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funky-fox-fics · 4 months

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Am I the asshole for killing my best friend?

Hear me out, this isn't rage bait, I promise.

So, like a week ago, me (30M) and like a dozen other people went on a camping trip. We didn't really know each other, but we were pretty sure it'd be fun to have a bit of bonding.

Halfway through the trip there, we get lost in the middle of a forest. As if this isn't bad enough, car dies abruptly. Guy who owns it doesn't know what happened. We have no cell service, no car, nothing.

We were standing there, trying to contact someone for god's sake, when a wild animal - a bear, I think - came running out of the forest and injures this guy, S (29M). Badly. Broken arm, wounds, thank goodness it wasn't rabid or something. I chase it off, but everyone realizes the woods are unsafe. Before long, R (31M) and M (32M) decide to split off from the actual group. S pledges his loyalty to me because R and M weren't here. The rest of us split up, and it's only me and S.

Rest of the day goes by. We set up camp at the top of this big sandy hill. S stole a survivalist guide from M so we know what's safe to eat. Two others, J (27M) and his boyfriend, come and we share the stuff we forage. None of us die, which is good.

Next day, we find out someone's stolen the survivalist guide. We track down R and M, and it turns out they have it. They agree to let is take pictures of the important pages (we have solar chargers) if we agree to help them search for stuff. We agree, but they don't let us take pictures of important stuff - like what berries are safe to eat or not. S has a terrible memory but didn't show anyone else, so now only R and M know what is safe to eat. They tell us they don't trust us, which is weird, but S decides to give them some food in return. We take a few of the nonpoisonous food we saved, and we leave it near their little tent.

Except the next day M comes to tell us: R is gravely wounded and may die from his injuries.

I'm shocked. It turns out that a bear had come, attracted by the berries, and now R is swearing vengeance for our mistake.

Everything is a whirlwind after that. R and three others form an alliance against me and S for killing R, the three people join on M's side, me and S are left with J (22M) and his boyfriend. I swear I didn't mean for the bear to come, but it just did.

And then S breaks his leg after he falls into a ravine, and M decides to repay me what I did to R.

Long story short, everyone... dies. I can't believe it, even as I type it out. Everyone is dead. Everyone. I'm sorry if I sound callous, I get like that when I'm grieving. But M tried to come after me, so I hit him in the stomach and- someone stepped on him, and me and J and S and J's boyfriend were trying to defend ourselves, and- well. Everyone died.

Now's where I might be the AH. It came down to me and S, but I swear I could see the ghosts of everyone dead. Me and S were just on the hill, and S was trying to weasel his way out of it, but then S was on the edge and something hissed in my ear in R's voice to kill him and I just pushed him off right there and then.

It was like I'd gone deaf. Everything was silent. I waited there for five minutes, staring at S's broken body, but he was still very dead.

I decided to do what no one else had done, and I took the food and ran away from everything. Abandoned the car and the tents. I don't care who finds it now, it doesn't matter, they'll find my friends first. I ran for a long time, thank goodness I was a cross country runner in high school, and finally I made it to a really small town with cell service. I'm writing this now as I work up the courage to see if I can't get back to Hermitcraft and tell everyone what happened. I know I can't stay there, but maybe they'll hear me out before killing me too. I'm so sorry, S. I didn't mean to kill you, not really. RIP.

So, now, I ask you all: am I still the asshole?

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ddonovanrp · 1 year

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I walked across the well manicured lawn of Crescent Hill Cemetery, making my way to you. It's the 26th now, I'm 6 whole days late for your birthday. I made it to the headstone and looked around the area. I couldn't bring myself to read the inscriptions in that concrete slab. I knew what it said, the name, dates, quote and all was burned into my memory; right along with events that wound you up here. It was the very first 'worst day of my life'.

I knelt down, a bright red single rose dangled from my hand. "Hi mom.." I said into the night like you were actually there. "..it's me." I continued talking to your grave. I stared at the smooth cool stone and sighed. You weren't here. You'd been gone for nearly 20 years now.

"I miss you." I said to the earth. The image of us standing on the front porch of home came into my mind. You were wearing a yellow sun dress that had little flowers all over it. Your hair was still dark, despite the gray stands decorating the sides. Your eyes still just as dark as always; a image of me looking back. I was your first child. The only boy and your baby. I could hear the thuds of my boots cross the deck as we walked to your favorite swing and sat down to gossip about the latest. You were holding my hand and watching me like you were so proud as I told you the news. You were going to be a grandma again. My girlfriend is pregnant and you cried. You would have met her by then. And I know you would have loved her just as much as I do.

I smiled to myself as I pictured the transaction. Following up with a sucker punch to the gut as my gaze flicked to the end date. That date was like a dagger in my chest still after so long. My eyes moved to the little dash that separated those two dates. A dash that represents life, but that dash just wasn't long enough. You'd missed out on everything. I was 8, Harper was only 2 when we lost you. Our whole lives changed that day and a part of me died with you.

I laid the rose on top of the headstone and sighed. "Happy Birthday Momma. I'm sorry I'm late." I said to your grave, misery lacing my voice. The day i lost you, I lost a big part of myself. The happy go- lucky child that was your son dissapeared that night. I was the poor kid whose momma got shot by thugs. Trashy bikers looking to settle a score. A deal gone wrong that had gotten us all in the crossfire with one fatal mistake. I watched as the lights went out of your eyes that night. You'd told me to hide but I was scared. Too scared to run, i knew I'd get caught- there were just too many of them. They'd raided the club house and was demolishing everything. I'd hid under the bed, it was low enough to the ground it wasn't suspicious and I was just barely small enough to fit. I remember covering my nose and mouth trying my hardest not to make a sound. I remember them kicking the door in and how you screamed at them to get out. The smack that echoed in my head from where he hit you across the face still echos in my head. The gunshot still rings in my ears and the look in your eyes as you hit the ground, looking around franticly trying to locate me before our eyes collided and You'd done your best to smile, reassuring me it was okay. Blood trickled out of the corner of your mouth and you were gone. Just like that.

I watched as you left me through tears that hadn't spilled yet. Heavy black boots walked in between us blocking my view, "fuck you idiot. That was their president's ol lady. You better hope they get ahold of Dexton or you're dead." He chuckled. The son of a bitch laughed as they walked out of the room leaving us there. My dad. This was his fault. He was the president of this club, he'd started this war. He'd gotten you killed. 'I'll never forgive him' I silently swore, those tears finally falling as I started into the face of my mother, dead.

Sighing I kissed my finger tips and pressed it to the top of your stone. I was 28 now-a grown man. You'd think it would have gotten easier, i thought to myself before in shoved my hands into my front pockets and stepped back. It was nearly 5 am and I'd been gone on a run for about 2 days longer than I'd meant to be. The girl I'd accidentally fallin in love with has expected me home Thursday afternoon and here it was Saturday morning. Plans changed last minute when we ran into some trouble in Alabama. The crew we'd fucked up in Nevada apparently had friends we didn't know about.

I tucked my head down into my jacket, trying to keep my neck and ears warm as I walked across the Graveyard headed back to the gate. I had about 30 more minutes ride until I was at the apartment i'd decided to rent for now. My son was back from his grandmother's and I was now expecting another baby! I needed a place of my own until we were ready to buy. Hopefully she'd be there, sleeping in my full size bed, knowing I'd be there soon. I swung my leg over the once again cold leather seat and started the engine. ---------------------------------------- -> 9.26.2020 -> #Damian #Momma

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blackcherrykiss · 3 years

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.1)

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genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

*note: pronouns she/her is used just in the beginning for the reader/whoever you imagine in this situation.

Wispy grass cuts at her ankles like shards of glass as she gravitated toward the endless forest. She had grown curious after desperate and painful cries could be heard from the forest during the deadly hours of the night. These cries had been going on for days if not weeks, keeping her wide awake at night. She now stood just a few feet away from the thin line between sun-glazed grass and a gravely dim forest. It was as if the shadowed forest was calling her name until a cold hand wrenched at her wrist.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Jungwon quickly stopped Y/N from getting any closer to the darkness that radiated from the unknown.

"Why does it matter? And let go of my wrist it hurts!" She raised her voice while trying to haul her arm out of his painfully tight grip.

"It's against the rules!" Jungwon urged.

It was true, the adults and caregivers at the boarding school had always mentioned that the forest was forbidden for many unanswered reasons. But breaking the rules wasn't something that would cause Jungwon to act like this.

"As if you haven't broken any rules before," Y/N's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head when she said that. "It wasn't like I was actually going to go anyways..." Her tone lowered, letting go of any curiosity beyond the boundary to avoid a further argument with him.

"Sorry... I was just... Worried." He muttered with a wave of relief in his shaky voice. His tense shoulders had finally lowered as he exhaled with a long breath.

"Worried?" Y/N says with a clear question mark in her voice, "So you hear it too at night... Don't you?"

"Hear what at night?" Y/N could hear the very lie slip right through his tongue.

"The cries in the woods late at night. Don't act like you don't hear it Yang Jungwon."

He froze, his body growing stiffer and tenser at the sound of his full name being said.

"Look, I don't know... Let's just head back... Our curfew isn't long and you know that." He shook his head and pulled her by the wrist, this time without as much force.

Jungwon was just another one of your friends. If anything, the two of you weren't that close. But these days, your friendship had actually begun to deepen with him. You were both oddly similar and clicked faster than most people. And with his calm and mature personality, talking with him was never a chore.

However, seeing him so worked up and hostile over "breaking rules" was so unusual. The vivid memory only seemed to linger in the back of your mind along the walk back.

"Jungwon are you hiding something from me?" You trailed behind, ensuring your heels pedalled in harmony up the concrete steps.

"I'm not hiding anything." He sighed with a clear rise of frustration in his bleak tone.

The sound of his sharp sigh intimidated you, creating a deafening silence throughout the rest of the journey back. The loud sound of nothingness only came to an end once you had crossed paths with a familiar face.

"Oh, Yang Jungwon! I was waiting for you." A scarlet haired boy hollered.

You knew the red-head. It was no other than Lee Heeseung but it wasn't like he knew your face or your name. You were always kind of a nobody to people. Meanwhile, Heeseung was part of a collection of boys who happen to be the hottest topic amongst the female dorm. Who doesn't know them?

"Who's this?" Heeseung sneaked in a smile that exposed his pearly teeth after you connected eyes with him.

"You should get going Y/N... I'll explain another time." Jungwon shook his head, trying to end any further conversation between you and Heeseung.

"You're friends with him?" You whispered, completely ignoring what he had just said. Your eyes could just not believe they were seeing Lee Heeseung so up close. You couldn't help it, he was so pretty for no reason. You stare in awe only to trip up the last step of the staircase, scraping your hand horribly against the pavement in an attempt to catch yourself. Your face began to bubble with embarrassment, a slow but hot burn boiling at your cheeks. Perhaps your falling made it quite obvious you were distracted by the look of Heeseung as he was quick to react.

"Are you alright?" Heeseung came closer from behind Jungwon, making you dizzy with the feeling of hallucination. You were so convinced he was a hologram.

"It's only bleeding a bit. I'll be fi..." You couldn't finish your sentence now that you were utterly lost in his eyes. He crouched down beside you with eyes that glittered like the first snow. You were pathetically falling for him at that moment, breathless.

"Are you sure?" He took your hand with a feathery touch, bringing himself dangerously close to exam it. He knew exactly what he was doing as his scent lured you deep into his entrance. "Your hand doesn't look alright." Heeseung hummed as your hand oozed with crimson blood when he applied pressure near the wound. The sight of the excessive amount of bright red liquid streaming down to your forearm causing you to wince.

There was something about seeing others bleed that didn't affect you as much as seeing your own. It was as if the wound hurt a thousand times more now that you could visibly see the blood coming out of you.

"I have bandaids in my d-dorm. I think I have tissues in my bag a-actually.." You said a little more light-headed as more blood streamed down the side of your palm. Heeseung's clutch on your flesh only seemed to turn his knuckles white when you said that.

"Is that so?" Heeseung brought your wrist close to his lips to the point where you could feel the steam of his breath hit your flesh. Before you question him further he began licking from where the blood had rolled down, up until the tip of his tongue met the fresh wound. You were at a loss of words as Jungwon yanked you as far away as possible from Heeseung.

Your head went into a blur as Jungwon spun you around with quick steps. You weren't sure what was happening or where he was even dragging you but whatever just happened, had left a weird taste in your mouth.

"Slow down Jungwon... I'm getting really light-headed." You said while clenching onto your forehead but he didn't seem to stop. "Jungwon what's the matter with you?!" You shouted, causing him to finally stop in his tracks.

You caught your breath and kept losing balance trying to stand still. Your head was spinning and you started to feel sick to your stomach.

"I didn't mean for your introduction with Heeseung to be like that... God, this is so messed up? I'll take you to the nurse, don't worry about this all... Shit, I'm so sorry..." He began rambling as he shook his head.

"No... No, it's alright just drop me off to the girl's dorm I'll be fine. I just don't know what's going on. That was just kind of weird... Right? I'm not crazy right?" You just couldn't believe Heeseung had just licked your hand, your blood. It was so alarming and strange.

"Just stay away from him. Please."

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I know the first chapter was super lame but I swear the other chapters get more interesting. Every detail I include in this book is important to make a mental note of. only going to update on here if people find this interesting :)

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#enhypen vampire #enhypen fanfic #enhypen vampire au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jungwon #heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #sunghoon #sunoo #enhypen niki #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Loss

The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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ᴅᴀʏ 𝟷𝟼; ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

-> shimizu kiyoko.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; kiyoko evokes memories of her lost love.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; mentions of death, grieving.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.4k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; angst.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; yeah u should listen to mr loverman by rick montgomery bc i wrote it while listening to that song 😃 yes i killed the reader what y'all gonna do bout it

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kiyoko couldn't remember a time withouth your bright smile in her days, scaring the gray clouds away. you would sit outside her house, right by her side, sharing laughs and secrets. kiyoko kept those memories lock inside her mind, as her most precious secret, and she would always do it, no matter how long it passed.

"kiyo look! i made a ring with a flower!" her eyes, hid behind a big pair of glasses, showed amazement. she didn't care that your hands were covered in dirt after playing on the garden for hours while she read, safely on a bench, following your every move. "give me your hand" you demanded, grabbing it by yourself without giving her time to react.

despite your usual energic being, like most eight years old, whenever you were around your friend, she felt like fine china. a sudden feeling of fear ran down her back, accompanied by a warmness in her belly. you took her ring finger, placing your newest work on it with more care than ever in your life, affraid you would hurt her. to you, and everyone actually, kiyoko was like a porcelain doll. her fair skin, her beautiful face, her sweet voice, confirmed your hypothesis. the first time you saw kiyoko in the playground, you had to ask your parent if she was a real girl, because you've never seen someone that pretty.

"o-only married couples share rings, y/n" she said quietly, going over your gift with her free hand. leaving aside her complain, she seemed to be delighted with it.

"then we'll get married, and i'll give you all the rings in the world!"

shimizu had those words inked on her brain for quite a while, even now ten years later, they would come back. she wasn't sure if it was a memory or a dream anymore. her phone vibrated on her night table, showing a text from tanaka saying he was on his way there, with a sigh, she got up from her bed, thinking on making something to eat for her boyfriend. on days like that, she would prefer being alone, but she couldn't say no to him. he was good to her.

the girl walked down the hall which connected the living room with the dorms, looking at the walls, searching for you with her eyes. a smile formed on her lips when she saw the picture, you eternally kissing her cheek, grabbing onto her face, making her smile more brightly than ever in her life. she thanked her mom internally for taking that picture, after all, it was the only one you two had. her fingers reached your image, following your traces as if that way, she could actually feel your skin against her again. kiyoko always regretted not kissing you one more time, not holding you in her arms for a second longer.

"try to sleep, or you'll end up falling asleep in the middle of the race tomorrow" kiyoko smiled at your sleepy voice, she knew you were sleeping when she decided on calling you, despite knowing you wouldn't get mad, she still felt a little guilty for waking you in the middle of night.

"i can't sleep, i'm too nervous" it was your turn to smile, thinking on how cute she must've looked while talking. it was almost a routine, her anxiety appearing before an important competition. "can you talk to me, please?"

her wishes were granted, you started talking about the last show you watched, in a low, soft tone. you were aware kiyoko felt safe with you, safe enough to sleep with you, and how she found comfort on you. you still felt reluctlant to her only being able to sleep at the sound of your voice, but her kitten like snores came sooner than usual. you found yourself laying in bed, eyes closed, listening to her sounds, and a while later, you too fell in morpheous arms.

a knock on the door scared her memories away, leaving her on the verge of tears. she hurried to the bathroom, trying to wash off the hints of sadness in her face before letting ryunosuke in. he kissed her as a greeting, hugging her by the waist. kiyoko wanted to get away, like the act was disrespectful to your memory. she knew she was wrong though, you wouldn't want her sulking for the rest of her life, thinking of what could've been if life wasn't so damn awful.

"brought dinner" smiled her boyfriend, not realizing what was she going through. it itsn't his fault, kiyoko thought, he doesn't even know she existed.

they set the table for two, talked a little while eating and watched a movie. tanaka wasn't good at taking hints, but even him sensed there was something wrong. he excused himself at midnight, saying he needed something from his house for work tomorrow, maybe she needed some time alone. kiyoko was grateful, because she kept thinking she was cheating on you. so stupid, i can't cheat on someone who isn't here.

kiyoko laid in bed once again, hugging a pillow. it always happened around this time of the year, she should be used to it by now, according to her old therapist. except that she wasn't, not at all. you were always on her mind, but these days she just couldn't escape. it killed her to think about all the broken promises, the things left unsaid. you had plans together, so many plans. in middle school, she longed the day you would travel with each other, conquering the world by your side. she wanted to go back home and find you there, kiss you every night and every morning, have children with you and grow old together as you had done until that day, to know it would never be possible was enough to make her feel miserable.

she kept a box under her bed, almost empty, with the last few things she had of you. a shirt you wore to sleep, a rushed note saying how much you loved her and an old stuffed bear kiyoko won for you at a carnival. that was all she could find in her house of you after the incident, all she was allowed to keep. the first few months she couldn't even bring herself to look at your belongings, how was it possible that your whole existence was reduced to this? you were so much things to kiyoko, nowhere near what those stuff represented. you were love, you were happiness, you were freedom, you were all kiyoko wanted in life and you were ripped away from her.

at two a.m, she found herself once again awake, but she was well aware of the fact that you weren't there to save her anymore. what was she supposed to do when she needed you, more than ever? in a mess of tears, she went outside, headed for her car. the air was cold, hostile, like it was warning her to stay home. the mostly empty streets were perfect for her desperate speed, barely stopping at red lights. she made a road of twenty minutes in ten, a road she hadn't done in quite a while. nonetheless, she knew what she was looking for was still there. kiyoko ran out her car when she got there, crossed the gate, gaining a suspicious look from the guard. she walked towards you, knowing the way a little too well for someone who didn't visit in years.

your name read in the grave, and the remaining force she had in her legs was suddenly gone. tears drowned her sight, holding tightly to the ground beneath hear. sometimes, kiyoko questioned herself if you really existed, she lost all contact with your family after, not being able to see anyone who looked like you, but in that moment, all her supressed memories came back. your first kiss, a peck on the lips, so fast that it might've not even happened, only it did, and it was followed by deeper, better kisses, and eternal love declarations. the first time she held your hand, how flustered you got over her taking the initiative. falling asleep in your arms, you caressing her hair. you kissing her strech marks, promsing you loved her just as she was. the image of your happy self, bursting into cheerings everytime she won a race, filled with pride. all your picnics together, beach days, roadtrips, night snick outs.

everything was real, kiyoko was sure of it. your love for her was real, her love for you couldn't be stopped, not even by death. it hurt so bad, all she wanted to do was see you one more time, feel your warm body against hers. she needed you with her, and it was tearing her apart.

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ramblingaboutthings · 4 years

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The stars | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word count: 2.7k (the longest I've ever written UwU)

Warnings: curse words because my Italian self doesn't have self control in this kind of things lmao. Also a little amount of angst and FLUFFFFFFFF.

A/N: I'm actually alive and I'm so proud of this, I hope you'll like it too!!

Summary: you think you could never stand a chance with James Potter but little do you know, he's just oblivious to the fact that he has stronger feelings than simple friendly love toward you.

The day had begun in the best way, you’d gotten an excellent mark in divination that you somehow found really difficult and boring. Then you went to have lunch, like, you were absolutely starving.

You’d usually sit with the marauders but today you weren’t in the mood. You sat with your group of friends instead.

You sat right beside Lily and you were talking about something you weren't really interested in, she giggled as she muttered something about Severus and blushed lightly.

You smiled widely when you realized that maybe she was starting to develop feelings.

Then your eyes traveled around the table only to find James already staring in your direction, well in Lily's direction actually. A piece of your heart shuttered.

"Y/n! Are you even listening?" Lily laughed and you shook your head.

"Sorry Lils I got caught up in my thoughts" you answered, suddenly feeling awkward.

"You like that idiot" she pointed out, smiling softly.

Your eyes widened at her statement, you looked back between her and James before looking away, suddenly finding the slytherin table interesting. You tried to change the subject, starting with the homework you had to do but Lily wouldn't budge.

"You like him don't you?" She asked again gaining a huff from you.

"Maybe, I mean he's cute, he's funny but he likes you not me. Who'd even like me? Look at me!" You said, feeling the tears that managed to escape from your eyes, on your face.

Lily smiled sadly.

"You'll never quit with that low self esteem, will you? You're beautiful, clever and if he doesn't like you for who you are then fuck him Y/n/n" she reassured you.

You looked again towards James, this time he was actually staring at you and as soon as he met your gaze he smiled mouthing a "why aren't you sitting with us?".

You shrugged "I'll see you later" you mouthed back.

Meanwhile Lily's beautiful smile now became a playful smirk." I think at least one time he has thought about the fact that he likes you, and not me" you gave her a small shake of your head, signaling her to stop. She just tilted her head to the side while you went back to your staring session. Eyes still watery.

“hey.” Sirius hit Remus lightly in the chest. “Look at Y/n.”

Remus followed his friend’s gaze, and his eyes widened when he saw you staring at James, furiously wiping at the tears rolling down your cheeks. You try to avoid their gaze, but they'd already noticed you “y/n, what happened?” Sirius mouthed, brown eyes searching yours with concern.

"Nothing" you answered.

“whats up?" James asked his two friends, noticing the worry in their faces. Then he met your gaze and crossed his arms, looking away, with an angry expression. Angry? Why would he be angry at you? You frowned.

You saw Sirius come up to you “Who do I need to beat up?” he asked.

You sniffled and rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, laughing dryly. “No one.”

“it's Prongs. Isn't it?”

"I said I'm fine Black!" you spatted.

“Hang on, (y/n), firstly you never said tha–”

“Y/n!” James’ cheerful voice called from behind you, and your eyes widened in surprise. “What’s up?” he asked, stopping next to you with a grin. That grin fell, however, when he noticed your red eyes and wet cheeks. He reached for you and inquires in a soft voice: “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll see you guys later.” And, with that, you stepped past the two boys and disappear.

James’ wide eyes found Sirius’s. “Who do I need to beat down?” he asks gravely.

Sirius shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. “Prongs, you are that stupid, you could fail a test on yourself.” He walked past James, bumping his shoulder against his as he went, and stormed off in the opposite direction you ran away to.

“James Potter!”

Despite his now sad mood, James’s head couldn't help but lift at the sound of Lily’s angry voice coming from beside him. “Ah, Lily” He smiled broadly and spun around, only to meet a hard slap to his left shoulder.“Ow–hey! What the fuck was that for?” he asked placing a hand on the spot she'd slapped him.

Lily gritted her teeth and poked a finger on his chest. “You, James Potter, are a real asshole.”

“What did I–”

“You need to stop chasing after me, I don't like you and I never will and think about the real girl you're in love with instead! Everyone has noticed James” the redhead hissed before running after you. Leaving James quite confused.

She found you on your bed, staring at the many sky maps you hung on your wall. She knew you'd been crying again.

"Y/n, he'll realize how good you are sooner or later" she whispered approaching you.

You rolled your eyes.

"As if" you laughed darkly.

Lily giggled "y/n, do you realize that with all those protective manners toward you, he can't see you only as a friend?"

"Can you stay with me? We don't have classes this afternoon, we could just chill here" you almost pleaded changing the subject of the discussion.

Lily smiled softly and nodded before jumping on your bed.

One hour later, the marauders were all reunited in their own dorm room. James was thinking about what Lily had said some moments before, but actually the real thing he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about was your sad face. This image was like printed inside of his mind.

"Prongs, we're heading off to Y/n and Lily's room, do you want to come?" Remus asked suddenly.

James slowly nodded his head, now all he wanted to do was comfort you, all he wanted was to look into your eyes and make you smile, because it was like his favourite pastime, making you smile was like recieving a gift. You were a gift, a gift that the world decide to give him.

"James?" Remus snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah coming"

They sneakily made their way to the girls dorm, and when they finally got inside, you were done crying and was laughing at something that Lily'd said. James smiled at the scene.

"Hey girls! Y/n was in a bad mood so we decided to lift your spirits" Sirius exclaimed.

You gasped, as you didn't even hear the door open. Then your eyes met James' hazel ones.

"hey Y/n/n, is everything alright?" He asked you as he made his way to your bed.

"Yup, much better now" you instinctively hugged him, even though he was the cause of her previous sadness.

He smiled inhaling your scent and you did the same thing.

He sat on the bed and you laid on his lap.

The rest of the people smiled at each other with knowing looks.

You, oblivious to the many glances, quickly fell asleep lulled by James' heartbeat.

Lily rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “Merlin’s beard! You like her! Leave me the hell alone!" Lily whisper yelled.

"What are you talking about, Evans?" He asked, genuine confusion covering his face.

"You like your best friend, we've all noticed except you. Open your eyes, Prongs” And, with one last groan of frustration, Sirius knocked some sense into James

It hit him like a train, he liked you! Of course he did, how could've he been so dense? He'd actually liked you for a long time, every time you blushed, he smiled. Every time you would kiss him on the cheek, he'd even lightly blush.

Did you like him? He asked himself as his gaze settled on your graceful sleeping face. He would have never thought about it if Sirius hadn’t literally knocked the fact into his head. He finds himself going through all of his memories of you. You even gave him, -your crush- advice on how to win another girl over.

Oh, he really was stupid.

"Fuck, does she even like me back?" He whispered, gaining weird looks from Lily and Sirius which were seriously questioning his intelligence.

"Why do you think she was mad? She saw you staring in my direction, and all her hopes went down really quick" Lily explained with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"I wasn't staring at you Lily, I was making sure she was okay, I didn't even notice the tears but I somehow knew something was off" James admitted.

Sirius giggled followed by Remus.

"I told you, you are some new kind of stupid" James stuck out his tongue at Sirius.

"I'm not stupid, just quite oblivious"

They continued to talk, not about you, but they kept whispering things to each other, trying not to wake you up.

Your cat -that you named Rigel after the star in your favorite constellation, Orion- jumped on the bed and curled up beside James. He liked him just as much as you did, and it made the boy laugh everytime you told him. But even that thing now made sense, you really loved him, like in the actual meaning of the word.

He slowly started to get uncomfortable in the position he was in, but he couldn't risk to wake you up, so he just stayed still, cuddling Rigel and still chatting with the others.

You woke up only two hours later, your hair sticking to your face. When you looked up as you rubbed your eyes, you blushed as the realization of who you had fallen asleep on, hit you.

“y/n?”

James’s grip around you tightened but you got up and took a few steps away from him. The sun now shone right on you, like it was some kind of sign for James, as if for the first time, he realized the fascinating way in which your eyes sparkled in the warm sunlight. “hey guys” you whispered.

The boy shakes his head and his eyes traveled around the room before setting back on you “I think we need to talk Y/n". You slightly panicked.

The others in the room smiled "we're going uhm- see you later" Remus announced awkwardly before they quickly walked out of the room.

“Then what do you want?” you ask, finally turning to face him. Your eyes were tired when they meet his and, even though they were still red from crying, at that moment, their beautiful e/c finally managed to make him fully realize the amount of love he felt for you. “Because if you’re here to tell me you are in love with Lily again, I don’t want to hear it.”

James shook his head. “I’m not here to say that.”

You blink in surprise. “Then what are you here to say?” you whisper.

James takes a deep breath and looks out of the small window. “Honestly, if it wasn't for Remus, Sirius and Lily I would've never realized but I like you Y/n/n. And I know you like me too” You studied him for a moment, not able to read his expression, and after a few moments of trying, you gave up with a sigh and looked away just before he spoke “I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Jam–”

“No, let me talk please.” He took my hand and shifted his body so he was facing you. “I’ve been so hung up on Lily that I haven't realized it was you I was only staring at, you're the only girl I give a fuck about. And I know I have been oblivious lately but I hope you’ll still give me a chance.”

The awkward silence nearly caused James a heart attack, and he sighed in relief when you looked up at him shyly. You'dnever been embarrassed in front of him but your feelings were now too exposed.

“I don’t want you to do this just because you found out. I don’t want a pity-date, James” you admitted quietly.

He shook his head. "It’s a you-are-my-best-friend-and-i-have-liked-you-since-4th-year date love.” you shivered at the nickname.

You pursed your lips and stared at him him intensely. His eyes shone through his glasses with nothing but honesty, and your heart fluttered in your chest. He was just offering you something with no tricks...Well that's new.

“Alright, Potter.” you smiled at him, still not fully realizing he liked you back.

James grinned sheepishly as he took your hand in his. “after dinner, I'll pick you up and the rest is a surprise”

You nodded and snuck closer to him, feeling his breath on your forehead. You liked the feeling he gave you, staying this close together. You felt his heart beating at a rate -a really fast rate- that matched yours.

"We should go to the others" James broke the silence, and you nodded in agreement.

You walked hand in hand through the halls of the school until you found the rest of the marauders and Lily sitting on the grass of the middle courtyard.

"Hey guys " Remus grinned at you two and when they noticed your intertwined hands. they all smirked.

"Have you got something to say?" Lily asked.

You blushed brightly and buried your face in James' chest while he wore his signature smirk.

"I asked her on a date" Lily squealed in response.

"Oh Merlin! I have to get you ready! When is it?" She asked excitedly.

James took that as a further confirmation of his dead feelings for the redhead, and he kissed your forehead as if he wanted to reassure you.

"Tonight and It's a surprise actually" James announced.

He held you like you were some kind of rare thing that could break at any moment, and you loved it.

You stayed like that untill it was time to go to dinner.

The great hall was already full of students and you decided, along with Lily, to sit with the marauders, so you could stay with James.

You sat across from him and you really tried not to stare at him, but you couldn't, it was stronger than you, and he of course noticed.

"Like what you see y/l/n?" You gasped at his sudden question, but still mimicked his smirk.

"Actually, yes"

The marauders started to fake their disgust while Lily laughed.

"Since when are you that bold Y/n?" Lily asked.

"I don't know, he just gets on my nerves sometimes" you answered grinning widely.

And you spent all dinner exchanging looks and bold remarks from you that left almost everytime James speechless.

"Go put something comfortable, I'm taking you somewhere you'll like" James said at the end, placing a kiss on your nose "be ready in 10, I'll pick you up from your room" he finished.

As soon as you got to your dorm, you suddenly felt nervous and started to search for something to put on, and you opted for a gryffindor hoodie and leggings just in time.

"Are you ready?" James asked after knocking at the door, in response you opened it.

"Let's go then" he took your hand as you walked toward the highest tower of the castle, you couldn't hide your smile as you walked up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

"Is this too simple? I mean I know you love space and all but maybe-"

"This is perfect Jamie, this is the idea I had of my first date, I love it" you interrupted him.

You sat on the floor and looked up.

"That is Orion, and there is Rigel, my cat" you chuckled as you explained pointing to the star.

"Right on the horizon you can spot Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky" James smiled while your eyes lightened up, they'd always sparkle when you started talking about space, and he could listen to you for hours.

"What star is that?" He asked pointing to a very bright spot in the sky.

"That's Venus James" you laughed playfully.

"How was I supposed to know?" He pouted.

When you looked at him you noticed how close you were, you could feel his breath on your lips.

His gaze traveled from your eyes to your lips and before you could even think straight he kissed you putting his hands on your waist he held you closer and closer until he lost his balance and fell on the ground, you on top of him.

He laughed breathlessly as you just laid your head on his chest.

"I think I'm in love with you" you suddenly said, as a bright blush crept onto your face.

"I know I'm love with you Y/n".

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #marauders era #marauders fic #sirius #sirius black #remus #remus lupin #lily evans

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lavendersoft · 4 years

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Until I met you.

3/?

-Street Fighter! Jimin x Reader

Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi wouldn’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.

Everything felt like a downward spiral,

until he met you.

Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of sexual assault/ harassment, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.

Author’s notes: lil fluffy :)

Jimin doesn’t visit Yoongi’s grave.

He hasn’t in a while, at least. He has seen Yoongi far too often since his death, actually. And he decided long ago that visiting graves only bring him grief and sorrow, not solace like most people.

Something was different this morning; off. Yoongi wasn't lurking. He wasn't staring at Jimin in the shadows or murmuring in Jimin’s ear. He’s just... gone.

But that doesn't stop Jimin from drinking his guilt away like he usually does. If he's being honest with himself, Jimin probably wouldn't be able to cope without his daily dose of alcohol.

He could just picture Hoseok and Jin laughing at him if they were here. They were always the big drinkers of the group. Jimin hardly drank and when he did, he’d get drunk faster than the rest. The memory brings Jimin no joy, knowing what came of everyone. In fact, he’d rather not remember.

The useless alarm clock rings beside Jimin’s bed. The machine never gets the chance to actually wake him up since he’s awake before dawn every morning due to the nightmares.

Hm. Maybe I should call Dr. Bang?

As he reaches over to dial his therapist’s number, her name pops up instead.

Y/n: I had a lot of fun last night, minus the weird guy in the alley lol

Jimin wonders how she could dilute such a pig to just a “weird guy” but he decided not to bring it up.

Jimin: me too.

Send.

What? That’s it? Come on.

Jimin: um so if you ever want to do-

Delete.

Jimin: cool. so do u wanna see a-

Delete.

Flirting is a lot harder than Jimin remembers. He sighs heavily and tosses his phone down, opting to shower away his self-frustration. Right when he starts rinsing and lathering, however, an idea lights up his mind.

Of course.

A few hours later he is standing outside of his old dance studio, the one he’d go frequently with Yoongi on their days off work.

He hasn’t been here in months. Nevertheless, this place hasn't changed a bit. This place was their own little private piece of paradise. It was a cozy, secluded building on the outskirts of the city, but it had the best view at any time of day. Jimin had the best memories here. Memories of his whole friend group coming and visiting him while he danced. Hoseok always had the best advice for him and they’d end up dancing together.

Jimin stares at the oak door, then glances at the key in his hand. He contemplates if he is even ready to be back in there. But she’s going to be here soon. He’d asked her if she wanted to use his old studio to practice dancing and had given her the address. So, he bites his lip and turns the knob.

The angelic light that flows in from the window is the first thing he notices when he walks in. The room looks so much more spacious than he remembers, probably because he was never in here alone. The huge, wall-length mirror expands further than he remembered. You’d think that he’d still remember every detail of this room, being that he was here close to every day. But he doesn't. These last nine months have hurt more than his heart. I can’t remember worth a damn nowadays.

He closes his eyes and stands in the middle of the room, soaking in the sunlight, breathing in the familiar smell of the walls and floor. This building always had such a distinct smell. You’d probably call him crazy if he said he could just faintly hear the laughter that always filled this place. There was never a bad situation that happened here. It was untainted with the strife and stress of their daily lives. All of their struggles and grievances, they were dropped at the door.

They came here to forget. They came here because it was their haven. A pure haven.

And now he’s sharing it with you.

Also, he thinks it could use a good dusting. So, he gets to work.

But he’s soon interrupted by one of those endlessly annoying, nagging thoughts that pop into his head as he sprays down the mirror with Windex.

I’m expecting too much. I don’t even know her. She doesn’t even know me. And I’m letting her into my most sacred place. It’s just too fast. It’s gonna scare her.

He lifts his gaze and stares at himself in the foggy mirror for the first time in ages.

As if I could scare her any more than I have. I’ve practically beat the life out of a man on our first date.

But she’s still coming. She’s still coming.

He tears his eyes away from the man lingering in front of him to get back to work.

After an hour of dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the studio looked exactly how he left it the last time. Then, a knock at the door startles him. He’s not used to anyone knocking on the studio door, it was always open to his friends.

He jogs overhastily to let her in.

The moment the door reveals her, her eyes light up in awe.

“Wow! It’s huge!” She blushes when she realizes she hasn't even greeted him yet.

“Uh, I mean good morning.” She scratches her head awkwardly.

“Morning.” His reply seems bland compared to all the work he’d just put into cleaning the place up as to not embarrass himself... and possibly impress her. He’d never admit that, though.

“It’s so much bigger than the one I practice in! And it has natural light!” She saunters over the window, pulling open the curtain entirely. She freezes.

“Mine doesn't even have windows! And yours has-”

“Cool, huh?” He chuckles. She really is cute.

“A full view of the city? It’s more than cool, it’s like a dancers dream!”

It was. Once.

“So, do you like.. own it?” She asks the question as if it would offend him in some way.

“Sort of.”

It was Yoongi’s first gift to Jimin, before they’d even started dating. It was by far the greatest gift he’d ever received.

“I co-own it.”

“Ah.” She nods, dropping the subject entirely. “Oh, hey, a radio!”

She’s so enthusiastic about everything. Jimin smirks.

“Yeah. I’m not sure if it still work-” He cut off by a stream of soft music filling the room. He remembers this song well. It’s the last song he’d been listening to that night, before-

“Oh, I love this song.” She looks over her shoulder with a look that almost resembled mischief. “Wanna dance..?”

“Oh... uh.. I don’t know. I’m probably kind of rusty.”

“Please?” Oh, this could get dangerous. It’s really hard to say no to her.

“Okay, but don't laugh.”

“Promise.” She holds out her pinky finger, waiting for him to lock his with her own. He does so, gladly.

Take my hand.

She places her hand in his. He wraps his hand lightly around her waist.

Take my whole life, too.

They fumble a bit, awkwardly stepping on each other’s toes as if they weren't both trained professionals.

For I can't help falling in love with you.

She finds her balance, he finds his rhythm.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes-

They glide over the dance floor like water.

Some things are meant to be.

The chorus repeats once more. He looks into her eyes now, instead of at his feet. She has a smile on her face that says she hasn't a care in the world at the moment.

I can't help falling in love with you...

The music fades and Jimin curses the song for starting in the middle instead of the beginning. He wants longer with her.

The next song starts and it’s a more upbeat one. One he made a choreography to. He’s almost tempted to show her before-

She already dancing. The exact same dance he created. He stands in shock. Every move, every step, everything is smooth and right on beat. But how did she know?

He struggles to find the words to ask. Instead, he slowly starts to dance along with her. The look of confusion that crosses her face when she glances in the mirror and spots him following along with her perfectly is priceless. She falters for just a brief seconds before turning around and facing him, still hitting each beat.

He smirks at her when the song finishes, she at a loss for words.

“How did you..? Where did you learn that?”

“Learn? I didn't learn it. I created it.” A stark silence enters the room.

“I’m sorry, what?” She’s obviously having a hard time processing.

“I made it.”

“But.. my dance teacher said it was made by some prodigy, like, years ago.”

He holds up his index finger, gesturing to himself. “That’d be me.”

“Stop playing with me. There’s no way... I mean-”

And so the afternoon went on. They discussed their dreams, their hopes, where they came from, favorite places to visit.

Somewhere in between talking about her family home, she offered to order take out. He obliged and paid before she could oppose it. He felt terrible that they didn't have a proper place to eat- not even chairs. He’d pulled out an old blanket from the storage closet and made a makeshift picnic. He’d hoped to God that she didn't notice the faint musty odor from being in storage for so long. If she did, she didn't say anything.

When they continued to talk, they even found out that they attended the same dance school when they were both beginners, not at the same time though. He has started dance much sooner in life than she.

He was called a prodigy, or so everyone told him. He was meant to be something. Something bigger than what he turned into.

“Hey. Wanna see something cool?” He asks when he notices the light in the room beginning to turn a deep gold, indicating the sun was setting. The really talked all day, huh?

“Always.”

He takes her hand and leads her into the hallway, all the way to end. They reach a door and he reaches up the top of the door frame to search for the key. After successfully unlocking it, the door opened to reveal an old, and he will admit, slightly sketching looking staircase. To his surprise, she enters without fear. She barely even waits for him.

Once they reach the top he opens the door and then stands out of her way, not wanting to block to the view. And he also wanted to make sure he could see her reaction.

There’s a silence that falls between them as she takes in the view of the city. Jimin inwardly praises himself for knowing all the best times of day to come to the roof, 6:22 pm sharp is one of those times. The world around them glows with golden, orange, and red light. The sun looks as if it’s searing the city, completely ablaze.

“Wow.” She takes in the sight of the tall shadows belonging to the buildings and trees as they grow even longer.

Wise men say only fools rush in.

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Progress update 24/01/2022

So less than a week into this and I've already missed 2 days of updates because I failed to do any work on those days.

Saturday I was at the Coffin Works - I had an absolute blast and it went smoothly enough that one of the 2 cups of tea I drank was still hot!! I can't believe the things which I remembered - my fingers still do the safecode on muscle memory alone - and I knew the password to the access card system which I definitely haven't used since 2019! Lots of things are different - and some lovely new volunteers - but still an amazing amount of things that have stayed the same. I was glad to be back.

I got home, cooked and then knew I shold start doing thesis work, but somhow couldn't make myself. I sat in front of the TV instead feeling really tired (why was I tired after such an easy day?) and then instead of going to bed early I just continued to vegetate until late and watch old episodes of Great British Sewing Bee.

The pattern continued on Sunday- I didn't get up until the afternoon, didn't even cook, and other than ordering some groceries and cleaning the bathroom, did barely anything productive. I just felt really out of sorts. Then my belated Christmas gift from Ash's dad dropped through the letterbox... I love Ursula K Le Guin but somehow had never read Left Hand of Darkness. I stayed up til nearly 2am and read it all in one sitting. It's been a long time since I did that with a book - even though I have always been an avid reader. During the pandemic I've found it really difficult to read - I've reread some old favourite books I've read before, also a fair number of Young Adult and kid's books and listened to many audiobooks (all the Agatha Christie from the library at least 5 times, it's the only way I can sleep these days) but reading has been a chore. So apparently I can read again for fun now, but only if I do it when I'm supposed to be working and in a midly self destructive way!

I got up a bit late this morning because of that, but did actually sit down at my desk by 10.30am. Shout out to Coralie - without your twitter DM I probably would have languished some more.

I wanted to get all the Highgate data stuff done by Sunday didn't I? Then I spectacularly failed to even try! I managed to get about half of the remaining amount done today - it would have been more but I also realised I forgot to put scale bars on my other grave plans and had to go back and tinker with those. I felt like my pace was pretty slow today, but other than meals, I've been at my desk for about 10 or 11 hours so it did eventually add up.

I'm pretty sure I'll get the rest of this data entry done tomorrow - it's definitely getting easier as I go along because most of these graves now it's just a couple of tweaks per entry once the plan is drawn.

Today I also emailed Highgate and got sent the photos of the inscription I missed when I was there last - thank you Ian!! I also found a cool grave which I wanted to tell them about. In Highgate East, square 88 - near John Lobb, one of the graves I was recording was for Daniel and Rachel Williams Norris. After Rachel's name was 'R.R.C' which wasn't an abbreviation I was familiar with so I googled it and about haflway down a long list of things which definitely weren't possibilites was 'Royal Red Cross' and a quick glance at Wiki told me this is a medal given for military nursing - with the 1st recipient being Florence Nightingale.

I didn't have a date of death for Rachel Williams Norris as the bottom of the stone is partially buried, but based on her husband dying in 1891 aged 56, there were plenty of possibilities -but one of them was definitely that she could have been in Crimea. I googled Rachel Williams Norris and found an archive record for letters written to her by Florence Nightingale. I really hope someone from Highgate goes to read them! I wish I had time!! I think it's really cool that nurses got recognised with a medal, and that the Norris family were proud enough of Rachel's medal to list it on her grave - so few women have a profession or title noted in their inscription so it's extra special. It also seemed a shame to me that only fully qualified nurses received the medal, so Mary Seacole would not have been eligable. If you don't know about Mary Seacole, I highly recommend the You're Dead To Me episode about her life. That podcast has been a big favourite of mine during the last couple of years and another late night listen for me. I was glad to learn more about her- especially because when I was volunteering at the school doing covid testing our testing centre was called the Seacole Centre!

Late going to bed again tonight. Let's hope I can be productive again tomorrow. Maybe I'll even put on clothes? I sat in my dressing gown all day today! Hopefully I'll also be in a better mood. I was still really out of sorts. Felt unfair to Ash because he was able to come home from work early, and I wasn't even very excited to see him. Just faintly annoyed at the distraction and then guilty for feeling like that. I'm going to leave him a note to apologise on his chair so he finds it when he gets dressed tomorrow at 6am. I know I'm being a nightmare to live with at the moment, but I can't seem to shake it off.

#journey

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