, perhaps in deference to my virgin status, but now that’s abandoned. My theory about the nightgown proves correct. Marcus rips it right down the middle and then slips it off my shoulders in one movement, taking the robe with it. I didn’t know that humans could make love like animals, with the male thrusting from behind. I’d always assumed it was face to face like the illustration in the tattered text book we were provided with in the meagre sex education classes at school. But I love it, so animalistic and exciting, the way he pounds into me, his hands holding my hips firmly in place. The way I can’t help but arch my back to welcome him in with every thrust. But after our passion is spent, my thoughts return again to Peeta. How he’s feeling, how helpless I am to help. I try hard to recreate the magic of the concrete house by the lake, where I could lie in Marcus’s arms, warm and snug and drift into a dreamless sleep. Because I know instinctively, that the nightmares will return tonight, as bad as ever. If only Peeta had never come back to 12. He would have got the treatment he still desperately needed if he had stayed in the Capitol. He wouldn’t have met Lace, and she him. And as for me, I was resigned to the fact that I had lost him and I know now that I would have recovered from my depression eventually. His return simply sparked a false hope that I’ve been battling ever since. So here I lie, in the arms of a man who is as close to perfect as you can get, and my head is full of Peeta Mellark.

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dirtydobrik · 5 years

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last kiss - d.d.

plot: you and david are dating and you get a job in australia and have to leave for six months. you and david both don’t want to break up but the distance eventually becomes too much and you have to end things

requested: yes! omggg can u pls do an imagine based on the song last kiss by taylor swift and it’s just really angsty? i always imagine if David was to ever break up with someone again it would really destroy him bc of how hard his break up with Liza was, and he would be like crying holding you begging you to stay and work things out even though you both know it can’t work out for the time being, idk maybe y/n is moving countries and living really far like in Australia for work for six months or something

author’s note: hi! this piece is all over the place, im sorry. i didn’t have time to edit this, so sorry in advance if there are typos. this was requested anonymously so hopefully it was something similar to what you wanted.

if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message! i am super behind on requests right now but i have a few pieces in progress that i am working on. i am hopefully back to posting daily as i am trying to get caught up.

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"You're unbelievable. Absolutely fucking unbelievable!" David shouted, slamming the white ceramic plate he was holding against the counter top. But you didn't even flinch.

"I'm allowed to make my own decisions!" You shouted back. You could tell David was on the verge of tears.

"You can't just accept a job in Australia without even talking to me about it! We live together for God's sake. I should have had a say in this decision!" David was angry. He was angry that you kept it a secret for so long and he was angry that you were leaving.

"It's not your decision to make! My life doesn’t revolve around you!" You yelled, instantly regretting the harsh words you just said to your boyfriend. David felt his heart shatter with those words. "David, I didn't mean that," you spoke softly, but there was an emptiness in David's eyes and you knew he didn't want to hear your apologies.

“Your life shouldn't have to revolve around me for you to talk to me about a new job before agreeing to it."

"David, I'll only be gone for six months," you argued.

"I can't leave the fucking country!" David shouted, tears spilling out of his eyes now. The moonlight crept in through the kitchen window, illuminating his glossy red eyes.

"Dave," you sighed, your heart aching. "I'm sorry. I know I should've talked to you about this before I took the job. But I thought you'd be happy for me. I thought everything would be okay between us," you rambled, but David didn't want to fight anymore, so he just stopped talking. And he stopped listening to whatever bullshit you were saying to try to save yourself. But it was too late. David was done.

He grabbed a duffle bag from his closet and started throwing random items of clothes into it. He didn’t care what he had, he just needed to get out of the house. Grabbing his keys, David ignored the begging and pleading from you to stay and talk it out. He sprinted out to the garage, tossed his bag in the backseat, and broke down in tears in the driver's seat. David didn’t know where to go, knowing that anywhere he went, he would be easily found by you. You two had spent the last two years together, there was practically nothing you didn't know about him. David threw his cellphone onto the passenger seat, and started the car. He didn’t know where he was going, he just needed to get away.

David drove around aimlessly, just trying to clear his mind. He didn't know where to go or who to talk to. Everyone knew the two of you as this perfect couple and he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you made a life changing decision without even considering him or their relationship.

And it wasn't like you had taken a job in Chicago or New York or Boston or any other US city. Of course, he'd be mad if you had done that, but at least he'd be able to visit you. He couldn’t just book a flight to Australia and that's what hurt the most.

The sun was rising when David drove home. You were waiting up for him, desperately needing to talk. Sitting on the couch in one of his clickbait hoodie, you heard the front door swing open and immediately stood up to see David. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was a mess. He looked tired and emotionless.

"Can we talk? Please?" you begged when he walked through the door. David sighed, but agreed, walking over to the couch and sitting next to you. "David, I'm so sorry. But it's only temporary. I'll be home before you know it and everything will be okay."

"We can't just put our relationship on hold for six months! And God, you know better than anyone that long distance relationships don't work out!" You froze. You couldn’t believe he was bringing up your past. "I mean, didn’t you say your move out to LA only temporary? You've been here for three fucking years. What's stopping you from moving to Australia forever?"

"You are!" you shouted.

"Oh, really? Is that the same thing your told your ex-boyfriend in New York before you moved out here? Look how that turned out," David scoffed and you felt sick to your stomach.

"Dave, what you and I have is nothing like what my ex and I had. I promise that I'll be coming back to you." You looked at David, your eyes soft. "Six months, tops," you promised, and David sighed.

"I don't want you to leave."

"I know, bub. But I need to take this, it's huge for career." David understood that, he just didn't think you'd ever have to leave him for work. As much as it hurt him, he wasn't ready to let go of you.

A few weeks later, all of your bags were packed and loaded into the trunk of David's Tesla. You had said your goodbyes to your friends last night, all of them promising to come out and visit you at some point, which only made David's heart ache more. He was trying to keep it together, but he knew that you two wouldn’t last, not with you being so far away and with him not being able to ever visit you.

The drive to the airport was filled with awkward silence and tension, both of you knowing what was coming but neither of you wanting to be the first to say it.

"Do you really have to go?" David asked, as you stood on the sidewalk outside the terminal. His eyes were watering and you quickly turned your head so he wouldn’t see your red eyes.

You swallowed and gave him a nod, knowing you wouldn’t be able to talk without breaking down.

"Please stay," he begged, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face. Watching him cry made you cry. "I don't want to lose you."

"You aren’t losing me, Dave," you tried to reassure him, although neither of you were believing it. "Six months, tops. Remember?"

David choked out a sob and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his and rested your head on his chest. He begged you to stay and repeatedly said that things between you two would be okay. You weren't sure if he was trying to convince you or him, it was probably the both of you.

You gave him one last kiss before taking your bags and walking away.

Trying to do long distance lasted about three weeks before it was too hard. You two were putting too much pressure on your relationship and trying to maintain it that it was unhealthy for the both of you. It was your idea to officially end things. You called him up in the middle of the night, although it was the middle of the day for David, and said you should break up. You told him that you still loved him and that you always would, but that it was too hard. You told him that you'd thought about it a lot and that it was too hard and too draining.

David's heart shattered with that phone call. He should have been expecting it, but he didn’t think it would come so quickly.

Breakups were hard, and David wasn't handling it well. He had now lost another person he loved and absolutely destroyed him. He couldn’t believe you had really left and he was questioning every part of your relationship. He couldn’t understand why you'd leave if you loved him. He had pictured himself marrying you and now you were gone.

It crushed him to see the pictures you posted from Australia and to see your friends visiting and raving to him when they came back. He couldn’t even bring himself to talk to you himself, he'd have mutual friends tell him about you, just to let him know that you were okay.

He wondered if you missed him as much as he missed you. It hurt David like hell to know that you were able to leave him with a broken heart, especially after everything he had told you about his breakup with Liza. He wanted you to change your mind and come back to him, but that didn't happen.

He never thought you two would have a last kiss, and it left him heartbroken when he realized you did.

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I forgot to ask, but I remember hearing the 4 in ALIP has dated people before, what were they like with their ex’s?

Ooooh~ -rubs hands together- I mean, if you’re sure you wanna know!

Logan, after being encouraged by others in college, decided to accept a few date offers he had been given. After his third ‘first date’ with a woman, a man asked him out. Intrigued by the idea, he said yes. And, after a few dates, ended it there. But Logan looked into the LGBT+ club on campus, learning a few things and discovering the Ace/aro spectrum. He ultimately decided he wasn’t aro, but definitely somewhere on the ace spectrum. He only held down two short relationships overall before deciding to break them off. Until Patton, he hadn’t really found himself around someone long enough to want to date them himself. (Up until then, everyone had asked him instead. I believe this has been mentioned in ALiP when talking to Roman)

Roman knew he wasn’t straight some time in high school. (No one really questioned when he started dating guys, actually. Everyone just knew) He had crushes but never really dated anyone. (No one was really ‘out’ back then either) But he did date a few men in college. None of too importance stuck out except for one. It lasted just over a year and though the breakup was mutual, there were hurt feelings on both sides. But Roman wishes them the best. He’s never found someone who hasn’t put in the effort Roman has. He’s usually too over the top for some guys or the others expect him to do all the woo-ing. Having Virgil who can out of nowhere out flirt him... it’s a very nice change of pace and makes him weak in the knees.

Virgil did date in high school. There was this girl who wasn’t in his friend group that had asked him out. Virgil decided to at least give her a shot and they went on a few dates and to a school dance before it ended. (He’s not social and she was too social, it was too much for teen Virgil) Then he dated another girl at the end of high school. They tried the long distance thing since they went to different colleges but it didn’t work out. THEN. There was Alex, who has made an appearance in ALiP! Alex was in one of his classes and they just got talking one day. He was into video games and anime and cosplay--he even convinced Virgil to go to the Renaissance Faire one year dressed up as an Evil Warlock. Virgil lived for it. He even started looking into makeup and costumes after that. (It’s what made him apply to the craft store, actually!) Though, Alex wanted different things in his future and they sat down to talk one day before they ended it. Virgil is bad at keeping in touch but he and Alex are still on good terms.

Patton... has had two partners before. One was short, it was a demiboy(before either of them knew they were a demiboy) that they went out with for a few months. The second was this lovely girl and ooooh Patton was smitten! Maggie(Pat’s mom) was skeptical of her the whole time they dated, which was a while! About 4 years! From when Patton was 21-25ish. He was still figuring himself out the whole time. He didn’t want to take the next step without explaining his abilities just in case something happened. Even if he never used them, he didn’t want to keep lying. Turns out, he didn’t have to... she had been cheating on him for a while and left him, breaking his heart. From 25-29, Patton had tried dating but it never really got anywhere. He knew he would find someone eventually, playing out fantasies in his head but too afraid to really try again.

Then Logan asked him out. And he was nervous. But excited. And after only a few months, for the first time since he was 21... hopeful. (Fun fact: If you listen to the playlist I made ALiP Patton, the first song on it is Goodbye My Lover from James Blunt.)

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smuttymess · 4 years

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bts astro soulmate reading | for cassandra

sign: taurus sun | libra moon | virgo rising

lover: kim namjoon | soulmate: min yoongi

This reading is for Cassandra, a fellow NY area moot and SOPE double bias - taste! I hope you enjoy this one, love. <3

With your sun Taurus, you are the “producer” of the zodiac, known for your reason, practicality, dedication, and strength. Whether at work or your personal life, know how to set intentions and explore them with patience, diligence and determination that only an earth sign can possess. While you are prone to frequent anxiety and worry in your internal world, on the outside your persona manifests as cool, calm and reasoned as you generally try to take time to think and observe before reacting. Your down to earth persona and innate goodness is very reassuring to others, offering a refuge from the harsh realities of daily life, which in turn attracts many people into your orbit - you have a quiet, naturally confident charm about you that makes people feel secure in your presence. This is only further enhanced by your Libra moon, the cornerstone of your notably friendly personality that people admire you for and you take pride in. Optimistic about the goodness of others, you are extremely loyal - your Virgo rising helps you wisely choose your relationships carefully so as to protect your ego and your sensitive soul. You certainly don’t trust everyone, but there is nothing you will not do to achieve harmony and balance amongst these various important figures in your life. You value relationships that can go the distance, and want longevity and depth in your personal and romantic world.

When it comes to your surroundings, you appreciate life’s many luxuries, but you prefer to stay far away from the superficial or fleeting material world. Your Taurus Sun/Virgo rising means that you want nice things, but are in all ways a quality over quantity type of person, which is reflected in the things you enjoy. Your classy, refined Moon in Libra also supports your deep appreciation for the finer but simpler things in life in moderate quantities: good wine, the arts, and serenity of the natural world. If you could pick your ideal evening, you’d rather enjoy a beautifully chef crafted meal with the best ingredients or a yoga session in the park with your closest friends than a raucous night of debauchery at a club. A true Libra Moon, you are a pro at bringing people together, and your home is your sanctuary which you are pleased to share with others as regularly as possible. It is at one of the many intimate dinner parties that you organize at your home that you meet Kim Namjoon, a guest of a mutual friend. He is striking in his presence, but not intentionally so. You are attracted to equally high-quality individuals, and so its no surprise you are drawn to Namjoon whose Mercury in Libra exhibits a quiet strength and intellectual nature akin to your own, though he is more reserved in nature. From across the table, you can’t help but find yourself staring and wondering what he is thinking, how easily your hands could slide beneath his grey sweater, or how his lips would feel against your nipples. Though he is not seated directly next to you, as the night goes on you find yourselves closer and closer to each other, your quiet, understated charm workings its magic until you are practically attached at the hip on a couch in the corner of the room, immersed in conversation. He is highly attracted to your optimism, energy, intellect and beauty but also the practicality of your Virgo rising (which his Sun directly resonates with.) In those initial hours it seems you talk about everything and nothing, time standing still as the party continues to buzz around you.

From that night on, it becomes clear that his stoic Virgo never stood a chance against your star combination: a lethal combination of intention (Taurus Sun), flirtation (Libra Moon) and execution (Virgo rising). In the months that you spend together, you are thrown into an intellectual and physical affair that could only be achieved by two, grounded earth signs - though it takes some time getting off the ground. Though equally hesitant to dive into a deeply romantic relationship, you are the one to take the lead to act on those basic, primal thoughts you had that first night you met him, and decide not to waste time in fucking his brains out. It is not unusual for you to invite Namjoon over for drinks and conversation, with barely a full hour passing before you’re straddling him on your couch. It’s amazing how you how quickly you can go from casually talking current events and social justice issues to having him sucking and biting on your nipples as you ride him mercilessly into the cushions. Namjoon is an absolute perfectionist, and you enjoy the precision in which he uses his fingers to expertly rub tour clit, his eyes ablaze as he takes in the full view of you nakedly bouncing up and down on his cock. You two are not ones to mess with a good thing, valuing frequent satisfying, sure-fire approaches to getting each other off before indulging in pillow talk about your shared hopes and dreams of the future. While Namjoon often presents as unemotional or subdued, with you he feels uninhibited, strong, and irresistible. He is able to lose himself with you as your eyes lock in pure, unadulterated lust while he thrusts into you, his name spilling repeatedly from his lips. Oh my god, yes, you take me so fucking well, baby...you’re so beautiful. I could fuck you just like this forever, just like this.

Your inner and outer Libra seeks to please, negotiate and bring peace to those in conflict in order to be seen as kind, reasonable and fair in the eyes of others - it is then that you feel you have succeeded in your goal. You are generally easy going, and diplomatic while he is argumentative, frank and serious. Namjoon’s Virgo sun is often more interested in more definitive outcomes and engaging in lengthy debate to come to a more or less "correct” answer, which contradicts your internal desire for balance and to avoid conflict. With his Sun in Virgo and Cancer in Mars, he especially sees conflict as a necessary and even enjoyable part of life that leads to growth. Eventually, not even hot-and-heavy makeup sex can ease the resentment you feel from his often argumentative and critical nature. This, combined with his inability to give you the full time and attention you require in a partnership, forces you to walk away and find someone more tailored to cater to your sensitive, emotional heart.

After your breakup with Namjoon, you take a good deal of time to reconnect with friends and family in the comfort of your own home. It is only after friends finally drag you out back into the real world that you are reminded of your naturally social nature, quickly shedding your fear around getting back out there - after all, you strive for balance and too much solitude can leave you feeling depleted and craving social energy. On one of these nights you attend a whiskey tasting, wherein you are immediately drawn to the boy at the end of the bar in his black bucket hat that hides most of his face. Clearly knowledgeable of his spirits and friendly with the bartender, you decide to get to know him further by discussing his recommendations directly. Upon bringing his eyes to meet yours and introduce himself as Min Yoongi, you are taken aback by his beauty and gentle but firm energy - there is a kindness in his slightly glossy eyes that you can feel, and it’s extremely attractive to your generally reserved heart. While his Virgo Moon is reserved, Yoongi is incredibly charming, fully understanding your subtle flirtation and using his knowledge of whiskey and very carefully spoken, deliberate speech (and sexy low voice) to get to you. It is not too long before you find yourself tipsily pressed against his side, your eyes moving between his lips and his delicate fingers that draw circles around his glass. His eyes move from your lust-filled stare to your curves as they are accentuated in your casual ensemble, and you swear you see his tongue move across his lower lip as he takes you in. But before you’re able to verify, he closes out your tabs. You’re not ready to hang with the big drinkers, love. How about I call you cab home?

Your relationship blossoms in the light of day, outside of the haze of the whiskey bar and in cafes around city or in your respective homes as you’re both homebodies and romantics at heart. When water and earth signs come together, there is often a very symbiotic relationship at play. Though initially stoic in his persona, the Pisces Yoongi is emotional, compassionate, sentimental which pairs well with your romantic Libra tendencies. Yoongi, the endlessly hard worker and creative force, makes every effort to see, hear and get to know you all the while giving you a great deal of attention which you appreciate. You adore his ability to give you ample quality time, which you require in a partner, while also affording the independence you need to progress on your own. Luckily, his Venus in Aries makes him more direct and enterprising in areas like his career so it balances out his more lethargic side that simply wants to lay in bed and talk about big picture ideas and fantasize about a better world. Like you, he seeks equilibrium between work and play, and is successful in helping you establish said coveted balance in your own life as a trusted partner and friend. He teaches you to let go and trust the process, while you show him the beauty in said process.

You and Yoongi understand each other on a deep level beyond traditional communication, and when the conversation ends you are easily able to use nonverbal communication to express how you truly feel. It is here where the two of you are able to be authentically yourselves without the pressures of the right words or expectations - you intuitively know what the other wants and needs. Yoongi’s exceptional creativity and desire to please extends to the bedroom, where his skills merge with his imaginative nature with you, taking you for a literal ride. Your Virgo rising equips you with a strong mind-body connection, making you an attentive and very deliberate in bed, while Yoongi is more interested in transcending the physical. Sex with him is entirely sensual, an all-consuming means of pleasing each other - he does not stop until your toes are curling and your entire body shakes in tension and arousal. You can feel your eyes roll back when his lips purr against you as his tongue circles your clit, two fingers slipping in and out of your aching center. You have no idea how amazing you taste. How lucky am I, hmm? It is not unusual for you to pin him to the bed after he’s been away too long in the studio, nibbling at his neck and making him growl in your ear. He knows what you want, his gorgeous hands grabbing your hips and pressing you down onto him before sliding your shorts to the side and slipping two fingers into you, curling them to hit your g-spot. Has my baby been waiting long for me? So impatient, are we? Come on, show how much you missed me.

Ultimately, you and Min Yoongi are able to come together as two sensitive, diplomatic, and create souls to create a life of harmony and deep intimacy - he is your muse and you are his anchor. While you are driven and high-achieving in select areas of your lives, you both are no strangers to rest and relaxation after a long, hard day’s work. Together, you create a true sanctuary just outside of the city where you can spend a great deal of time crafting art - he in his studio and you in your own workspace - or making meals together in your enviable kitchen. Know that through life’s inevitable ups and downs you have each other to rely on, and your shared fierce loyalty towards one another can whether any stress-related emotional outburst or time apart due to his fast-paced lifestyle. At the end of the day, you are happy to find that after years of searching you do not anything outside of your the four walls - or each others arms - to find peace.

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lunatens · 5 years

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word count: 4131

genre: like,, a little angst at the beginning but then just lots o fluff

pairing: yang jeongin x gender neutral reader

summary: best friends to lovers, sequel to this (you don’t really have to read it first but it’s short and also will give more context so why not)

song rec: friend zone - AB6IX

a/n: this has been in my mind for so long but I put it on the backburner to work on other stuff but I finally GOT TO SIT DOWN AND WRITE IT and oof it’s so long like by far the longest thing ive written here idk how that happened but it did!! so enjoy <3

jeongin towel-dries his hair, walking from the bathroom to his bed after his post-practice shower. it's late, and all he can think about is sleep--that is, until, he glances at his phone to see a missed call from you from 5 minutes ago and he frantically rushes to pick up his phone, clumsy fingers shaking with nerves as he calls you back. it's been about a month since you and chan became official, and the only times jeongin's seen you in that month have been when you come over to visit chan--you'll usually throw jeongin a casual wave and smile (maybe, occassionally, a "hey!") in passing. the couple times jeongin's attempted to make plans with you all ended up cancelled for one reason or another, so eventually he stopped trying. you'll return his texts every other day or so, and they're always friendly, but not like they used to be.

so, naturally, jeongin is quite shocked to see your name on his screen; to see that you have called him for once. you pick up after the second ring, and jeongin's heartbeat picks up pace at the sound of your voice.

"hey jeongin," you greet him softly.

"h-hey y/n, what's up? sorry, i was in the shower so i missed your call," he replies, trying to keep calm.

"oh, that's okay, i was just thinking, um, it's been a while since we've really hung out and...can you come over jeongin?" you say, and jeongin can easily pick up on the slight waiver in your voice; he's known you long enough to know when you're on the verge of tears and to know when you need him at your side. he can tell you're trying to be casual and calm, but when he catches the quiet sniffle after you say his name he's tugging on the first clothes he can find and struggling to pull on his shoes while still keeping the phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear.

"yes! yes, of course, y/n, i'll be there as soon as i can," he says, and you let out a sigh of relief at his words.

"thanks jeongin, i-i'll see you soon," you say before hanging up. jeongin practically runs out the door, leaving a very confused and mildly concerned felix and minho behind in the living room as he breezes past them on his way out of the dorm. his hair is still slightly damp from his shower, and the night air is chilly, but he doesn't care as he makes his way to your house as fast as he can. he doesn't bother knocking (you two are way past that point) but rather bursts into your house and towards your room, pausing to knock lightly at your door. nothing happens for a moment, and it's silent save for the creak of your bed and shuffle of your feet as you get up, flinging your bedroom door open wide and pulling jeongin into your room and into a tight hug. he gently nudges the door closed behind you, then stands frozen for a moment, not quite sure what to do but let you wrap your arms around him, face buried in his chest. his head is spinning a little with the sudden excitement of having you back in his life and in his arms, old feelings he tried to ignore after you got together with chan quickly resurfacing, and his heart tingles to have you with him again. he pushes his feelings aside for now, though, because when you let out a quiet sob he knows what you need right now is your best friend. he reciprocates your embrace, holding you tight to his body while you cry.

you stay like that for a while, crying into jeongin's chest while he's there to hold you, gently stroking your hair to try and help you calm down, no words spoken between you--he knows you'll talk when you're ready. eventually, when your sobs turn to sniffles, you pull away, looking at jeongin with red eyes and a snotty nose.

"chan and i are over," you say, looking down at the floor. jeongin is shocked at your news; last he checked, you and chan were doing well, and the two of you were happy together. he sits on the edge of your bed, patting the area beside him to invite you to sit with him. you oblige, leaning into jeongin's side, and he hopes you can't hear how his heart races at your touch.

"oh my gosh, i'm so sorry, what happened? do i need to fight him? well, i'm not sure i could do that, but i'd try my best for you," he says, and you laugh softly at his words.

"no, it's okay, it was mutual. we just weren't right for each other, i guess. we've decided to still be friends though, so it's all good," you say with a sigh.

"oh, that's...good?" jeongin says, furrowing his brows in confusion--why on earth are you so upset if the breakup was mutual and friendly? you seem to read his mind, answering his question before he can even ask it.

"i really missed you, jeongin." you say, and you start welling up with tears again. "i'm so sorry i was such an awful friend; i totally left you behind for chan, and that was really awful of me. but yeah, spending more time with chan i realized, um, you're really important to me and i really missed you and i know i really messed up, i'm sorry jeongin, " you rant, and you pull away from jeongin to wipe at your tears.

"it's okay, y/n, of course i forgive you," he says, voice almost a whisper as he tentatively reaches up to brush a tear from your cheek. you smile at him softly in return, and he can see the relief in your eyes.

"thanks, jeongin. i love you," you say, pulling him into another hug, and jeongin's heart breaks a little bit, knowing you mean it just as a friend and nothing more.

"i love you too," he mumbles back, knowing he means it differently than you, but the sentiment is still the same; you're his world, and he cares about you so much--as long as you're happy, he's happy.

when you've both had a chance to calm down from the situation a bit, you catch jeongin trying to stifle a yawn.

"oh my god, it's so late! i'm so sorry, you must be so tired," you say, glancing at the clock. "i don't want to make you go home by yourself at this hour, do you wanna just stay here? have a sleepover for old times sake?" you say, a shy grin tugging at your lips. jeongin can't hold back his smile as he agrees, going to pull out the little spare mattress he uses to sleep on your floor.

"um, if you want, we can just share my bed, it's way more comfortable than the floor," you say (a little awkwardly). there's no way to hide the way jeongin's entire face flushes red, and you laugh as he stands there trying to stutter a response. "it's okay, jeongin," you say, rolling your eyes at the shy and awkward boy and grabbing his hand to pull him under the covers. you flick off the light, leaving the two of you in darkness, only able to see faintly through the dim light of the street lamp outside that trickles in through a crack in your blinds. you're both curled up facing each other, but there's still quite a lot of space between you.

"goodnight, jeongin, thanks again for everything," you whisper.

"it's really nothing, y/n--what are friends for? goodnight," he whispers back, and you hear the covers rustle as he turns around to face away from you--you can't help but smile at how he's perched as close as humanly possible to the edge of the bed as he can be without falling off. soon enough you hear his soft snoring, and you let out a nervous breath you didn't realize you'd been holding in. see, the real reason you and chan broke up was because the more time you spent with him, the more you missed jeongin, and the more you realized you were in love with your best friend. chan was very understanding when you explained things to him, and, frankly, not surprised. while you and chan got along well and everything, you realized you never felt quite the same towards him as you did towards jeongin. you were able to end things well with chan, but you were worried you'd ruined everything with jeongin--not just your chances as a relationship, but your entire friendship, so you were grateful when he was able to forgive you. you heart sinks a little when you remember his words, "what are friends for" and you wonder if that's all you'll ever be to him; a friend. there were moments in your friendship you wondered if he had feelings for you, but you had pushed those all aside, not even aware of your own feelings at the time. now, you can't help but worry you've ruined all chances with him--all you can do now is be grateful he's willing to still be friends with you, and with that thought, you drift off to sleep.

"bye y/n, see you later!" jeongin calls to you as you wave from the end of the driveway, making your way home after hanging out and watching movies all afternoon with jeongin. it's been a couple weeks since you guys started hanging out again, and you now spend pretty much every moment of your free time together--you both say it's making up for all the time you missed out on while you were with chan, but the members all groan at the sight of you two mutually pining for each other from a distance, both too scared to do anything (jeongin nearly murdered felix the other day for trying to whisper across the room for jeongin to "just kiss you already").

his eyes follow you fondly as he watches through the front window, unable to wipe the giddy smile from his face or to hide the quiet giggle at how you dance a little as you walk, the music from your headphones fueling your movements. once you're out of sight, the dark street lit only by the buzzing orange glow of the streetlamps and no longer by your presence, jeongin turns to head back to his room only to connect with a broad chest in his way. startled, he takes a couple steps back to see who's in his way, only to be met face to face with chan. he raises his eyebrows at jeongin, whose rose-tinted cheeks only confirm chan's suspicions.

"you and y/n seem awful close lately, jeongin," chan says, folding his arms smugly.

"it's late, so uh, i think i should probably get to bed..." jeongin tries to change the topic, attempting to push past chan but the older boy throws his arm around jeongin's shoulders and tousles his hair.

"you can't keep secrets from me, jeongin, i know you've got a little crush on y/n," chan teases, and jeongin wiggles to try and worm his way out from under chan's arm, causing chan to laugh affectionately at the younger boy.

"go away, chan!!"

"aww, it's okay, i won't tell her! you should do something about it though, it's sickening the way you two look at each other. like, just ask each other out already!" chan says to jeongin with an exasperated sigh. jeongin gives up trying to escape from chan, knowing there's no way to avoid his questioning.

"she's my best friend though, i don't wanna ruin that! what if she doesn't like me back..." jeongin's voice trails off at the end of his sentence, and chan's heart breaks a little at jeongin's sadness.

"you're really quite oblivious, huh. listen, invite her over after practice tomorrow, do whatever you want, but i really think you should consider telling her how you feel, you might be surprised," chan says, then adds "if you don't do something about it soon, i'll do it for you," giving jeongin a final pat on the back before heading away to his room.

"wait, what do you mean surprised?? what are you doing?!" jeongin calls after him anxiously.

"goodnight, jeongin," chan simply responds in a sing-song voice, not bothering to turn around before entering his room and closing the door behind him. jeongin stands there, blinks a couple times in confusion, then pulls out his phone to invite you over tomorrow night for typical netflix and snacks and lounging around (of course, you say yes in a heartbeat).

the doorbell rings, signaling your arrival, and jeongin sends a worried glance to chan, felix and minho, who are all hanging out in the living room trying to act casual (really, they're just nosy--although chan says he's here for moral support). the three of them flash jeongin a thumbs up, and, taking a deep breath, he goes to open the door.

"hey, jeongin!" you say as you walk in. "i couldn't decide what flavour of chips to bring, so i brought like 3 kinds, is that okay?" you ask.

"yep!" jeongin replies, although his voice cracks, which doesn't help his confidence or his nerves. you merely giggle, blushing as you "accidentally" brush your arm against his on your way inside.

"hey guys," you say, waving to the three boys on the couch. you pause for a moment in confusion; chan is positioned a little too perfectly on the couch, and the magazine felix and minho are reading is held upside down, but you decide not to think too much of it and you head to jeongin's room anyways. jeongin shoots daggers from his eyes at the boys, who all beam angelically at him in response.

you're halfway through the first movie, propped up against a mountain of pillows and blankets on jeongin's bed, when all of a sudden the lights in the room flicker off. jeongin frowns and reaches to flick the lightswitch a few times, but to no avail.

"that's weird," he says, double checking all electronics in his room to find they're all turned off. "i guess the power must have gone out?"

"spooky," you say with a half-hearted laugh, bringing a blanket up to your chin, and it's only now that jeongin remembers you're terrified of the dark.

"okay, uh, it's gonna be okay y/n, uh, i'll go see if any of the members have candles or something, i'll be right back," he says, turning to leave the room.

"wait!" you call, and jeongin turns around so fast he almost loses his balance and falls. "don't leave me alone," you say in a small voice, sliding off the bed and fumbling across the dark room towards jeongin; you find him, and in the dark your hand searches for his, grasping on tightly once you find it. his palms are a little sweaty, but it's okay because yours are too. you huddle close behind jeongin as he carefully leads you through the halls; the two of you soon discover, however, that the dorms are empty.

"they must've gone to get food or something..."jeongin says, eyes narrowing in suspicion when he notices a box left on the kitchen table. he pulls out his phone flashlight to examine it (ignoring how you stay clinging onto his arm the whole time; if he thinks about it too much, he'll get flustered), and upon opening the box finds several candles, some matches, and a tiny photo album.

"that box wasn't there when i got here, was it?" you question, just as suspicious as jeongin; chan obviously knows about your feelings for jeongin, so you have a sneaky suspicion this is somehow all his doing.

"no, it wasn't. we might as well use it though," jeongin says, giving in to whatever the boys are trying to do. he picks up the box in one arm and clumsily leads you by the harsh white light of his phone back to his room. he guides you to his bed, letting you get cozy while he lights candles all around his room (you giggle when it takes him a few tries to light a match properly, and when he nearly lets the match burn a little too close to his fingertips, letting out a frantic "ahh!" as he shakes the flame from the tiny piece of wood). you keep a watchful eye on him, feeling a little less anxious now that the room is aglow with flickering golden light, the flames casting shadows that dance across jeongin's face, concentrated as he focuses on lighting each and every candle, and you think it makes him somehow even more beautiful.

once you're fairly certain he isn't going to light himself or the room on fire, you reach into the box to pull out the photo album. your breath hitches when you open it to the first page, running your fingers over the smooth surface of the plastic pocket that the little 4x6 photograph sits in. it's a photo of you and jeongin on your first day of kindergarten, the two of you standing proudly beside each other, big smiles (complete with missing front teeth) on both of your faces. you smile fondly; you and jeongin have been best friends for as long as you can remember; your parents were close friends, so naturally, you were with each other all the time.

"what is it?" jeongin says curiously, and you feel him crawl across the bed to sit beside you. you can feel his tiny exhales on your shoulder, the air hot on your skin as he hovers beside you to see, almost leaning into you but not quite. "oh, haha," he realizes, little puffs of air tickling you as he giggles softly at the picture. your skin tingles with goosebumps at his proximity, and you tuck your hair behind your ear. "we were so small," he says, and you turn just slightly so you can see the wide grin on his face, matching the one in the picture, and you think not much has changed. your fingers flick through the glossy plastic pages, and you spend the next 20 minutes or so laughing and sharing memories of your childhood.

as you progress through the album, time in the photos passes as the two of you grow older--you reminisce on the day the two of you got your braces on (you insisted you get them on at the same time, although pages later you find the picture of you beaming braces-less while jeongin sulks beside you, mouth still full of metal, and the two of you giggle at the look on his face; you lightly shove jeongin's shoulder playfully, and even in the low candlelight you can't miss the way his cheeks burn red at your touch). the pictures get more and more recent, turning more into pictures you and jeongin have taken of each other rather than ones taken by your parents--there's the time you went to the fair, and when you learned how to roller skate together, and when you went to the petting zoo and held a snake--you're smiling, but your eyes send a pleading look to jeongin behind the camera; you remember almost peeing your pants you were so scared, and jeongin just laughed at you, promising to buy you a milkshake after as consolation.

you finally reach the last picture--the remaining few pages of the album are empty--and the two of you let out a little gasp in unison. up to this point, jeongin's recognized all of the pictures (he makes a mental note to thank his mom for giving chan all those childhood pictures, and also to not leave his phone unlocked around chan, although luckily it worked out in jeongin's favour this time). it's a simple picture, recent; just taken at the dorm, nowhere fancy--who took the picture, neither of you know, but that can wait until later. you and jeongin are sitting on the couch in the dorm living room; it must've been one of your late night conversations, where you just sit on the couch in your pjs and talk about anything and everything. the picture shouldn't have been anything special, but it's impossible to miss the way you two look at each other, doubled over in laughter at something one of you said, eyes locked in a gaze that says in that moment no one else in the world existed, just the two of you locked in your own little world. you almost feel that way now, and you wonder if jeongin feels the same.

you turn your head to look at him, searching his eyes for something you know by now is already there; it's there in the way he's always there to talk to you no matter how tired he is, or the way he's always willing to watch your favourite movie no matter how many times you've seen it, or the way his eyes look at you now, sparkling and wide with realization, and you know he's thinking the same thing as you.

"y/n, i-" he starts, but before he can say anything you're leaning in to give him the softest of kisses, your lips melting against his like you were made for each other. it's an innocent, gentle kiss that only lasts a couple seconds, but it says everything you can't find the words to say out loud. you pull away, shock plastered over both of your faces as you sit silent for a moment before erupting in embarrassed giggles, and you find your hands grasping at his shirt to pull him back into your lips, although the kiss this time is really half kiss and half smiles and laughter, cheeks burning, shy and timid, but excited about these new progressions. you and jeongin have never been overly touchy-feely--just the right amount, you would say--so being this close to him is strange at first, yet it feels so right at the same time. no words need to be said; you've known each other long enough to know what’s running through the other’s mind, and the giddy energy that radiates off of you only encourages more laughter and more cuddles.

the power flickers back on, and you blink your eyes at the sudden brightness. aggressive whispers can be heard from the other side of jeongin's bedroom door, and there's a gentle knock before the door opens without waiting for an answer. several heads peek in as pretty much all of the members take in the scene of you and jeongin nestled up against each other; you both shrink down into the blankets more out of shyness and you turn to bury your face in his sweater, trying to hide from the nosy boys, but the action only elicits a chorus of cooing from the members (and fake vomiting from someone--you think it’s jisung). you catch hyunjin begrudgingly hand a $20 bill over to a smug seungmin, earning a smack on the wrist and a stern glare from chan, who then smirks at the sight of the candles decorating the room and the photobook spread open on the covers.

"well then, that was quite a random power outage..."chan says, not subtle at all as the boys murmur agreements. "just popping in to make sure you guys are okay, we'll be leaving now," he says ushering everyone out and mouthing a "you're welcome" before closing the door and leaving you alone again.

"well, thank god for chan and his crazy plans or this might have never happened," you say, leaning your head on jeongin's shoulder.

"hey, it still could've happened!" jeongin says in defense, although you both know you're both way too chicken to ever take initiative on your own.

"mhm, sure," you say, planting a tiny kiss on his cheek. you're not sure you'll ever get used to the feeling of your lips on his, or how his skin brushes against yours, or how every time he looks at you, you still feel the butterflies dance in your stomach; although now they're less from nerves and more from an overwhelming love for your best friend--boyfriend, now, you remind yourself. it still doesn't feel real, but that night as you fall asleep (sleeping in jeongin's bed feels a little more awkward now that you're more than just friends), listening to his soft breathing, studying the rise and fall of his chest and the perfect curve of his lips, the gentle fluttering of his eyelids as he dreams, nothing could be more real.

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idkthisisjustforfanfic · 5 years

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Love Me Like You Used To (part 2)

AN: Thanks for all the love on this little mini story, y’all! I do ask that if you like my work, please reblog! It’s great to get so many likes, the but the greatest compliment as a writer (imo) is sharing my work! :)

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Y/N shifted on her bed uncomfortably as she read the text from Nick.

It was good to see you today.

She didn’t know what to say--mostly because it was good to see him today. It felt good to be with someone who knew her before things felt so out of balance. Y/N read the words another three times before she let her thumbs hover over the screen.

How did she say that to Nick in a way that didn’t seem like she was coming onto him or holding onto something that wasn’t there? Sure, Y/N and Nick had agreed to be friends when they broke up, but it went just as well as it does for most couples. A few texts here and there--liking each other’s instagram posts--until finally, nothing. Their years together faded into a memory, only thought about in rare moments alone.

She typed back: It was good to see you too. Thanks for listening.

She let the phone flop to her bed and wondered about where things had all went wrong. When did her life become one that she didn’t recognize? When did she start to feel so unlike herself?

Her phone buzzed quickly--her immediate thought was that there was clearly nothing left between she and Nick if he was texting back so quickly. If there was, he would have waited a few minutes, you know, make her work for it. But it wasn’t Nick.

It was Harry.

Hope Nick is doing well.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her heartbeat was suddenly in her ears as she looked up at the clock. Had he seen something online? Had he seen them in person? Was he still living in the West Village?

Again, her thumbs hovered over the screen--but this time, for a different reason. What did she say to the boy who still held her heart in his hands? The boy who likely didn’t love her like she still loved him--despite the six months and the one drunk text between them?

He was angry, the words in his text made that clear.

She typed a few words and backspaced. Typed again, backspaced. Once more, until she stared at the blank message and wondered what it would be like to type her real feelings.

“Hey,” a voice sounded from the doorway--Y/N’s roomate, Nina, poked her head through the door frame. “How was your date with a Jonas Brother?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, flopping back on her bed a little too dramatically. “It wasn’t a date, okay? It was just coffee and talking and catching up. You know, normal things you do with your ex-boyfriend.”

“Girl, I’ve had a shit ton of ex-boyfriends and I have never done that with any of them.”

Y/N shot her roommate a look, one that read you’re not helping, as Nina came to sit on the bed.

“It’s not that easy, Nina.”

“What’s not easy? Dating cute guys with lots of money?”

Y/N gave her another unimpressed glance--she hated when people took it there. Sure, she knew that she was linked to people with a different form of popularity than most were used to--she knew her job gave her that type of access to those types of people--but Y/N didn’t see them that way.

“Harry texted me,” she said quietly, her eyes on the ceiling as she waited for Nina to have a dramatic reaction.

“I’m sorry--what? Two ex-boyfriends in one day?”

“In the span of three hours,” Y/N corrected.

“That’s got to be a record, even for you.”

Y/N laughed at this, watching as Nina stood from her bed and headed back to the door. “I’m meeting Katie for dinner, want to join?”

“I can’t,” Y/N spoke, turning on her side to face Nina in the doorway once more. “I’ve got a skype call with my manager and a few contracts to read over.”

With that, Nina disappeared from sight, her words still ringing in Y/N’s ears. That’s got to be a record, even for you.

Y/N knew that there was something cosmic about it--something strange about the fact that the one time she was vulnerable enough to reach out to Nick and put herself out there, Harry showed up.

Y/N had been to Chelsea four times since she broke up with Harry. She’d avoided it for so long. She avoided the 6th avenue street fair when the weather warmed up and she avoided the Chelsea Pier like the plague.

She wondered, as she stared back at her phone once more, what kind of sick joke the universe was playing on her.

Harry had decided to put his phone underneath the couch cushion when he watched TV that night. He decided it’d be better off there, in a place where he wouldn’t be tempted to check it every 13 seconds to see if Y/N had texted back.

He’d made it through two commercial breaks before he felt like the phone was burning a hole at the end of his couch.

He scrambled for it, his heartbeat climbing when he saw her name on the screen. Somehow, he hadn’t expected to actually get a reply.

He’s doing well. Working on a few new projects lately.

He let out a burst of air through his nose, his anger climbing up this throat and leaving a heat in his chest that he didn’t like the feeling of. He hated being mad at Y/N. He hated feeling like there was space between them that only grew with the passing seconds they spent apart.

But he couldn’t deny that things had changed. He couldn’t deny that distance was hard and work never made it easy. He didn’t like all of her friends and she certainly didn’t love all of his. There were fights and phone calls that ended in an impulsive press of the ‘end call’ button and ignored voicemails.

There were also days when Y/N would be the only person in the world to make him smile.

Harry had to fight the urge to call her--his thumb seemed to float above the small icon under her contact. One quick press and he had the chance of hearing her voice. But he didn’t know if that’s what he wanted.

Not if she was back with Nick.

But how was he supposed to ask that? How was he supposed to get more information about their meeting if he couldn’t actually ask? And what did her text mean? Y/N wasn’t stupid enough to think Harry was seriously inquiring about Nick--she’d absolutely picked up in the sarcasm that laced his message.

Which mean that Y/N was being just as testy in her reply, which made Harry more annoyed.

Nick had no clue what the feeling was in his chest when he laid in bed to try to sleep. He didn’t know what he thought or felt or wanted and that was something entirely new to him. He’d always been a take charge kind of person--he’d always been one to set his sights on a goal and meet (if not exceed) it.

It’s not that he hadn’t thought about Y/N at all since they broke up. The first year he thought about her a lot. It was hard to go from talking to her everyday to barely speaking--and it was especially hard when he found out that she’d started dating Harry so quickly.

It’d been barely 6 months and she was suddenly paired up, going out, and doing fun and exciting things with all of her new friends. Nick avoided instagram altogether after he saw her first post about him--even though the breakup was amicable.

Nick cared about Y/N--and that would never change. He wanted her to be happy, but something about Y/N’s new boyfriend had rubbed him the wrong way when he got a text from a mutual friend asking if he’d heard the news. She’d bounced to a new boy in a new band and it felt--in a way--like she was fame chasing.

Not that Y/N needed to do that--she was successful on her own. But now she had a new group of friends to go on tour with--new names were beside hers in the headlines and to Nick, it felt like he’d suddenly woken up in an alternate universe.

Y/N L/N on to the next one (direction).

A new direction for Y/N L/N, literally!

Nick eventually decided that getting a girlfriend of his own was the best way to deal with the strange feelings he had about it. And when he met Olivia, everything settled down. The world moved on from his public relationship and public split, and Y/N and Harry seemed to be quieting down as well.

So life moved on. His band broke up, his new relationship ended, he became an uncle (twice), and he realized that he actually enjoyed fishing and writing songs for other people and spending time with his friends away from the stage.

Now, as he sat at the counter in his brother’s SoHo apartment the next morning, Nick couldn’t help but be annoyed by the look on his brother’s face. Joe--who had a penchant for pissing Nick off--was just excited that Nick had reunited with Y/N.

“You can’t be mad at me for being happy about it--she was one of my best friends for four years.”

Nick rolled his eyes and then sipped at his black coffee. “I’m not mad at you--it’s just weird, okay? I have no idea who she is now.”

“She’s Y/N,” Joe said simply. “She can’t be that different.”

“You’re missing the point,” Nick shook his head, almost ready to drop it entirely until Joe rounded the corner and took a seat next to him.

“Then enlighten me, asshole.”

Nick laughed a bit, rubbing at his eyes to try to gain clarity. “She used to be my best friend, too. She used to be the person I called every night before bed--and then suddenly she fell off the face of the earth, pretty much.”

Joe shrugged his shoulders, an admission that Nick had a point.

“And now she--she shows up in my life four years later and needs emotional support? Because her relationship ended and she asks how I’ve been like it’s nothing?”

“This is one of those things that would only happen to you,” Joe laughed, clapping his hand on Nick’s back as he stood.

Nick let out a sigh. “Yeah--no one’s written a book on how to be friends with your ex-girlfriend who you haven’t spoken to in four years.”

Joe tilted his head thoughtfully. “You’ve always wanted to write a book.”

While Nick appreciated the joke, it didn’t help him decide anything. It didn’t give him any more insight into what this meant for he and the girl he didn’t know anymore. And it certainly didn’t give him any insight into the feeling in his stomach when his phone lit up on the counter.

Why didn’t you tell me you had coffee with Y/N? I had to find out on twitter?

Harry wasn’t trying to obsessive. He wasn’t trying to check Y/N’s instagram for updates and he wasn’t trying to be weird when he texted Niall to ask if he’d spoken to her lately. He knew they’d talk periodically--he knew because Niall had let the metaphorical cat out of the bag when he publicly wished her a happy birthday on twitter.

Niall, however, insisted that he had no idea what was going on with her and Nick, and he did his best to ensure Harry that her ex-boyfriend had nothing on him.

“He’s ridiculous, Harry. He wore a chain to a red carpet not that long ago--lookin’ like Liam but stupider, t’be honest with ya.”

Harry let out a sigh, appreciative that his friend was following all the usual protocol: shit talk the competition and boost Harry’s ego accordingly.

“I don’t know if I should text her back.”

“She texted you? You wait until now to tell me that Y/N texted you?”

“Well I texted her first, and then she responded.”

“What did you say?” Niall’s words were rushed as if he needed the information like his life depended on it.

Harry paused for a second, a small laugh escaping his lips in contemplation--he was snarky and he knew it. He also knew that if he told Niall what he’d said, he’d likely get a lecture.

“I asked how Nick was.”

Silence on the other end of the line. After a second, a sigh. “You’re incredibly petty sometimes, Harold.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he brushed his friend off. “What am I supposed to do when she’s the one who broke up with me, huh? She’s the one who left and she’s the one who’s now in this neighborhood for some reason and hanging out with him.”

“M’not saying it’s right,” Niall said. “I just think you’d be better off telling her how you feel.”

“How I feel?” The words escaped Harry’s mouth without much thought. The problem was that he didn’t really know how he felt. He didn’t really know how to handle this when his strongest feeling was a desire to punch Nick Jonas in the face. But those headlines wouldn’t be good.

“Yeah--y’know. Say that you miss her, say that you wish you never broke up.”

“I can’t just say that to her Niall,” Harry’s deep tone insinuated that what he was saying was obvious, but Niall didn’t see it that way.

“I’m sorry if it was weird,” Y/N laughed, holding her drink to her lips as she smiled across the table at him. She couldn’t really read him--which had always been an issue in their relationship--but she sipped at her drink and set it on the table before raising her eyebrows at him.

“It wasn’t weird in a bad way,” Nick said slowly, a smile pulling at his lips as he let his eyes take her in again. She hadn’t changed much. Her hair was darker than it was when they’d broken up. She’d died it a lighter shade that spring--he was finding blonde hairs all over his apartment long after she’d packed up her things.

“I’m okay with it being weird,” she said. “I mean, we you date someone for four years and then not speak for another four years--I don’t think things just go back to normal after that.”

Nick nodded and moved his head side to side, letting Y/N know that she was right. “You’ll be happy to know that Joe and Kevin are thrilled, though.”

“Joe already texted me,” she laughed, finishing the last of her beer as she tossed her head back in laughter.

Of course he had. The two of them had been inseparable. Another strain on their relationship.

Y/N knew that had always bothered Nick--that she’d been so close with his brothers that she had her own relationship with them. It wasn’t that he was jealous, but Y/N had a knack for taking sides with Joe or Kevin and pissing Nick off. Something that now, Nick could laugh about.

“Of course he did,” he smiled.

At first, when Y/N offered to grab a drink with Nick that night in a bar near Joe’s apartment, he wanted to decline. Their coffee date had only been a day earlier and his head was still reeling from the small talk they’d performed.

Y/N wasn’t nervous this time--she wasn’t wrapped up in her own downfall and her feet felt a little more firmly planted on the ground, even when Nick admitted that he missed her.

And when they hugged goodbye that night, Y/N didn’t mind that Nick’s arms were wrapped around her shoulders, his chin resting on her head before he kissed the top of her hair. “I’m glad we did this,” he said.

“Me too,” she replied, though she didn’t really know what they meant by it.

She was comfortable with the not knowing, though, which was an unexpected (but welcome) change from the last few days. She walked home by herself, counting the blocks in her head as her feet hit the pavement one after another after another.

She rode the elevator up to her apartment and turned down the hall, reaching for her keys in her purse--when she noticed him sitting there. He was slumped on the floor beside her doormat, his head in his hands as if he’d been half-asleep. He shifted and raised his head when she said his name.

“Harry?”

His eyes were on her--he was completely still and seemed to be frozen in thought until he stood from the floor and swallowed. “Hi--sorry--I just, I figured I’d say it all in person instead of over text.”

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parkjmini · 5 years

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history | pjm

➳ park jimin scenario

you didn't come to see your friends, I know you came for me. I like your dress, but you fit better in my wrinkled tee. We moved on to newer things, but we got history

➳ word count: 2156

➳ genre: angst/fluff ig

a/n: hey yall, ik ive been pretty MIA. im trying my best to find time to stay active. college rlly sux, but this is based off of the song, history by rich brian, it’s a really good ass song and it reminded me a lot of jimin. and i had this in my drafts ever since October so im glad i was able to finish it on my birthday and to release it as a birthday present for myself and everyone else that i finally released some content.

You were more than an ex-girlfriend to Jimin. You were his whole world for a brief moment of his life. If anyone were to value you anything less, he would not hesitant to defend you. You and Jimin dated in sophomore year of high school, almost being destined as high school sweethearts, almost.

Long distance had become strenuous for the both of you, mainly you. Jimin didn’t stray far from your hometown, but you had traveled miles away. It wasn’t until your second year of college when things were becoming clear that you two were not working out.

Phone calls slowly became a hassle. You never really came back home for the holidays, so Jimin saw you a lot less. It was simply two separate lives and no matter how much Jimin wanted to stay together, the relationship had been taking a toll on you.

Jimin was definitely more emotionally stable than you were. He didn’t have to move far from home for college, so his support system was still close. His best friends, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook went to the same college as him. He didn’t need you as much as you needed him, physically.

You were thousands of miles away from your family and friends. You went to the college of your dreams, but you had to start over. So being in an old relationship in the next chapter of your life was hard. You were meeting new people every week your first quarter in school, but every happy face felt fake. There was no familiarity and the loneliness ate you up by the end of your second quarter.

Seeing Jimin through your screen only made you miss him more. Hearing his voicemails made you cry harder. You’d always think you’d adjust, eventually, but you never did. And admitting all that pain to Jimin was the hardest thing you had to do.

The breakup was not bad, but it also was not the best. You knew you couldn’t stay friends with Jimin, because you were still madly in love with this man and so was he. To move on, you had to avoid any contact with him and that didn’t sit well with him. He was too stubborn to move on. He kept telling you that he’d wait for when you’d come back for him.

Those were not the words you wanted to hear. Jimin respected your decision to break up, but it was his own to decide whether or not to move on. Frankly, you thought he’d give up on you the moment the second quarter started. It was college, and you were never the one to hold him back from having fun and going to parties. The boys went to parties practically every weekend, some were for the sake of meeting new people to hook up with.

As much as his friends did those things, Jimin remained incredibly loyal to you. No other girl could compare to his girlfriend and if someone were to make a move on him, he’d stop it immediately. He’d text you when he got back to his dorm after every party, drunk or sober (most of the times, he was drunk). He didn’t hesitate to brag about his wonderful girlfriend to his entire hall. Jimin was all about you, it had always been like that for him.

So it was no surprise when he reacted the way he did during the breakup. Jimin swore that he’d come back for you one day. You meant everything to him and he knew you like the back of his hand; he knew you better than yourself. You two had a history that no one else had.

Jimin was coming down for the long weekend with the boys for a close friend’s weekend long birthday extravaganza. It had been six months since you two last spoke, but the mention of your college caused his heart to shake.

“I highly doubt we’d see her at the party. Namjoon told me that he has never bumped into (y/n).” Hoseok waved off Jimin’s nerves before Namjoon greeted the boys with open arms and a big grin.

“My favorites, I’m glad you were all able to make it down here for my big birthday bash.” He wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s broad shoulders and bumped at Jimin’s arm, “lighten up. You won’t see her here tonight.”

“And what makes you so sure about that?”

Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, “you’ll be too drunk to register her face if she does show up.”

His statement earned several laughs from the boys, but Jimin could only roll his eyes. He really debated on simply going home and skipping this weekend trip because now, he was too close for comfort. He was on your territory and he wasn’t sure what to do if he saw you again.

Six months was not enough time for Jimin to fully move on. He slept around with a few girls, but you were always in the back of his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, your sweet smile would flash in the darkness. He would have reoccurring dreams about your shared memories. He’d hate to admit it, but he really missed you.

But your words rang in his ears whenever he would selfishly indulged in your past, “I don’t want to see you for a very long time, Jimin. I just won’t be able to do it. I won’t be able to move on if we stayed friends.” He wanted to uphold your wishes because you still meant so much to him, it was the least he could do.

Jimin entered Namjoon’s huge house, the scent of alcohol and weed filling his system and music traveling through his pulse. There were occasionally greetings from a few mutuals and smiles from pretty girls, but Jimin went through the house without much defeat.

Jungkook was lost in the crowd after passing by a group of girls. Namjoon was bombarded with hugs and birthday wishes. Jimin headed towards the standing bottles of alcohol, pouring himself a cup full of something dark. He sipped his drink, scanning the house as he leaned against the kitchen island.

He finished his drink with impressive speed, not entirely aware of the rate he was consuming. The moment he turned around to pour himself another cup, a voice caused him to freeze. “Can you also pour me one?”

He had thought the alcohol was tricking him into believing the voice belonged to you, but when he turned around... he knew it wasn’t the alcohol messing with him. “(y/n).”

You blinked back at his stunned figure, equally as shocked. He admired how good you looked. He had to stifle in a laugh at your revealing, black dress. It hung loose around your shoulders and wrapped around your middle --- the dress he bought you for your guys’ 2nd anniversary.

He wasn’t sure what to believe at this point --- the fact that you’re actually standing in front of him after such an extensive time or the fact that you still wore the things he bought you.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was just above a whisper and your hand automatically went to twirl the necklace around your neck. It had a small pendant of the first letter of your name and your fingers instinctively went towards it whenever you got nervous.

Jimin set down his drink, “I’m close friends with Namjoon.”

“No way. My friend has the same writing class as him.” You tried to act normal, like you didn’t bump into your ex-boyfriend at a party. He looked exactly like how you left him, maybe a bit more tired and gray. Oh how you missed his soft, plump lips or how strong his arms felt.

As much as you wanted to forget about him, he always resurfaced in your mind at the strangest times. You could be studying and he’d pop up. You’d be clubbing with your friends and you’d think he was across the room. You still held onto him.

“It was good seeing you again, (y/n).” Jimin said before he handed you a cup of your favorite mix.

“Wait---” The words were flowing out of your mouth before you could catch them. “---Do you want to dance?” You couldn’t see him go anymore.

His eyes lit up and he smiled, something that always ran chills down your spine. “You want to dance with me?”

“Why not?” You smiled back and finished your cup before hitting the crowds of drunk, dancing people. You had gotten really close to Jimin, to the point where your chest was against his.

You could tell he was holding back, like he was trying so hard to respect your space still. But you blinked back up at his sad eyes, and noticed they were filled with love and wonder. And almost every memory you two shared came crushing down, wrapping you in nostalgia.

Grabbing his hands, you let them rest on your waist and his eyes widen at your bold action. Maybe it was the alcohol doing all the work, but you really wish he’d stop holding back. You always remembered Jimin to have huge restraint and patient. He was strong willed --- stubborn --- and was reserved. But once his boundaries were gone, he was something amazing.

“Why are you holding back, Jimin?” You asked before you could process the question. An evident pout appeared on your face and his hands dropped from your body.

“I can’t, (Y/N). I refuse to give you all of me just for you to hurt me again.” He whispered and walked off the dance floor. That was one of the biggest blows you’ve ever felt. You hurried on after him, trying to find a needle in a hay stack.

It was difficult, everyone blended with one another and you weren’t fully sober to play Where’s Jimin. You spotted a frantic Jungkook being mauled by girls left and right, so you hurried toward the crowd. You grabbed Jungkook by his collar and dragged him out of the sea of desperate girls.

You two stood outside of the house and Jungkook took several deep breaths before thanking you for saving him, “now, what do you want?”

“Where did Jimin go?”

“Why do you care where he went?” He said leaning against the stature of the overflowing building. The stern look on his face caused much intimidation and it was as if he had forgotten all the great memories you two had shared as friends.

Sighing, you racked your brain for any reasonable explanation besides that you want to see him. It was selfish of you to not consider how Jimin still felt about you, but you had been restraining yourself from viewing his social medias and even thinking about him at night. It was as if something went off when you did see him, you simply wanted more.

“Because I want to apologize to him for what had just happened. Please.” You were on the verge of tears and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Follow me.” He grumbled and started walking up the stairs to the second floor. He walked past several doors in the hallway before reaching the end. He knocked a specific pattern and the door cracked open slightly. Jungkook gestured for you to enter and whispered, “don’t hurt him anymore. That is all I ask of you.” Jungkook walked away as you entered the big room.

Jimin sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, back facing you. “Whatever it is, Kook, I don’t want to hear it right now.” His voice was hoarse and raspy.

“Jimin, I’m sorry for pushing you out there like that.”

His body turned stiff, like a thief caught in a crime. He cleared his throat, “it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine. I was never considerate to how you felt, and I want to change that.” The bed shifted with you weight pulling the mattress. Jimin’s warmth surround your left side and it hurt for you to remember how safe you felt in it.

He was hesitant to reach for your hand, but you grabbed his to reassure him. “I’m still so in love with you.” He admitted. His thumb ran across your knuckles. “Every time I see you, I feel nostalgic. There is no one in the whole world that knows me like you do and that means something. You will always mean something to me.”

And you blinked at him with words unspoken. Your heart was shaking in the palms of his hands. A part inside of you felt okay with that, like if were to let anyone ruin your life, it would be him.

Jimin picked up your chin. Looking into his glossy, red eyes, he read every bit of you and searched for the one sign he needed. Then he saw it, the familiar small twinkle in your eyes, and he knew exactly how you felt.

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professor-spacecakes · 5 years

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3: Ever had a terrible breakup?

I’ve never been in a proper romantic relationship, so none in that sense. I’ve had a really terrible friend break-up though. It’s a long story, so I’ll put it under Read More.

They’d approached me as a fan of one of my fanfictions and we ended up playing Overwatch together nearly every night. We got to be fast friends, and they even helped me start taking commissions for the first time, since they were an artist themselves.

Things were going okay for a while. They opened up to me and I tried my best to open up to them. They claimed to have a number of mental issues and I tried my best to be as supportive as humanly possible. I changed how I spoke for them, omitted certain words and even entire subjects from my vocabulary. I dropped everything and talked to them whenever they asked me to.

Unfortunately, they didn’t seem to afford me the same consideration. It started to unravel after I started streaming our Overwatch games for a while. We garnered a small following and decided to open up a Discord server for the fans. This friend of mine made it, since I barely knew how to use Discord at the time. After a little while, this friend grew uncomfortable with the discussions on the server and, without warning to anyone, just deleted it one night while I was asleep.

In the morning I found out about it from a post they’d made on tumblr that simply said they wouldn’t be joining in the streams anymore. I messaged them to ask what was wrong, and they said they decided dropping out of the streams was for their mental health and that they nuked the server. I remained calm, said it was okay, and merely stated that I would have liked for them to talk to me about it beforehand. They said “Why? This has nothing to do with you,” and I was just like… It kinda has everything to do with me? It was strange, since they had a habit of practically asking permission to do things when it had absolutely nothing to do with me. Honestly, looking back at it now, them saying that was probably a back-handed jab at me for saying they don’t need to consult with me on every little thing.

Anyway, that discussion sort of devolved into an argument. I said I was a little upset by what they’d done, because they always said I should let them know when they’ve done or said something to upset them, since they’d done that to me countless times. I’d always apologize profusely and promise never to do the thing again. This was the first time I’d gathered the courage to very calmly and politely raise my own concerns. Their response? “I’m sorry you feel that way.” This upset me even more, because it felt like they were putting the blame on me for being upset. I tried to explain this to them, again very calmly and politely, but they just started crying and said they don’t understand. I tried for hours to explain myself, because I was determined to actually stand up for myself for once and not to wimp out and bow my head like usual, but they were incapable of seeing someone else’s perspective on anything.

At this point, I didn’t know what to do. I asked a mutual friend of ours for advice, and they suggested we get into a group call together. It ended up with both of them ganging up on me, because of course I’m the mean one for making the one friend cry, even though they turn on the water works for everything. I mean literally everything. Then they tried to use the excuse that they were saying that to make me angry, thinking that I wouldn’t be sad anymore if I was mad for a second, because that’s apparently how they worked. I explained that’s not at all how I worked, and they were just like “oops lol” and went back to talking like nothing ever happened and never apologizing, despite the fact that I was still upset.

Rather than stream without them, because I knew playing Overwatch without them would upset them despite them being the one that didn’t want to do it anymore, I just quit streaming altogether to devote all of my game time to them.

Things kinda started to unravel after that. I once shared a video of a comedian whom I wasn’t aware they happened to despise, and even though I profusely apologized and promised not to share his videos with them anymore, they continued to hold that up as a counter every time they shared something with me that I didn’t care for, like watching that one video was the equivalent of donating a kidney to me and I owed it to them to watch and discuss stuff I didn’t like.

My depression got super bad in the months that followed, to the point where I could barely muster the energy to think. This friend kept messaging me everyday, and I really tried my best to reply to them as best I could, but all I could manage most of the time were one or two word responses. My brain was mush and I just felt so empty of everything. They kept hassling me to tell them what was wrong, and I did. I told them that I was in a bad spot with my depression and that I felt hollow. They just said they didn’t understand and, after the first thing they tried to do to cheer me up didn’t magically work, they got upset at me. I asked them what they wanted from me, and they said I wasn’t being “cheery” enough about my depression. “Gosh golly, [REDACTED], I’m just so darn depressed! Let’s just keep talking about things we like as though nothing’s wrong!” They literally wanted me to act that way. That’s what they said to me.

After that, I tried to adjust my sleep to stop staying up all night, and because of that I started missing our game sessions for a time. They assumed I was avoiding them. I wasn’t, I was genuinely sleeping. Then, any time I posted about anything in a negative light, they automatically assumed I was vagueing about them. I wasn’t, and despite telling them I wasn’t they started blatantly vagueing about me. I didn’t bother bringing it up. I knew I wouldn’t win that argument, and I didn’t have the energy for it.

Finally, again without any warning, I woke up one day to find that they’d unfriended and blocked me on all platforms, and created a new discord group for our Overwatch crew, only without me there. Despite all they’d done to that point, I wasn’t ready for our friendship to just be over like that. It sent my depression into full on suicidal mode. I made a few vaguely suicidal posts here on tumblr, and thankfully a lot of my followers jumped on that and sent me countless messages of support. They managed to calm me down before I did something stupid. You guys know who you are if you’ve stuck around since then. I legitimately owe you guys my life.

Unfortunately, and I know it was well-meaning, one of my followers that knew I was good friends with this person (but didn’t know they were the cause of me being so upset) contacted them and told them what was going on. So this person called me. On the phone. I’d like to emphasize this, because I don’t give my number to fucking anyone, but they’d pressured it out of me one day.

Anyway, they started off asking if my ringtone (”You Got The Touch” from the 80′s Transformers movie at the time) played when they called. I said it did and they said that made them happy. They then went on to talk about how they got complimented for a tote bag that I had sent them for Christmas, saying they thought that’d make me happy because I got it for them. I’d literally just recovered from a complete mental breakdown barely an hour before, so I was so completely exhausted that I could barely mumble out one-word responses.

So then they launch into this whole story about how they were suicidal before, except they were really gonna do it (implying I was just doing it for attention) but they randomly got a phone call from someone they never talk to that was also suicidal and that made them stop. Then they kinda sat there expecting me to thank them for being that person for me, but they weren’t, and it’s against my personal code of honor to lie to someone, even if it’s paying false compliments.

So then they started yelling at me, saying I was mean and selfish and an asshole and a genuinely bad person, ranting at me without letting me get a word in. Then they yelled at me for not getting angry. Then they they went back to trying to talk to me like nothing happened. I was too drained to say much, but I was still trying to cling to the friendship despite all that had happened, and tried to continue talking to them, afraid they’d never talk to me again if I hung up. Eventually I gave up and we ended the call and I went to bed.

In the morning I was a lot calmer and able to think more clearly. I sent a message to this person (having convinced them to unblock me the night before) and stated that we were clearly just people with personalities that naturally clashed, and that I didn’t expect them to try to be friends anymore. I was much more polite than I should have been.

I seethed internally for more than a year after that, the hate and rage and sadness for this former friend boiling endlessly inside me. There was literally not a day during that year that I didn’t think of them, and it was almost never in a kind way. I still get upset just thinking of them, and things I used to associate with them have sort of become triggers for me. I quit art for a year because they were an artist and I wanted to distance myself from them as much as possible. I avoid Transformers, a fandom I’d gotten them into to the point of them obsessing over it, particularly Rodimus. RoadRat now has an underlying bitterness to it. I flinch whenever I hear or read things they used to say constantly, like “heckin” or “blease” or using question marks in the middle of sentences that aren’t questions, or loud declarations of one’s homosexuality when they see something they like or are attracted to; unfortunate, as these are still quite common in today’s internet slang. I have a paranoid panic attack whenever I see anyone online with the word “Scrub” in their username. I’m automatically wary of anyone who has the same mental illness(es) as them because they always used that as an excuse for everything they did to me. I feel especially guilty about that one, but I can’t help it. They were sex-obsessed, so I’ve become repulsed by anyone talking to me or about me in a sexual manner. I automatically keep fans that approach me and try to become friends with me at arm’s length, because that’s how they came into my life. Because of that, I can count all of the friends I have on just one hand.

So yeah, that’s the story.

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NPC Going Through A Break Up

[Genre] Angst

[Sum.]

you initiate the breakup + the links are songs don’t mind my bad music taste

NO GIFS BELONG TO ME!!

Cai Xukun

A wreck. Xukun knew that you and he had been falling apart for a while but when he found your things all packed up and you looking at him teary-eyed. He broke down, he felt as if everything was slipping through his fingers. Xukun tried to beg for you to stay as he couldn’t imagine what to do without you, the thought was unimaginable. Yet when he saw your gaze avoiding him he knew it was hard on you too which made him question why it had to come to this, why was ending it the only solution? Was he causing you so much pain? Xukun was an emotional mess for a long time afterward. He could only put on a facade for his fans but once the cameras were gone he was too, he spent minimal time outside and laid in his bed most days just remembering all the good times he had with you. He was breaking his heart on his own as he would take it upon himself to stare at pictures of you wishing to see you once again, he missed you more and more every day after you cut yourself out of his life. His friends didn’t know what to do for him, they couldn’t fix his broken heart even though they wanted to. Once Xukun heard of you moving on, he hit his bottom but doing so made him piece himself back together. He didn’t want to cling to something that was already gone.

Chen Linong

Friends? You and Linong started off as friends before you started to date but once your feelings started to change you had to put an end to it because it wasn’t fair to Nong but surprisingly he wanted to stay friends. He went along with you saying that he wasn’t really feeling anything from your relationship in the first place which was a lie. His heart broke the second you said you wanted to end things but he didn’t want you to cut him off. Linong wanted to be close to you any way possible so he placed his infamous smile on and hid his true feelings behind it. When he was around you, he tried his hardest to be the best friend you wanted but everyone else knew his true feelings. One night after spending the whole day with you, Linong was laying in his room staring at a photo of the both of you together and he finally broke down facing the heartbreak he had been pushing away for months. Nong spent the night crying and let everything he held inside out, once he was done he realized that your relationship was never going to get back what the two of you had so he put himself first for once and began to distance himself from you and spent time with his other friends as they were always trying to introduce him to new people. He wanted to find a way for you both of you to be happy.

Fan Chengcheng

Always on and off. Chengcheng was always left on a thread as he never knew how you truly felt and you the same with him. He loved you with every part of his being but he never really tried to change and make you see it. You both would get in fights over and over again and you were growing tired of it. It was always you pulling the strings when it was getting too much and this time you wanted to end it forreal because nothing was changing and it wasn’t healthy for either of you. Usually he would go out and have fun with his friends when the break up first happened because he always assumed once he gave an apology everything would work out. Cheng could see that this time was different as people would tell him that you were seeing new people. That caused him to stay at home avoiding others and leaving you drunk messages saying sorry for whatever he did and he needed you back. Everyone told him he should quit trying to go back because the relationship is toxic but he can’t help himself because he loved being with you even if it only hurts him in the end. Yet when he sees you moving on with one of your friends his world just breaks. He never really thought there would be an end to your relationship but as he saw that you were really done with him this time he just broke down. Everything was grey to him for a while until he started to rebuild himself. He knew he wasn’t going to be with anyone for a while because he loved you but if he can’t make you happy then he had no other choice but to let go.

Justin

Y/n who? Justin actually took the new chance to freedom. He was thrilled to have the ability to do what he wants without having to worry if it was okay with you. His friends were a bit surprised as he seemed to be just fine with such bad news but they didn’t pay too much mind to it since he was young, they assumed it must have been a small fling. Yet, Justin would spend most of his time surrounded people having a blast until he would knock himself out. Soon enough everyone found out why he played around and smiled, he was a mess. Justin avoided being by himself because you filled his thoughts which broke his heart. He was young, yeah but he really did love you and he thought attending parties would erase any chance of missing you but somehow it made it worse. He would go to his empty bedroom extremely exhausted and miss you sitting there doing your homework, playing with his hair as he laid in your lap, or having your usual late night talks about nothing in particular. Justin would just miss you. He would spend many of the late night hours staring at your picture and crying, yelling at you to tell him why he wasn’t enough. Justin would put in a lot of effort to find someone new to love.

Lin Yanjun

Regret. Yanjun knew he could be a bit much when he is stressed and he knew it wasn’t your fault. After your fight, when you stormed out, he didn’t have a single care because he knew you’d be back in the morning but when you hadn’t contacted him in a week he became scared. Was this really the end? One day you finally arrived at his apartment to collect your things, you officially end your long-term relationship with Yanjun. You couldn’t deal with the fights and it seemed as if he was slipping away for a while. Yanjun was a wreck, he wouldn’t really know how to deal with himself. He hated coming home to find that you and were gone. It made him feel empty. He would spend countless nights going out to party at clubs trying to find a way to escape reality but he always finds himself on his kitchen floor crying at 3 am leaving you drunk voicemails telling you sorry and asking you to come back. He felt like nothing without you. He was a mess which just got worse as time went on, he just couldn’t get you out of his head, you were all he cared about. Nothing else mattered. Soon enough he knew he would have to find someone else but he just couldn’t think about any of that right now, he only wanted you back in his arms.

Zhu Zhengting

Mutual. You had wanted to call it quits with Zhengting as you knew you weren’t going to be able to put up with his insane schedule and Zhengting didn’t want to put you through that pain so he agreed. Right now just wasn’t a good time for either of you. His friends would be worried about how he was taking this too well. He always had a smile, never showing any sign of heartbreak. Once he was alone he would spend countless hours rereading your texts and staring at your picture, he wanted to see you. He wanted to know how you were doing, he wanted to tell you that he felt empty without you. He wanted to tell you to come back. He couldn’t. Ting didn’t want to put the both of you through this heartache. He was too scared to hear you reject him, he knew he would break down into nothing. Yet, every night his thumb hovered over your contact. You were always on his mind and he didn’t know how to deal with it. He felt as if though he had made the biggest mistake of his life letting you go. He regrets not begging you to stay or at least to be friends. Having you out of his life hurt more than anything he would have thought possible. Zhengting knew that the chance of you accepting his heart again was slim to none which made it even worse. He couldn’t feel anything anymore, he just wanted to cry and scream but he knew it was his own fault for letting you slip away.

Wang Ziyi

A mess. After hearing the heartbreaking words leave your mouth Ziyi’ s mind would go blank. What? You’re leaving him for his friend? He really couldn’t wrap his head around it. How did this happen? Ziyi would spend hours on hours rereading your old messages while tears filled his eyes. He would stare at his pictures of you both smiling and in love. He spent lots of time with his friends as they kept him from doing stupid things he would regret the next morning. Ziyi then went through a time where he would blame himself, thinking that he was the one who drove you away from the healthy relationship you had. His friends quickly closed down those thoughts saying you weren’t the one because he was a great boyfriend which reassured him but he felt that he was at fault in some way. Due to his feelings and him having a heart of gold, Ziyi couldn’t blame you for your choices. After about months would go by before Ziyi could finally build up the courage to throw your things out and cut you out of his life. Moving on? It would be hard but knew he was going to have to get back out there eventually, he didn’t want to miss out on life because of his heartbreaking past.

Xiao Gui

Lost. When you left he was confused. You were on his mind every second of the day wasn’t that plenty? You talked about how your relationship was going south for a while and you thought you could be able to deal with it but it turned out to be too much. The many nights he would spend at work and the lack of communication, it was all just too much to deal with. Xiao Gui had never noticed before, yet when you left he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t beg for you to stay. He gave you his everything, he loved you more than anything. He would spend almost every night in the club trying to find someone new to spend the night with just so he could feel somewhat better but he could never go through with it. He just wanted to forget you but the love he felt for you never left and it broke his heart. He cried and cried wondering what he had done wrong. Why couldn’t he be enough for you? Xiao Gui spent hours pushing himself to do anything so he wouldn’t think of you. His friends could see that this breakup tore him apart and they honestly couldn’t do anything to help because they knew meeting someone new was was impossible right now so they had to watch him destroy himself. Xiao Gui was angry at everything, mostly himself. He didn’t know what happened and he didn’t know how to make things right. After months Xiao Gui would reach back out to you and ask you for another chance to make things right.

You Zhangjing

Moving on. Zhangjing loved you more than anything. You were his buddy for everything, he felt like he could be himself around you. When you ended things he was a wreck he didn’t know what he had done. Zhangjing didn’t try to ask you to stay because he knew he wasn’t going to change your mind, you were serious. He was empty for most of the time after he left, he didn’t how to act now that you were gone and his friends didn’t know how to comfort him. When he heard things about you moving on and being happy made him feel at ease. He cared for you more than anybody else so of course, he wanted you to be enjoying yourself. He tried talking to new people to ease his pain, he knew none of them could replace you though. He dreamed of spending the rest of his life with you and the fact that you didn’t want to be with him anymore ruined him but he wasn’t going to hurt himself thinking about the past because he knew that it was gone. There was no more Zhangjing and Y/n. As much as it hurt him, he didn’t want to mope like a kid, he was willing to move on and try to find happiness for you. You always took a place in his heart, he wasn’t going to be able to forget you anytime soon but he wasn't going to let the loss of you hurt him anymore

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