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#he did not just followed my on ig! I’m… him?!#HIM?!#and what am I gonna do now??#you tell me he will see my posts?!#i am gonna faint!#wait if it is just a mistake and he will unfollow me again#i mean it’s his production company#with his wife#why are they following me??#promo?! but I am already following them#*drops a WGA support post on my story and runs*
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Okay. I’m going to wait to do a second watch before I articulate most of my other feelings here, but I want to address one thing.
I’m seeing a lot of posts like, “I related to Izzy because I am also queer and older/disabled/depressed. By killing him off, the writers are saying that I deserve to die.”
Guys.
I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid. I totally understand grieving a character that you relate to. But speaking as a writer, I just want to point out that trying to write with the shadow of “what is the absolute worst and most harmful way a reader can interpret this” will smother your ability to create. Twisting yourself in knots, trying to think up the worst-faith takes possible and scotch-guarding all your writing decisions against them is exhausting to the point of making you just not want to write anymore.
And we’ve seen the writers deliberately choose not to do this in Season 1. Remember all those terrible “Izzy is racist” takes that the writers and cast seemed completely blindsided by? That happened because the writers and directors and actors weren’t going over every scene with a fine tooth comb, ferreting out every shot or line of dialogue or micro expression that could possibly be interpreted as racist, and scrubbing it off. Because there comes a point where your story is what it needs to be, and you have to accept that some people will interpret it in ways you didn’t intend them to. And if you can’t accept that, you’ll never find the courage to put your work out there.
The point of diverse casts and writing teams isn’t to achieve a state of, “Nothing bad ever happens to a character from a marginalized demographic ever again.” It’s to achieve a status quo of these types of characters just being people in the world of the story. Not symbols, not representation boxes to tick, not tokens that you can point to so that you can say, “Here, we acknowledged this type of person exists, now where’s our woke points?”
OFMD is full of characters of color, queer characters, older characters, characters of differing body types. And in stories, things happen to characters. Some fall in love. Some make the same mistakes over and over. Some turn into birds. Some die.
Izzy’s character represents a lot of things, but he does not represent every older, disabled fan or fan who has struggled with suicide, any more than Jim represents all genderqueer fans, or Olu represents all black fans. That’s not how the writers were handling him. They were handling him like a character, because that’s what you have to do.
Again, I understand being sad. I am so, so fucking sad. But this idea of, “Any time something bad happens to a character I relate to means that the writer thinks I deserve these bad things to happen to me,” will poison everything you engage with eventually. Because stories are full of things happening to characters, and they won’t all be good things. And the more representation we get, the more often bad things will happen to characters we relate to.
But good things will happen too.
Queer couples get married. Disabled women run off with their favorite husbands. Middle-aged characters change careers. A multiracial polycule finds a home at sea. A fat man covered in tattoos stars in a drag show and all his friends cheer. All these things happened in the same show as Izzy’s death. This is what this world is.
Anyway. I know emotions are running high and I’ll probably get blocked or unfollowed by a few people for this. But I’m just trying to find my peace where I can, and if anyone else finds this useful, cheers.
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please don’t be - ch. 5
I’m so terribly sorry that this so late. I wasn’t entirely sure how I wanted to end this, and I almost added another chapter, but here it is!! Thanks for your patience and for 1k 🩵🩵 (ps you should listen to nothing to be scared of by Kacey Musgraves)
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You’re staring at him again. Jamie hates it, but also he doesn’t care because he gets to gaze into your beautiful eyes once more.
“Hm,” you say, because you can’t come up with something better. Instead, you let him be uncomfortable. You spent a long time making space for him, so in this, he can wait.
“I should have left you,” you say eventually.
“I know,” Jamie replies ruefully. “Remember you fuckin’ told me?”
You nod. “I do. And then I told you that I never leave. I always stay till the last second, and it’s the worst thing about me. And you said-” You pause. There’s no point in bringing up the past.
“I said some stupid shit about my mum,” Jamie fills in.
You nod. “Yeah, it was stupid. I know you said it just to get me to stay.”
“Didn’t,” Jamie interjects. You give him a look. “Alright, shit, maybe I did. But I wanted you to stay. I loved you, I was just too fucking scared to say it.”
“I gave you SO many opportunities to tell me,” you reply. “And you didn’t take any of them, you just left me behind. I knew you were going to so it’s fine, but you can’t just come back into my life and fuck things up again. I’m really not in the mood for it.”
You’re lying straight to his face, and you wonder if he knows. You hope he doesn’t. All you need is to wait just long enough for Jude to come back and then Jamie can go away and you don’t have to let him back in. Not that you have to. But you want to.
You understand that the moment he lets you have an inch, you’ll take a mile. You’ll write your whole future together based on a passing comment or an arm around your waist.
But Jamie knows you’re lying. You see it flicker in his eyes for half a second too long, and you know you’re screwed.
You take a step back. Jude isn’t coming back.
“I’m going,” you say. “I’m going, so don’t follow me. I can’t take you back. We won’t work.”
And Jamie- Jamie sees it.
You were always the visionary, weren’t you? The one who designed the future as though it were as easy as scribbling on a piece of paper. The one who saw the worst but believed in the best, and Jamie never quite believed you the one time you told him it could work forever, if he wanted.
He believes it now, though.
It’s too late as you slip past him and back inside, presumably to find Julia and keep her from committing murder; or maybe you’ll let her have free reign and Jamie is a dead man in about fifteen minutes.
It drives him mad, the future, and he wonders how it didn’t drive you mad as well.
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France, Spain, Italy. They blend together in a haze of sunshine and lemon, as you, Nicola, and Julia travel the summer away.
You refuse to think of Jamie, wherever he may be, but as July becomes August, you wonder what his mum is doing.
You’re on a first class flight back to London scrolling through Instagram, and you find yourself looking at her account.
It’s private, but she followed you first a million years ago and you realize neither of you ever unfollowed the other.
So you’re able to see how she’s filling her days.
She doesn’t always post Jamie’s face, but you see a familiar sleeve, or a Jamie-shaped shadow. You scroll back far enough to find a post from his twenty-seventh birthday which is a mistake because it’s a photo of Jamie blowing out candles with your arms wrapped around him.
You remember that moment, you were laughing and singing with his family while lying to yourself about how serious everything was.
But there’s no time to go down THAT rabbit trail so you close your phone and try to sleep through the rest of the flight.
—
Jamie is in hell. Training started a week ago, and it’s a shit show. It doesn’t help that he was never like this when you were with him. The first match of the season is coming up and he needs to get it the fuck together. There’s no way he’s getting in the starting lineup like this, not with the way he keeps glancing to the stands like you’ll be there.
He can’t help but think of you all the time, wherever you may be, and he tricks himself into seeing your face in every crowd.
He debates calling you (he never could delete your number), but he’s pretty sure he’s blocked so he doesn’t.
—
Jamie’s right, he doesn’t get started, but he has a good run in the second half. City win, obviously, but instead of going out with the lads Jamie gives them the slip and heads home.
Except he doesn’t exactly head straight home, he just sort of wanders around Manchester until he ends up in his favorite chicken shop.
He has exactly one day off of training so he figures one cheat meal won’t fuck him up more than he already is. It’s late, and he shouldn’t be eating at this hour, but he cannot give less of a fuck. He orders and goes to sit in the corner booth, only to find it occupied.
He thinks it’s you, for a moment, but you’re not in Manchester. He doesn’t know where you are, but that he knows for certain.
He’s wrong.
You’re looking up at him with a half-eaten plate of chips in front of you, and Jamie remembers every time you’ve looked at him like that.
“You have puppy eyes,” he said.
You scrunched your nose. “I know they’re puffy,” you said. “I was just crying in the car.”
“No, puppy eyes. I’d never say your eyes were fucking puffy, unless you were like, fucking dying or something.”
You had blushed and looked away, and Jamie knew he shouldn’t have said it. Knew he was getting in over his head.
Those eyes look more tired than he’s ever seen them, but you say, “Need a seat?” as you gesture to the place across from you.
Jamie slides in before he can think better of it. “Bit crowded in here,” he says, and you glance around to the empty tables.
“Wouldn’t have offered to share if it weren’t so hard to find a table,” you say.
He smiles, and you want to make him smile like that all the time.
“Watched the match,” you tell him. “You were great.”
Jamie rolls his eyes. “I were shit, and you know it. Don’t know what the fuck was happening.”
“You weren’t shit. You always say that, and you’re never right.”
You’re not sure exactly what’s coming over you right now. You’re detached from your body, watching this scene unfold from above.
Jamie shakes his head. “Why do you always say shit like that? Why the fuck did you stay for so long? You knew-” He’s unable to finish, captivated by the pools of tears collecting in your eyes. He knows you’d rather die than let them fall, and he wishes he weren’t the cause.
“You still have the most beautiful eyes in the whole fuckin’ world,” he says softly.
You glare at him. “Fuck you for that,” you say. “And I stayed because I wanted to. And because I thought you’d change. You changed everything else for me, and then didn’t ask me to come with you. You just assumed that I wouldn’t want every part of you, remember? You didn’t listen when I told you how much I’d give up for you. And sure, it’s not very feminist of me, but I- I loved you. I’d do anything for the people I love. But you never fucking asked.”
You sigh. This conversation is a lot angrier than you wanted. You’re not angry. At least, not with Jamie. With yourself, sure. You take a bite of a chip to stave off the tears.
Jamie’s still processing. “You would’ve stayed longer?” he asks slowly.
You almost choke. “Yes, you absolute fucking idiot! I told you that! Your mum fucking told you, for Christ’s sake! Everyone fucking knew how much I loved you, and I knew you didn’t feel the same which is why I didn’t fight you when you left! I figured it was time for me to move on as well, so I did my absolute fucking best. But yeah, Jamie, I love you. Every part, too. Not just the things you think make you lovable.” You stand up. “I’m leaving. Goodbye, Jamie.”
As you brush past him, he catches your wrist. You look down at him with as much disdain as you can muster (it’s not a lot).
“Stay,” he whispers.
And you’re at a crossroads.
—
Three years later…
“Can’t believe we’re going back,” you groan as you tape a box.
“Coach asked,” Jamie calls from another room. “And you better not be lifting anything.”
“I’m not,” you shoot back as he enters the room. “That’s what you’re for. And anyway, the movers will be here in half an hour, so there won’t be much for me to do anyway.”
Jamie wraps his arms around your waist so he can pull you close and study your eyes. “You sure you’re alright going back to Richmond?”
You shrug as best you can. “I’m living the dream, babe. Not worried about it.”
And Jamie believes you.
He can’t believe much else, that’s for sure, not that you took him back.
“One last chance, Jamie Tartt,” you had warned. “Fuck it up and I’m gone before you can blink.”
So he didn’t. Sure, no one’s perfect, but he’s trying. You both are. You’ve made it this far. Who’s to say it’ll crash and burn?
Besides, he’s got a rock burning a hole in his pocket that says otherwise.
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shen ricky bf headcannons
-cringe pick up lines “are you a fruit? bcs ur watermelon” 我的美人 wo de mei ren, means my beautiful person. and you would be like “what??” then he has to explain it to u. found it on tiktok lol and it reminded me of him.
-i think he would be the type to get jelly pretty easily but hides it and doesn’t want to admit it, but you know him too well. “whatchu mean im jealous, im not.” he says with the pouty face. “rickyyy he’s just a friend.” “hm”
-would turn into a tomato if u hug him out of nowhere. he was on his phone waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing outside your house when you come up to him from behind and wrap your hands around his waist. “you scared me.” “aww ur blushing”he says nothing then just takes your hand and brings u with him while trying to hide his smile.
-loves it when you send him memes you find. i also think he would unfollow meme accounts he used to follow so he doesn’t see the memes before you send it to him iygwim. found this on ig
-melts when u give him the puppy eyes.
-buys you things he thinks will suit you. bracelets,earrings,necklaces
-keeps your favorite snacks with him. you were feeling down and not talking then he just gives u snacks and not say anything, you instantly feel much better.
-guitaristricky! would learn your favorite songs on the guitar so he can record them and send it to u.
-melts when you call him by his chinese name. “what did u just call me ?” “nothing” you say while smiling. he says nothing but just looks at you and smirks (IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I HOPE U GET WIM)
-longdistancebfricky! would stay up late to talk to you, and listen to you ramble about your day.
-would send you selfies of him when he’s bored/when he misses u.
-would buy you things randomly.
-would write letters for youu. (IDK HE LOOKS LIKE THE TYPE TO WRITE LETTERS)
-would learn about things you like so he would understand when you talk about it, and also so you two can do it together
- would take you out on night drives. you were on bed doing nothing while u received a text from your boyfriend “im downstairs” u we’re confused bcs yall didn’t make plans earlier. “wanna get your fav food?” and after that he would just drive around with no destination and blast music in his car lol.
note: first time doing this lol, dunno if i’ll ever write again but i hope you enjoy what i wrote haha. do correct me if i make any mistakes hehe. stay hydrated everyone !!
#zb1 ricky#shen quan rui#ricky shen#zb1 x reader#ricky zb1#ricky#shen quanrui#shen ricky#young and rich#iminlovewithricky
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dear john
elijah hewson x singer!reader
(ex!charles leclerc cause hes a hot red flag)
plot: its giving friends to strangers to friends again to lovers 🫶🏼
face claim: laufey <3
warning: spelling mistakes
authors note: this is for the lovely anon who requested a speak now inspired smau ! Hope this is okay?!? I was tempted by doing something on the vibe of speak now the song but imma think on it 🫡
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yourusername wow last night on tour was something special 😢 to everyone who sangs my songs back to me and everyone who's supported my little dreams, I LOVE YOU.
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phoebebridgers voice of an ANGEL
yourusername ooh stop im blushinggg
charlesleclerc beautiful as always mon ange
ynfan1 post concert blues are toooo real
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wagsandstuff huh that doesn't look like yourusername to us.... did the couple of 3 years break up without telling us??
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ynfan1 nooooooo that girl on twitter was right ah
ynandcharlesshipper charlessss man don't do this
charlesfan she was always feeding off of him
ynfan2 she has her own career you do know that right? she a really popular singer
ynfan2 not charles cheating on our QUEEN
yourusername just unfollowed charlesleclerc
yourusername just added to their story!
lol gonna go heal my heart I guess lol
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yourmum awh my beautiful girl :( glad you're coming home 💘
↳ can't wait to see you mam
yourbestfriend men are literal pigs.
phoebebridgers he's an idiot, here for you if you need anything
elijahhewson hey I know it's been awhile since we last spoke, but the lads and I are always here for you. I should've been better at keeping in touch, but I'm so sorry this happened to you.
↳ hey E, missed you! I'm just as much at fault, guess we all just got so busy with tours (both so successful heheh). where abouts in the world are you? I'm heading home for awhie maybe we could all catch up?
↳ elijahhewson deadly! myself, ryan and josh are home and bobby is back next week, call around whenever
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inhalerfanaccount did you guys know that yourusername is friends with inhaler??? I found all of these oldies while lurking her insta !
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inhalerfan1 bless they're so young, they all must of been friends during school !
inhalerfan2 crazy to think they've all become so successful
ynfan1 wow my two worlds colliding
ynfan2 I've always secretly hoped yn and eli would get together
inhalerfanaccount friends to strangers to friends to lovers hits soooo hard
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yourusername time is a terrifying thing..
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yourmam I could probably find an even earlier pic...
bobbyskeetz I beg please no
inhalerfan1 pleaseeeeee
elijahhewson smash x4
joshjenkinson_ the gang getting back together has 2024 winninggg
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ynfan1 yesss bitch remind that silly boy who drives in circles of all the hot friends you have !!!
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ynfan2 hahahah eli woke up and choose chaos
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yourusername turning all this heartbreak into something good ! dear john is the rawest I've ever been in my songwriting, treat her with love x
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ynfan1 so so incredibly beautiful, thank you for sharing
lucydarcus you're a wonder
ryanmcmahon_15 sobbing uncontrollably and ready to fight him
bobbyskeetz you good bro ?
charlesfan1 tough day to be a charles fan
ynfan2 omg those lyrics are HEARTBREAKING
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inhalerfanupdates WHO HAS THIS MAN SO SMILEY???
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inhalerfan1 FOR REAL?? hes usually so moody
elijahhewson posted to their close friends!
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yourusername pure stalker when did you take this pic??
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vogue with just days before the release of her highly anticipated spohmore album we chatted to yourusername about love, loss and all things in between;
" you dont realise how easy love can be until you're with the right person. its the most annoying thing to hear when you dont have it but some how I was fortunite enough to discover"
find out what else the singer told us at the link in our bio !
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yourusername THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME
ynfan1 shes so happy and in love
ynfan2 how can one person be so talented, smart AND intelligent
charlesfan1 eww cant believe charles used to date her!
ynfan3 love how shes not petty like the leclerc fangirlies clearly still are..
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yourusername a year and a half ago I had my heartbroken, felt completed untethered and so so confused. today I give you my pride and joy!
this album features songs I wrote as a sobbing mess, some I wrote while I was healing and finally some I wrote after I opened my eyes and embraced what I had all along.
I love them all, I love everyone who worked on it with me and I escially love you.
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yourusername one single thread of gold tied me to you <3
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elijahhewson hell was the journey
yourusername but it brought me heaven.
bobbyskeetz gross
yourusername child
joshjenkinson_ my parents
yourmam my favourite pair !
evehewson sobbing it was always meant to be
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authors note: ahh im a broken record with the friends from home trope but its my favourite 🥲 hope you all enjoy, please as always let me know what you think!!
#inhaler band#elijah hewson imagine#inhaler dublin#elijah hewson fanfic#elijah hewson x reader#elijah hewson#fake instagram#fake insta post
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paring. soonyoung x reader genre. angst, exes to lovers, fluff at the end wc. 1.5k warning. mention of skipping meals and swearing
synopsis. you thought breaking up with soonyoung would make you more focused at your job. you couldn't be more wrong.
his sharp, angular eyes were filling with tears, you hate seeing him cry, you hate it even more that it was you making him cry.
“what?” his voice shaky and struggling to produce a coherent sound, “i- i don’t understand.”
“let’s break up.”
he shakes his head in disbelief, the tears which had been collecting over the past few moments finally beginning to trickle down his cheeks.
“you don’t actually mean it, you aren’t being serious.”
“i wouldn’t joke around about something like this soonyoung.”
soonyoung furrows his eyebrows at his full name being spoken, his ears had gotten used to you calling him ‘soonie’.
you swallow the thick lump forming in your throat, “i really mean it, let’s break up.”
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you convinced yourself were fine.
the attention which he constantly bathed you in ultimately made you unproductive at work. your supervisor got annoyed at you for entering the wrong numbers and decided to force your whole section have to work over time to fix your mistake.
you wanted focus on your work, that was the whole reason why you broke up with him in the first place, so why you can’t you focus on entering any of the data into the stupid glowing screen in front of you?
it’s a simple task, punch a few numbers into the computer and you’re done. you’ve done this for 7 months already that it feels like muscle memory, yet your hands are unable to move, currently occupied with the task of holding tightly onto the thoughts of your past relationship.
your eyes gaze shift to the phone resting on the table.
a part of you wishes soonyoung would call you or even send a message. he didn’t block you on social media, heck, he didn’t even unfollow you. that means he wants to keep in touch… right? you think it’s safe to assume he didn’t have the heart to press the unfollow button and honestly, you’re secretly glad he didn’t becuase you didn’t have the heart to unfollow him either.
but a part of you also wishes that you could shelf your pride away and text him first. ask him how work’s going, if he’s found any good music lately, after all, thats what friends on facebook do, right? or possibly the monstrous task of apologising.
with a sigh you reach for your phone and search up his instagram for what seems like 17th time today. all the posts which contained you disappeared 2 weeks ago – you really hope he archived them and didn’t delete them.
your thumb shifts to click on his most recent post: a video of him dancing. the shadow from his black adidas cap obscuring most of his face, making it hard to make out his eyes.
maybe it was for the best that you couldn’t see his eyes. they’d probably remind you of how desperate his sharp, glossy eyes yearned to find a single glimpse of remorse in your gaze that night.
you analyse the way his body effortlessly moves to the rhythm of the song until a loud thud on your desk snaps you out of your trance.
“didn’t you break up with that kid?” nayeon asks as she looks over your shoulder, her eyes gazing at the replaying video.
“yeah,” slightly embarassed that nayeon had caught you looking at his profile, “why?”
“then why do you keep watching him dance?” you gulp audibly and reach for your phone and turn it off, “you’ve checked that thing,” she points at your phone, “countless times over the past hour. i keep hearing the same song over and over again.”
rolling your eyes you shove your phone into a drawer, “i was just checking up on him.” you retort, crossing your arms.
“checking up on him every 7 minutes?” she scoffs.
“well…” you exhale shakily, “i haven’t seen him in a while, i was just curious…”
“wait! lemme check your screentime real quick.” she exclaims.
“what?”
“just… pass me the damn phone.”
you comply, opening the drawer, handing her the phone after unlocking it.
shit, you didn’t realise that you checked up on him that much.
“9 hours… 9 hours!?” nayeon’s eyes go wide as she reads your average daily screentime. “do i have to confiscate your phone?!” she jokes with a light slap on your shoulder.
“well.. i like watching youtube.”
“most used app… instagram.”
well shit. thanks apple.
“what the hell is wrong with you!?”
“could you keep it down?!” you say in a whisper-shout, lightly slapping her arm.
“you gotta fix that.”
“are you my mum or something?”
“no, i’m a good friend.” her thumbs rapidly tap at the glowing screen.
“what the hell are you doing?”
“setting you a damn limit since you obviously can’t control yourself.” she says grinning at the screen, “gave you one minute allowed on insta, you’re welcome.” she places the phone back into your hands and walks away chuckling.
“i can just disable it when i get home!”
and disable it you did.
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it had been 2 months since you last saw him in person and fuck, you were missing him like crazy.
your life became a grey scene devoid of all colour, but you can’t really blame anyone but yourself. you pushed away the man who brought a range of beautiful colours that you couldn’t even imagine before you met him.
yeah sure, you slowly regained your focus on work and even got a promotion, but did it really mean anything if soonyoung didn’t attempt to make a congratulations cake and somehow burn it? or pepper your face with a multitude of kisses saying that your his smart, pretty girl until you beg him to stop with a shy giggle? you didn’t fucking think so.
“soonyoung?” you say smiling, “what a coincidence to see you here! it’s so nice to see you again.”
you couldn’t help it, you had to see him. soonyoung taught lessons at a dance studio nearby, you were bound to run into him sooner or later if you continued to lurk around the area.
he flashes you a feign smile, “oh! oh- uh it’s nice to see you too.” well that sounded like a lie. he looks down and hesitates before looking up to meet your eyes once more, “how have you been?”
“im just living life, i guess.” you say, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt, the confidence (and the adrenaline) which pumped throughout your body moments ago disolving in a instant after hearing his voice, “how have you been, soonie?”
soonyoung breath hitches at the old nickname but continues to keep his composure.
“well, i’ve been...” he takes a breath, “living my life too.”
you look up to meet his gaze, his cold gaze. no warmth behind those pupils, the glimmer of passion which once used to call his eyes home had disappeared.
an uncomfortable silence fell between you two as you stared at each other feeling an obvious tension blanketing the atmosphere.
“i guess… i guess i should go.” you say, knowing that this interaction wouldn’t lead to anything other than more tension, “see you around.” you give him wave accompanied by a small smile.
as you awkwardly turn around and begin to walk away, soonyoung shaky voice rings through out your ears, “are you taking care of yourself? you’ve been eating well right? i hope you have, i always told you not to skip your meals.”
you spin around to meet his glossy eyes staring at you, “what?” you ask breathlessly.
“you’ve skipped meals right? you always do that when you-”
you run into him, wrapping your arms around his waist, in response he cloaks with his own warmth with an embrace. “soonyoung,” you sob into his shirt.
he exhales, “i know, i missed you too.”
you peel your face off his chest and look at him – his gaze full of love as he looks down at you with his tears threatening to fall with one simple blink.
your heart shatters as the thought of all of the emotions he probably went through the past 2 months rapidly fly throughout your mind. all you can say is a pathetic ‘i’m so sorry.’ repeatedly into his chest.
all he does is slowly caress your hair and press kisses onto the top of your head as you continue to sob your apologises.
you hate that your the one who’s crying the most out of the two of you, shouldn’t he be crying more? you’re the one who broke up with him. but it’s like soonyoung can basically read your mind, after all, you were together for 1.5 years. he immediately comforts you and all of your worrying thoughts, “it’s okay, let it all out, i forgive you.”
it takes a while before theres silence bewteen you two. his scent is comforting, his soft whispers into your hair make you giggle and tighten your arms around him and his warm, loving gaze makes you never want to leave him again.
thank you for reading until the end!!
a/n. requested by @kwonshiho, heres the ask! its loosely based on screentime by epik high ft soonyoung and a tad inspired by our beloved summer. i used this to practice for my english exam LOL. also this took long to write LOL
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warning for a clearly anxiety-ridden oversharing freakout below the cut. sorry. i’m too sensitive and i’m unfortunately acutely aware of it.
tldr; im being a drama queen. gonna take a tumblr break for a week or two. to my mutuals, feel free to dm for my insta. i’ll be active until i wake up tomorrow morning and then i’m gonna zip
gonna preface this by saying this is in no way directed to the people whom i actually talk to constantly on here like you lot were lovely and im just dealing with a lot of demons in my head :(
anyway. sometimes i feel more like a product manufacturer than a person on here. and idk. i know most of you guys are really just following me for gifs and content and whatever but. yeah. idk. i guess the things i say don’t matter to anyone unless it’s funny. or if people want to call me out. not that im mad abt that exactly btw i do appreciate when people respectfully call me out for my own mistakes but. sometimes. i feel like im in a fishbowl and you’re all just waiting for me to say something wrong and cancel me. or then again, maybe most of you already think im a shit person and you just stay for the gifs. or maybe you guys think i’m a loser who has nothing to do but spend all day on this goddamn website.
and i know, somewhere inside me, that that’s not true and that it’s clearly the anxiety talking. maybe it’s just me maybe i’m making this up in my head i dunno. but i’m just kinda tired right now. too tired to battle the anxiety like usual at least. and i don’t really feel wanted outside of the content i produce, beyond the notes of my gifs or my fun posts. which ik shouldn’t matter but. i’m a pathological people pleaser etc etc.
(god, seeing this all typed out, i can’t even fucking blame you guys if you actly don’t like me cause. i kinda wanna shake myself by the shoulders and tell myself get a grip girl the world doesn’t revolve around you shut up shut up shut your damn mouth—)
i’ve been trying to manage by unfollowing and blocking a few people (which btw, if i did that to you and we used to be mutuals, it’s probably nothing personal i mostly just kept people i’m a bit closer to). but i’m still not really settled. and considering how i’m posting like every other day about feeling like shit, you guys probably figured that out lmao.
and well. on a separate note. seeing that rat’s name alone is too much for me sometimes. i couldn’t watch his game with carlos. i spent hours in his match with daniil turned away from the television, wearing noise canceling headphones while trying (and failing) to talk myself down from a full blown anxiety attack. i’ve said this before but the way people talk about him, both the fucked up silence and the justified outrage, it reminds me way too much about a family problem i have right now. hits uncomfortably close to home. prior to this i kinda thought i’d made my peace with the whole family situation but no apparently not. had he won the semis, i wasn’t even sure if i would be able to stomach cheering for jannik if it meant having to watch that man play.
so. idk. between the way actual tennis has been making me feel and the way tennisblr in general has seemed for me lately, i figure i need some space.
long story short ive been spending way too much time on tumblr this ao. and its gotten really bad for my mental health i guess. so i think i need to take maybe a week or two, to clear my head. watch tennis without opening this app every other point. spend time with people i love. get back to therapy. try to be a functioning adult.
(this is so fucking dramatic for a goddamn week of no tumblr i know that and i want to smack myself upside the head because why am i like this why do i make things snowball why why why—)
anyway. yeah. that’s it. if you actually read through all of that then. thanks. if not it’s okay too.
to my mutuals, the ones whom i’ve had at least some form of friendly interaction with in replies or dms, you can ask for my insta account btw. not that i’m crazy active on there but like. if you guys wanna be friends beyond the anonymity of this yknow. no pressure though.
#sorry to get all sad again#been editing this on my drafts all day#ive not been in a good headspace lately#*
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Idol!Lucifer x Fan!MC
(Part 1)
Lucifer was a famous Idol of the hit boy band, the Mourning Stars, along with his 6 other brothers. You always loved how cold and cool he was, always handled the band and always knew what to do in stage to impress the audience. Finally after so much hard work u were able to get some tickets to their show! You were just a broke college student so u never thought u could get a glimpse of them in your lifetime. When the day finally came you practically skipped home after college to get ready for the concert…however nothing prepared u for the after show.
mc’s pov:
You arrived at the concert, smiling like an idiot.
“Hey”
*you turned to the familiar voice to see your bestie Solomon, ur friend u made since u entered RAD university. He has helped u with adjusting to ur life in college now that u are on ur own…though his cooking has almost brought the end of ur new chapter to a early close*
“Solomon” *you rushed to him and grabbed him by his shirt, shaking him*
“Oh my god we are here! WE CAN FINALLY SEE THEM IN THE FLESH”
Solomon smiled already use to ur fangirling.
*you released him* “man this is so cool”
Solomon chuckled, “you really are excited for this concert…though this is ur first time”
You then playfully frowned,” mm yeah i wonder..its is expensive but also CAUSE U TOOK 13 INSTEAD OF ME”
Solomon nervously, “well you did have covid so..”
“….ok u have a point”
*after some more small the talk the two of u went to ur seats, u immediately took a selfie with solomon and posted it to ur instagram, u hardly have any followers just some online friends, and random accounts. However u just liked posting not caring for followers*
Solomon, “hey i got a suprise for u”
“Hm?”
*solomon then pulled out two mourning star glow sticks, one pink and one blue*
Solomon smiled and handed the blue one to you. “I know u LOVE Lucifer”
You beamed and”thank you so much solomon…ill pay u back for it”
Solomon shook his head, “no no its a gift, plus i owe u for all the times u saved me from being evicted for all the fires i caused in my dorm”
You hesitated but nodded, u lit ur glow stick up and smiled and waited for them to preform.
Lucifer’s POV:
Lucifer was in his room, hearing his brothers mammon and asmo fight again, beel ripped his outfit and levi is fresking out as usual…and if course satan is just…satan..Lucifer shut his door and sighed…he sat in his chair and ernt on his phone to unwind…he isnt one to post, he only does it for his manager diavolo..however he kept a private one for himself wothout any worry of fans watching him like posts and make a big deal. He came across a small account he enjoyed, they always posted good pictures. It wasn’t popular but he always looked at the photos…how this person lived a notmal life wothout to much eyes on them, having many friends…he was so prideful he just wouldnt admit it but was…jealous.
Was it a mistake to have him and his brothers be like this? Idols?
The thought was interrupted by a post, two smiling friends…at his concert. He wasnt shocked they were a fan of him afterall, he was just shocked to see them here…the tickets are pricey…frankly he followed the account back on accident but forgot to unfollow however he rarely posts anyway so no one knows its the idol Lucifer so there was no hatm in getting to know the backround of some of his fans…he then spotted a familiar face…Solomon or “wizardcaster69”, he is aware of their relationship. He has been up to date with their posts purely out of curiosity, he was a old friend in high school. Yet how would he have ties with soemone from this account…its fishy
Knowing how he was back then lucifer had to know who this person next to Solomon…talk to them one on one
(I hope u guys like this oart, im new to fanfics so ill try and come back to fix this)
#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer fan fiction#obey me lucifer x mc#lucifer obey me#lucifer fanfiction#nightbringer lucifer
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Chapter 13
September hurts. Harry keeps waiting for the feeling to subside, but it never does. It gets worse. He tries to move on with his life, getting a job at a record store, writing music and entering contests to try to get noticed. But none of that can keep his mind off of Louis.
If September hurts, October is a hailstorm. It doesn't get easier. Every thing Harry sees, he relates it back to Louis. He can't seem to forget him. Ice cream. Cigarettes. Sunshine. White T-shirts. Poems. Songs. Notebooks. Carnivals. McDonald's. Seashells. Blankets. Blue eyes. Grease.
It's all Louis. And there's nothing he can do but hurt.
November is cold. Harry's heart feels like it's frozen in time. The only place that could thaw it is the warmth of North Carolina, or perhaps the one living there.
Harry deletes Louis' contact and unfollows his social media. Because even though Louis never posts anymore, Harry can't bear to see his profile. It hurts too much.
Before Harry realizes it, he's been away from Louis for longer than he was with him. Still, it doesn't get easier. He begins to feel hopeless. He's depressed, heartbroken, and everything feels so grey.
Christmas Eve arrives and Harry wonders if Louis is celebrating somewhere with his friends. He doesn't try to search him up again. He just hopes that wherever he is, he's happy.
He's 21 now, Harry remembers. Maybe he's out getting his first legal drink. Or maybe he's just as miserable as Harry, sitting home alone in the dark.
In January, February, and March, Harry writes. He writes thousands of words. His emotions pour out into the songs he writes. But his heart doesn't heal.
It's been months, but Harry hasn't changed. He's still the same boy who fell in love with someone he shouldn't have. And while thousands of people make that same mistake, he doesn't move on.
But in May, he begins to plan.
June
Bentsville, NC
Harry is beyond nervous. It's been so long, but God, if Louis has missed Harry even half as much as Harry has missed him, this has to be the right decision.
Right?
He steps up to the familiar apartment door, taking a deep breath. He knocks, heart pounding in his chest.
He's afraid, and there's no turning back now. He's here. He came back for him. He just hopes that Louis still feels the same about him.
And then, someone opens the door.
"Harry?"
"Zayn," Harry says, the older boy standing in the doorway. “I'm sorry, I didn't know if I should tell anyone I was coming but uh... is Louis here?"
Zayn looks at Harry sadly. "Sorry, Harry.… he's not."
"Oh. uh. well…. When will he be back?" Harry asks.
"No idea," Zayn tells him.
"Where is he?"
Zayn sighs. "Louis has only been here a couple times since he left in November. I don't know where exactly he is all the time, but he's been dealing with a lot of stuff... so… he's been gone most of the time."
"Oh.." Harry's heart sinks. Louis isn't here. Hasn't been for a while.
"It's stuff with his family, you know," Zayn explains. "He's been trying to get his mom clean. She's been doing better. He doesn't think she'll need to do anything drastic. And.. he also has been trying to find his dad for the past few months. He just wants some closure, and to meet him. I'm sorry you came all the way here for nothing."
Harry sighs. "Do you think you could tell him I was here?"
Zayn looks conflicted. He's quiet for a long time before he finally answers. "I don't think it's a good idea if he knew you were here."
"Why?" Harry asks. He's not mad, he just needs to know. Why wouldn't Louis want to see him?
"Harry.. After you left, Louis didn't leave his room for a month. He didn't talk to anyone, not even me. He dropped out of college because he couldn't get out of bed long enough to get to class... But I also know that if he were here, he'd take you back in a heartbeat,” Zayn says. "Which is why I don't think he should see you."
Harry didn't know an of this obviously. And fuck, Louis dropped out because of him? Harry feels like he's completely wrecked his life. He gets why Zayn is telling him no.
"The only way that it would be okay, is if you were here to stay for good," Zayn says.
"But I'm not... I can't stay... I wish I could but... I'm really trying to follow my dreams back home," Harry admits. He hadn't really thought that far ahead. He just wanted to see Louis again.
"And that's okay," Zayn says. "But Louis can't see you if you aren't going to stay."
Harry nods. "You're right."
Later that day
North Carolina is different without Louis. Harry walks to the places they used to visit, and somehow they seem less magical, less nostalgic. He walks on the beach, and while it's peaceful, it doesn't feel like home the way it use to. The ice cream doesn't taste as good. The pier isn't as pretty. The sand doesn't even seem as white.
The reality is that Harry lost everything that made this place feel like his safe haven. And there's nothing that can be done to save it.
He books a flight back to the UK the next day.
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My Patient
Pairing: psychiatrist Jay x patient reader
Summary: You came to the hospital to get a treatment for your trauma but why did it become worse instead of getting better?
Warning: drug usage,yandere themes,murder,panic attack,anxiety,hallucination, mention of suicide and stalking (if you cant handle this please do not read it)
This is pure fanfiction and does not involve any character in real life. Leave a comment and like on this post.Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it.
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"Explain this,park jimin!!!"
"What do you mean y/n? Why are you suddenly being like this?"
"Are you gonna act dumb like that? Tell me the truth.Where did you go last week?"
"Baby, i told you i'm oustation,right? Can you please stop screaming because I'm driving us right now."
"Outstation,huh? There is a picture of you going to other woman's house jimin! How am I supposed to calm down!!!"
"I'M NOT Y/N!! WHY YOU CAN'T BELIEVE ME!!"
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE WHEN THERE IS A PROOF JIMIN"
"Y/N STOP HITTING ME"
"AHHHHHHHHHH"
"AHHHHHHH"
A loud scream released from y/n's mouth. She woke up from her nightmare and looked around only to be met with darkness as it still a night. Cold sweats on forehead and shaking hands made her tears slowly building up. She's tired. The nightmare has been attacking her again. She can't do anything except feeling guilty for the things that happen in the past.
"Jimin-ah, i'm sorry i'm sorry"
Y/n started to cry and whimper how sorry she is to her late-fiance, Park Jimin. Oh how she regrets everything that happened and how she hates that she still alive while her lover is dead.
The bed she was sitting was supposed to be the warm place for her and her fiance. Too bad, he left first. You can hear y/n begging to no one for Jimin to come back.
"y/n wake up! I made you breakfast."
That's Jungkook. He is y/n's cousin who always at her side and help her through everything since both of them are orphan and only have each other. Jungkook doesn't have any girlfriend as he is too busy with his work and taking care of you.
" I ...I dreamt about him again,kook"
Jungkook's movement stopped for a while. He put the plate he was holding to the table and looked at you who were staring at nothing. You changed. Your eyes that always contain happiness now become sorrowful, you lost your weights and getting eyebags under your eyes. Jungkook pursued his lips and sighed. It's not easy. The fight you were having with your fiance was the last time you see him and you don't even get a chance to apologize to each other. Jungkook is so worried because one time he had saved you from cutting your neck just to end your nightmare.
"I can't help but to feel guilty,kook. I tried to distract myself but it didn't work."
"y/n, it's been one year since that incident. You need to stop blaming yourself. This is not healthy."
"I'm afraid I can't, jungkook. It keeps haunting me. I tried to not overthink but I just can't"
Jungkook can heard how broken your voice was. You are too tired and he don't know how can he help you to get over with this. He hugged your body and your soft cries filled up the room.
"Here, I have a suggestion. We get you to a hospital to get a treatment for your trauma. Let's try it y/n. I'm sure Jimin will be sad if he sees you in this condition. Okay?"
"But I'm still scared to go out,kook"
"It's okay y/n, you have me. I will accompany you tomorrow."
Jungkook hold your hand to calm yourself and went to the counter to get your appointment. After that , both of you sit down and waiting for your name to be called.
"What if I can't tell what is happening jungkook? I'm afraid the doctor will call me weird!!"
You asked with a worrying voice an started to scratch your hair. Jungkook sighed and caressed your hair gently and fixed the mess that you did.
"He is doctor for a reason y/n. I believe you can do it. Trust yourself this time."
"Miss y/n. Please go inside. Our psychiatrist is waiting for you."
Jungkook smiled when heard your name getting called. He immediately stood up and pulled you up and walked to the room that you need to get into.
"You can do this y/n. It's time for you to get better."
"Good morning miss y/n. My name is Jongseong and I am your psychiatrist."
The man who is sitting while typing something on his computer made you stunned a while. It is because he is so breathtaking. The cute lips and sharp jawline made you gulped a bit suddenly become nervous. You sit on the chair that has been placed in front of him and waiting for him to finish whatever he doing right now.
"Have you eat y/n? You seem tired."
"Oh i just eat a little? Because i don't have any appetite."
Jongseong,the psychiatrist stopped doing his task and turned to y/n who was fiddling with her fingers.
"Can you tell me what is happening miss y/n? Because I want to help you overcome your problems."
Y/n can feel the panic that started to build up. She tried to calm herself but seems like it became worse. Jongseong quickly went to her when he noticed how the girl can't breath regularly. He cupped her cheeks made her looked at him.
"Miss y/n, I need you to follow what I say. Now,slowly inhale and exhale. Don't think anything just focus on your breathing."
It continues for about ten minutes to finally calm you down. You were feeling embarassed because the psychiatrist had to see this side of you.
"It's okay miss y/n. I had see a lot of my patients being like this. It's normal and no need to get worry. Let's get you start, okay?"
You sighed quietly for the last time and began telling your problem to the man. You often didn't look at his eyes and fiddling with your fingers. Jongseong make sure to take a note of that.
After about an hour, the session finally done and you were waiting for Jongseong to finish what is he writing.
"How do you feel about our session today miss y/n?"
"I feel a bit good but I'm still scared of the nightmares."
"I will give you some technique to control your breath when you have a panic attack and we will meet again after few weeks to see your progress, okay?"
"Yes doctor"
"Just call me jongseong I want you to feel comfortable"
"Okay, if that's what you want. Thank you jongseong-ah"
Somehow the name feels familiar but maybe it's just your mind playing with you.
Two weeks later, your day has been improved and become better. You started to have appetite to eat again and Jungkook was so happy when he saw the changes. You laughed as he screamed happily when you asked him to take you out even though you still scared to go out but Jungkook is always there to reassure you that everything is fine.
However, your happiness shattered when one day you saw a note at your table in your room
I miss you y/n
-jm-
No,no, no this must be a prank. You took the note and went out from your room then walked to Jungkook who was playing with his dog, Bam.
"Hey, do you want to go to the park? We can play with Ba-"
"Are you playing with me, Jungkook?"
"wh-what do you mean y/n? Playing with what?"
"Did you put this in my room?"
Jungkook looked at the note you've showed him. He furrowed his eyebrows after he read the words and turned to you who started to look scared. Bam who was standing beside Jungkook also getting worried when he looked at you.
"Y/n, this is not me. You know my writing y/n. Also why would I do this? I'm not this stupid y/n."
"Then ho-how?"
You fell because you can't feel your legs. You can't breath. You started to feel dizzy. Jungkook were calling you and Bam was barking but you couldn't hear that. What you can hear only your other voices.
'Aren't you looking pathetic right now? No wonder Jimin cheated with you'
'Oh look at this bitch crying. Do you think crying would make Jimin alive again?'
"Stop Stop"
'You should die. You don't deserve to live while Jimin is dead'
"I SAID STOP!! STOP FUCKING STOP ITS NOT MY FAULT JIMIN DIE!!! AAAAAAAARGHHHHH"
"Y/N Y/N I'M HERE DON'T LISTEN TO THAT Y/N LOOK AT ME"
Jungkook were panicking when you started banging your head to the wall. He hold you tightly while you screaming and begging for him to let go.He hugged you for about 15 minutes and your body started to calm down slowly. What Jungkook could heard from you was your sobbing and whimpering. Just as he thought you become better, now you back to the old one.
"Y/n come on let's eat. I made your favourite."
Jungkook said as he put the food and drink beside your bed. Bam who was following him is now laying beside you. You can only stared at them.
"It's not my fault right?"
"Yes y/n it's not. I will install cctv to see who is the one went to your room. Don't worry. We have Bam here, he can protect you."
Bam barked when he heard his name getting called. You laughed with Jungkook and caressing the dog body. After that, you eat and talked with Jungkook for a while before you went to sleep.
What you didn't notice was a man stood at the corner in your room watching how you moved agressively because you were having a nightmare.
"Hi y/n good to see you again after few weeks. Let's continue the session, shall we?"
Jongseong asked with a hint of excited in his voice but he tuned it down when he saw how tired you are. You became worse than before.
"Can you tell me what exactly happening to you this past few weeks y/n? Because it seems you looked really bad."
"It's actually getting better at first but when I saw a note in room, it scared me. The nightmares come back again every single night and sometimes I'm too scared to sleep because I'm afraid I will dream about it again"
The session continue for an hour and Jongseong took a note for every movements y/n did without she realized. The girl sometimes rambled too much and then keep apologizing to the point Jongseong need to calm her down.
"Okay y/n, seems like your condition really become worse so I will give you some medicines to help. Please do not overdose the usage okay? Consume the medicine as what I had adviced."
"Am I that bad, Jongseong?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Jongseong stopped whatever he doing and looked at you seriously. He could sense that you were going to cry so he quickly embraced you in his arms and it was right. You were crying as soon as you leaned to him. The psychiatrist caressing your back as to give you comfort. You and him stayed in that position for a while until you slightly pushed away from him.
"I'm sorry Jongseong. I don't know what's wrong with me. This is so unprofessional. I should not hug you."
"Hey y/n, look at me"
The girl refused to look as she is still embarassed about the hug so Jongseong cupped her cheeks making the girl look at him with wide eyes.
"You cannot always be alone when you want to cry y/n. Sometimes, you need someone to lean and you can use me. Yes, I am your psychiatrist but I am your friend too. Treat me as your friend because I will always be here for you. I will be the one who bring you happiness.
You was too stunned to speak. Not only because of his words but because of the closeness between you and Jongseong. He looked more attractive at this point. The way he smiles at you made your heartbeat fast.
Oh.
Are you falling in love with him?
You blushed at the thought and slowly took off his hands on your cheeks and pursued your lips.
"umm thank you Jongseong. I'm glad that you're my psychiatrist. Thanks for comforting me."
"You're welcome y/n"
You went out from the room and looked at Jungkook who was playing with his phone at the seat.He looked up and smiling when you went to him.
"How is it? Are you feeling better- yo wait why are you blushing,huh?"
"Oh shut up kook let's go take my medicine."
"Hey, you can't fool me. I know you better than anyone.So, hehehehehe is my favourite girl is falling in love? With her psychiatrist?"
"Shut up!!!"
Jungkook teased you along the hallway even after you had picked your medicine. You rolled your eyes when he poked your cheeks to show that you are blushing.
"I'm glad y/n"
"What do you mean?"
"You know, it's the time for you to finally move on from Jimin hyung."
"I know but that doesn't mean I like Jongseong!!"
"Ouuu, is that his name? It's a bit familiar."
Jungkook said while thinking where did he ever heard that name but the thought stopped when you said again.
"Shut up, let's go eat and I want to play with Bam."
Your weeks started pretty badly. Almost every night, you will have the same nightmare. Jungkook and Bam decided to sleep with you so you they can be alert if there is anything happen to you.
You walked to the kitchen to drink a water but you stopped when you saw a tall human or more like man who were watching your moves. You couldn't see who is he because of the darkness and you are certainly sure it is not Jungkook since he sleeps with you. You don't know what to do but you decided to step back and it caused the person to call you.
"bunny"
That's the nickname that only Jimin used it on you. You stayed at your place and looked at the person with wide eyes. You don't know what is happening and you knew your fiance is gone so who is this person standing in the room calling you using a nickname that only a certain person used on you?
"who...who are you?"
"I'm Jimin, bunny. Can't you recognize me?"
The man slowly walked to you but you didn't even try to run. Maybe because you were too shocked of his words. When he reached infront of you, he cupped your cheeks and made you looked at him. It's hard to see actually because of dark but you felt like it is Jimin in front of you.
"...Jimin?"
He giggled and kissed your forehead made you cried suddenly.
"I'm sorry jimin I'm really sorry"
"It's okay bunny. Everyone makes mistake."
"Y/N?"
Jungkook's sleepy voice startled you. He switched on the lights and you shut your eyes because of the sudden bright. Jungkook stared weirdly at you as he saw you were hugging yourself.When you opened your eyes, you looked around the room to find Jimin but there is no trace of him.
"Hey, what are you looking at?"
"Where's Jimin?"
"I- what the hell y/n?!! Jimin is gone y/n!!"
"NO!! I saw him here just now I swear!!"
"Hey look at me!! Y/n, you saw how doctor take the life support off his body and that means Jimin is gone y/n. Have you took your medicine?"
"Are you saying I'm crazy??!!!"
"Of course no y/n!!! I just don't want you to being like this. You need to remember Jimin is gone and it's impossible for dead person to come here."
You were stunned at his words.
Are you having hallucination?
Is it because you don't get enough sleep?
You also don't know what is the answer. Jungkook sighed when you became quiet again. He brought a glass of water and your medicine for you to eat. Jungkook also give you a sleeping pill so you can sleep peacefully.
Three weeks later, you were running with Bam at the park while Jungkook went to buy ice creams. Just when you wanted to call Bam you saw a guy who literally look like Jimin. You started to follow him leaving Bam confused as why you stopped playing. The dog barked but you were too focused on following that person. When you succesfully got to be near, you tapped his shoulder and made him turned his back.
"Jimin- oh sorry! I mistook you"
The man furrowed his eyebrows but didn't say anything instead just continue walking and leaving you stood like a fool. Jungkook went to you with the ice creams he bought and serious look at his face.
"What happen y/n?"
"I- I saw Jimin again...."
"y/n, let's go back home"
"I really saw him Jungkook. I followed him but then I don't know suddenly I lost him? But I'm sure I saw Jimin"
"YOU LOST HIM BECAUSE THERE IS NO JIMIN Y/N"
You were shocked when Jungkook screamed. It is the first time he ever scream that loud to you. Bam too were scared of his loud voice and decided to went to the bedroom.
"Can you please don't think about Jimin anymore y/n? Jimin is dead y/n!! He is dead!! Why can't you accept that??!! You and I saw his funeral y/n. Can you please stop saying he is alive? I'm tired to handle this y/n"
Tired.
You realized even Jungkook who is your cousin that has always by your side is tired of you too. Of course he is, you were saying bullshits and nonsense. Who doesn't get tired of it. You looked down at your lap fiddling with your fingers. You should stop rely on anyone because it only make them tired. Slowly, you stood up and still not looking at him.
"I'm sorry for everything I've done"
And you walked to your room and told Bam to go out to Jungkook. You locked the door and slowly let your body fell to the floor and started crying alone in the darkness.
The next few days y/n was still not talking to Jungkook. She is avoiding that man because she couldn't forget what he said days ago. It's not like she is being angry, no, she just felt guilty for whatever happened and Jungkook couldn't help but to feel guilty too about what happened between him and his cousin. Now, y/n didn't even response when he called her to eat. He always see his cousin come out from the room at midnight and sometimes he woke up at the night just to see y/n tried to cook something. They slowly became apart. His dog, Bam also sad when couldn't play with y/n too. Sometimes, the dog even wait in front of her dog just to make her play with him.
"come on buddy, I'm sure y/n is tired. Let's go sleep bam"
You went to the hospital for your appointment by yourself. Usually,there is Jungkook accompany you but you were still avoiding him and you also went out without his knowing since the man need to bring his dog to vet.
"hi y/n, how are you doing today?"
Jongseong said with a bright smile but you can only response with small nod. The smile on his face automatically dies when he saw how puffy your eyes. He decided to pull his chair and sit in front of you.
"what happen y/n?"
"Jongseong-ah, I-I think I become worse. I started to having hallucination. Everytime I eat the medicine I keep seeing things."
You were not lying. You had did an experiment to not consume the medicine he give and surprisingly you just have same nightmare but not every night and the your mind seems a bit better than the time you consume it. You did some research that certain medicines you have causing this but you didn't expected that bad. You were looking at Jongseong for answer but he just keep staring at you with unexplainable expression. Suddenly, he giggled at nothing and made you more confuse but you stunned at the next words that came out from his mouth.
"That's why I give you that. I want you to become crazy."
"...what?"
You don't know what to say at this moment. Jongseong still looked at you with his smile and standing up from his seat then walked around the room.
"Those medicines I gave to you have some side effects like having hallucination but it's not that bad. So, I added something into your food and drinks everytime."
"...my...food?"
"Yes!!! I break into your house and pour the drugs into your drinks because you have a mini fridge in your room.Even though your cousin had installed cctv I still have my ways to go through hehe. Also, do you remember the night? The day you were crying because you think Jimin is still alive? That was me actually,bunny. Ahh when I feel your body close to me, I nearly faint but Jungkook such a bummer. If he hadn't appear that time, we would have a sweet kiss y/n"
"bullshit"
That's only the word you could mumbled after heard what Jongseong said. It's so disgusting to know that he stay in your room and do something bad. How can you fall in love with this person? The man was amused at how you glared at him. You still looked cute even your look at him show hatred.
"Bunny, I didn't like bad words coming from your mouth. You are too pure to said that."
You had enough. You need to get out from this room. But just when you wanted to stand up,someone behind you had injected you at the neck and slowly your eyes shut and the last thing you heard was
"Only I deserve you"
You woke up from your sleep and winced at the sudden headache. You felt unfamiliar at the scent in the room then you started to remember what happened before you fainted. You quickly sit up but failed when you noticed both of your hands had been cuffed to the bed and your clothes has been changed to a white hospital gown. The thought of Jongseong changing your clothes bring shivers to your body.
"How was your sleep,bunny?"
The voice startled you and made me yelp a little. Jongseong giggled as he slowly walked closer to you and watching how you tried to step back from him even you couldn't.
"Do you want anything? Food or water?"
"Please let me go Jongseong. Please, I'm begging you!!!"
"No y/n. Why would I let you go when I want you at the first place? Isn't it dumb for me to let you go when I finally got you?"
"You are crazy"
"Says the one who having hallucination about his late fiance"
"You knew ....Jimin?"
"yes darling I am park jongseong, his younger brother. Do you remember me?"
Your silence made Jongseong sighed but he didn't care about it. He sat in front of you and started telling a story on how both of you first meet to the point he's following you everywhere just to get know about you. You were terrified when he said he knew exactly your habit and something that only you knew about it.
"-and I still remember how excited you were when Jimin proposed to you. I was there when it's happening and it made me want to kill him so bad. You rejected my confession when we were high school but you accepted my brother confession after a year. Can you feel how angry and sad I am that time? That's why I decided to make this plan.I sabotaged his car and that's why he's dead so he can't bother our life anymore."
"You're stupid. How could you? Jimin is your brother!!"
"I don't care!!! You are mine y/n not him. I'm glad you believed the pictures of Jimin going to someone else house. He is not cheating but I need to do that so we can be together."
"You fucker. Once I get out of here, you will get arrested."
"Are you sure you can get out of here y/n?"
"Yes I can. Jungkook will find me and help me get out of here."
"I love how confident you are but too bad I am one step ahead"
Once again, you got injected and all your movements stopped. Jongseong watched you until you really unconscious. He pulled your bed out from the room and bring to another room which has some equipment in it.
"Let's start the electroshock therapy."
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*Timing Part 2–Zac Efron
Part 1
Warnings: protected sex, rough sex, language
Zac's confession replayed over and over again in my head. I couldn't leave knowing Zac was mad at me. That next morning, I got in my car to go talk to him, needing to see him. When I pulled up to his condo, I hesitated. I gathered my courage and forced myself out of the car.
I jogged up the steps, my nerves bouncing all over the place. I hesitated before lifting my hand and knocking. I held my breath as I waited for him to answer the door. My heart dropped into my stomach when Zac's ex-girlfriend opened the door.
"Hi, Y/N," she smiled. "It's been a long time."
The smirk on her face hit me in the gut. When they were together, she was constantly trying to put herself between Zac and me. She hated that we were close. She tried to put a wedge between us. And sadly, it worked. Until he came to his senses and dumped her.
"Hi, Alexandria," I said, biting my lip.
My heart jumped into my throat when I realized she was wearing one of Zac's flannels and nothing else. I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as I cleared my throat.
"Did you need something?" She sighed as she leaned against the doorframe. "Zac and I were kind of busy."
"Well, I did but. . . Never mind," I stuttered. "Let Zac know I came by to see him."
I quickly turned around and headed back to my car. Before I got in, I turned around and saw her still watching me with a victorious smirk on her face.
"Actually, don't tell him I was here."
* * * * *
Seeing Alexandria at Zac's apartment, in his oversized flannel, killed me. I spent the entire day thinking about Zac.
When they were together, she tortured Zac. She was always telling him he was doing something wrong. With her, he felt like he was never enough.
Finally, I told him I couldn't stand by and watch as he became someone he wasn't, all for her. A week after I walked away, he knocked on my door. He stood there, his head hung low as he was barely able to look me in the eye.
When he finally did, he had tears streaming down his face. He immediately apologized and promised me that he would cut Alexandira out of his life completely. And he did. He deleted her number, unfollowed her on social media, and deleted all pictures of the two of them.
Knowing he cut her out, I couldn't help but wonder why she was back. Did I do this? Did me rejecting him, push him to go back to her?
The thought of me being the reason she's back in his life destroyed me. Zac has always held a special place in my heart. We've been best friends since we were little, but I lied to him the other night.
When he told me he was in love with me, the whole world froze. Then, all at once, it started up again and I had to make a decision; my new job or a life with Zac. And in that moment, I made the wrong decision.
Zac has always been there for me. When I needed him, he'd drop everything and run to me. I was the same way for him. I never thought about us being anything more until he left. When he moved to LA to start his acting career, I realized I couldn't live without him. I was in love with him.
Hours later, I was slowly washing my dishes from dinner with Zac's confession still bouncing around my head. I was brought from my thoughts by a desperate knock on my door. Confused, I hesitated to get it.
When it came again, I decided to answer it. I opened the door, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw who was on my doorstep.
"Zac," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you. . ."
"Alexandria wasn't at my place for what you think," he quickly said. "We didn't hook up or sleep together or anything. I woke up this morning and she was just there. I didn't call her, I didn't invite her, I didn't anything. She was just there. In my flannel. I know how it looks but. . ."
"Did you start drinking again?" I blurted out. He looked at me, his eyes softening when he saw the worry in mine.
"No," he said softly. "I didn't. I haven't had a drink since before rehab. I swear, Y/N. I don't know why Alexandria was at my place. Well. . . I know why. . ."
I waited for him to continue. The more he hesitated, the more worried I got. "She wanted to get back together, didn't she?"
"Yeah," he sighed. When he saw the look on my face, he quickly added, "But I told her no! She was horrible to me, just like you said. I would never go back to her, Y/N. I swear."
He took a slow step towards me and hesitated to grab my hands. Once he did, I intertwined our fingers. We stood like that in my doorway, neither one of us breaking the silence. I looked up at him to see him studying our hands.
"Y/N," he whispered, my name getting caught in his throat. "About what I said at your party. . . I shouldn't have. . ."
I cut him off by letting go of his hands, grabbing his face, and pressing my lips to his. He sucked in a surprised gasp but soon recovered. I felt him smile into the kiss as he pulled me into his chest. Our lips moved in sync as we held each other closely.
"I'm sorry," I gasped, finally breaking the kiss before it could get too heated. "The other night, when you told me how you felt, I was shocked. I decided to pick my new job over you, but that was a huge mistake. And I take it back. I don't want to choose my new job over you. I want to stay with my old job and start a life with you. . ."
Zac cut me off and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips immediately started moving in sync. Without breaking the kiss, Zac leaned down and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, a smirk on my face as he carried me inside.
I giggled, slightly breaking the kiss when he shut the door behind us. I pressed my forehead to his, us breathing heavily as he slowly walked through my apartment and towards my room. I gasped when Zac carefully laid down on the bed without letting go of me.
He hovered over me, slightly rubbing his nose against mine. We were breathing heavily but neither one of us said anything. I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile into the kiss.
Soon, we couldn't contain ourselves anymore. I moaned as our lips moved roughly in sync. Zac broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. My breathing was shaky as he searched for my sweet spot.
When he found the spot under my ear, I let out a small shriek. I could feel him smirking against my skin as he continued to nibble on my sweet spot. A moan escaped my lips when he finally left that spot alone and started traveling down and across my collarbone.
"Damn," he whispered against my skin. He leaned up, looking me in the eyes. "I can't tell you how long I've wanted to hear those noises come out of you and for me to be the reason for them."
"I want you to be the only reason I make those sounds," I said, my voice breathy.
Zac smirked before pressing his lips roughly to mine. As our lips moved in sync, we started removing our clothes. We smirked as we sat up and took off our shirts, tossing them in the same direction.
My cheeks burned red as Zac glanced down at my almost-bare chest, biting his lip. I gathered as much courage as I could before reaching up and unhooking my bra. I didn't look away from him as I took it off.
He bit his bottom lip as he moaned, "Just as beautiful as I knew you would be."
I continued to chew on my bottom lip as his eyes took in my bare chest. He leaned towards me to get me to lay down, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.
"Your turn," I whispered. Zac smirked as he sat up. I instantly bit my bottom lip, holding in a moan as he slipped off his jeans. He playfully hesitated before taking off his boxers.
"Fuck," I said before I could stop myself. Zac smirked as he crawled over me and laid me back down. He leaned up so his lips were right by my ear.
"Just wait," he whispered, sending chills up and down my body. I let out a whimper as he stood up.
"What are you. . ." I stopped talking when Zac bent down and grabbed his wallet from his jeans pocket. He sent me a wink before dramatically pulling a condom out of his wallet.
"Get over here," I said breathlessly.
Zac laughed as he walked over, instantly crawling over me. The second he was hovering over me, he pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved desperately in sync, I heard him open the condom and slip it on.
I gasped when Zac reached down and opened my thighs. I moaned against his lips as he started to massage my thigh, his hand moving higher and higher.
"Please tell me you're ready," he moaned against my lips. "I don't know how much longer I can wait."
"I'm ready," I moaned. I smirked as I added, "Take it easy on me, baby."
Zac grunted and caused me to moan when he pushed roughly into me. We both moaned loudly as he stretched my walls.
"Holy fuck, Zac," I gasped. He went to pull out of me but I grabbed his shoulders, stopping him. "Wait, baby. I need. . . I need to get used to this," I said between moans.
"No problem, gorgeous," he chuckled. "Tell me when you're ready."
I closed my eyes, slightly arching my back. I smirked when I heard Zac groan. I decided to tease him by lowering my back and arching it again, making him slid in and out of me.
"What the fuck are you doing, babe?" He moaned. "I thought. . . Fuck!"
I giggled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. As our lips moved roughly in sync, so did our bodies. The pressure was building, our moans getting louder.
I gasped as he broke the kiss and started kissing my neck without pulling out of me. Zac explored my neck before traveling down my body.
"Oh, Zac!" I moaned loudly when his mouth found my breast. With a smirk on his face, he started to make out with my nipple. Profanities kept leaving my lips as he spent more time with my breasts.
"Shit," I gasped when Zac rolled us over so I was on top of him. He was breathing heavily as he looked me over, his hands tightly massaging my hips.
"My turn," he said, his voice coming out rough and dark.
"What do you want me to do, baby?" I asked as I reached up and started massaging my own breasts. My action made him moan.
"Ride me," he demanded. "Please, babe. I need to watch as your beautiful body pleasure mine."
His smile faltered when he saw the look on my face drop. He sat up, me still on his lap.
"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered.
"I've never. . . I don't know how. . ."
"Hey," he said gently. He smiled as he reached up and cupped my hand in his cheek. "Whatever you do, will be perfect."
I bit my lip before nervously sitting up, repositioning. He sent me an encouraging smile as he shifted a little so he was leaning against the headboard. I took a shaky breath as he rubbed my hips.
"Whenever you're ready, baby girl."
The look of love and lust in his eyes gave me all the encouragement I needed. I smiled before slowly bringing my hips down to his. Zac leaned his head back and moaned when he slipped into me. I took a shaky breath before starting to slowly grind down on him.
The longer I was on top of him, the louder he moaned. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but one look at him and I knew I was. He opened his eyes and smirked at me as he started to watch me go down on him.
"Holy shit," he swore under his breath when I went down a little harder.
"Is this. . . Does this feel good, baby?" I meant for it to sound sexy but it ended up sounding hesitant.
"So fucking good, baby."
He sent me a wink before closing his eyes and leaning his head against the headboard. I bit my lip when he lifted his hips, making the feeling of what we were doing sharpen.
I smirked when I got an idea. Without stopping my movements, I leaned down and licked up his chest. Zac sucked in a breath as my tongue traveled up his chest.
"Holy fuck, baby girl," he moaned.
He sucked in another breath when my tongue got to his neck, sliding up his chin. I cut off his moans by forcing my tongue into his mouth. I started moving my hips harder against his as our lips moved in sync.
"Wait," he gasped, breaking the kiss. "Baby, you gotta stop," he said out of breath. I instantly sat up, him slipping out of me.
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice breaking. I started to get off of him, but he stopped me and pulled me down onto his chest. He titled his head up and pressed his lips to mine.
"You don't have to be sorry," he whispered. "You were amazing, baby. The only reason I had you stop was because if you kept going, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from. . . Ya know."
I blushed when he sent me a teasing smirk. "And I don't want to finish with you on top," he said, his voice deepening. "I want to be on top of you, watching as we finish for the first time."
Zac quickly rolled us over, his smirk never leaving his face. He glanced down at my body, breathing heavily.
"I have wanted to do this with you for so fucking long," he whispered.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down so his forehead was pressed to mine.
"I love you, Zac," I whispered.
Zac quickly pressed his lips to mine. He didn't wait to push back into me. We moaned as our bodies and lips moved in sync. Soon, we were both riding our orgasms.
"Zac," I gasped, finally breaking the kiss. "I'm so close, baby."
I sucked in a breath when he pushed further into me. He grunted as he continued to push in and out of me.
"Give in, baby," he said through his teeth. "Cum for me, gorgeous. Please. I need to feel you giving in to me."
I finally released when he leaned down and pressed his face between my breasts. Even though I had already reached my orgasm, Zac continued to play with my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair, making him bite down on my skin.
"Fuck!" He yelled when he finally released.
Zac slowly pulled out of me but stayed on top. He leaned up and looked deeply into my eyes. We were both breathing heavily as we laid there, neither one of us moving.
Finally, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my swollen lips. When he pulled apart, his smile was wide.
"I love you so fucking much, Y/N."
"I love you too, Zac."
* * * * *
I woke up to the sun shining through my window. A smile formed when the arm wrapped around my waist tightened and pulled me closer. I looked over my shoulder to see Zac's eyes still closed but he was smirking. I tried to sit up, but Zac grunted and tightened his grip on me.
"Zac," I whispered. He grunted again, leaning his forehead against my shoulder blade.
"Zac," I tried again. "Release."
"No," he mumbled.
I laughed as I rolled over, still in his arms. I leaned up and kissed his nose, finally getting him to open his eyes. The second they opened, he smiled.
"I love you," he whispered.
I smiled as I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and whispering back, "I love you too."
I bit my lip when his smile dropped. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat.
"Nothing," he tried to say. He sighed, laughing slightly when he saw the look on my face.
"Talk to me," I said under my breath as I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand.
"Are you still planning on leaving?" My heart sank when his voice got caught in his throat. "I mean, I'm not going to stop you. It would be an amazing experience and that wouldn't be fair for me to stop you. We could always do the long-distance thing, right? It'll be hard but. . ."
I cut him off by rolling us over so I was on top of him. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. As our lips moved in sync Zac ran his hands up and down my back. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against his.
"I'm not going anywhere."
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Courage My Love// Semi Eita
Pairing: Semi Eita x Reader
Summary: You like Semi and come up with a plan to confess to him, unfortunately it takes a turn. You meet again a couple years later by chance.
Chapter Six: Shape Up
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“Alrighty, your food will be ready shorty,” the waitress spoke before leaving with the booklets and you all thanked her.
Semi and you still haven’t had a real conversation since sitting down at the table together, just mumbling some words to get through the night which Taka took notice of. “Are you two nervous or something? It’s alright, I’m not scary and you guys don’t look scary. Enjoy yourselves please, besides this is all our treat to you guys.” Feeling guilty for your behavior you immediately apologized to Taka and his band mates and thanked them again for the invitation. Semi did the same as well. You’re both just gonna have to fake it. “It’s okay! We’re going to be spending a lot of time together so I think it’d be cool if we could get to know each other, where are you from? I’m from Tokyo.”
“Miyagi,” you and Semi answered at the same time.
“Oh! Have you guys met before or anything?”
“We went to the same high school,” Semi answered causing you to internally face palm.
“That’s crazy! Were you two friends?”
“We were. Then we lost touch when we graduated. You know, busy busy,” you spoke up before Semi could. The last thing you want was someone you look up to questioning your past drama. Just seeing Semi was enough to remind you of how things went down all those years ago.
“Yeah, this is actually our first time seeing each other since then.”
“Wow, now I’m the odd man out,” Taka laughed to which you did too. While laughing you felt something poke your side.
Semi was sneakily trying to hand you his phone. Semi started branching off to a different conversation with Taka to distract him which you know he did so you could look at his phone without suspicion since everyone else was having their own conversations. You took a quick glance at the text message he typed to someone but didn’t send.
“Can we talk after this?”
You glided your eyes back onto the two singers, focusing more on the ash blonde. You two haven’t spoken in six years, what could he have to say, you asked yourself. Starting to think out every logical scenario you could, you thought that he just wanted to get the confrontation out of the way so you could both do this tour without any issues. Whatever happens, you know that even if you say no, you’d have to talk to him eventually. Might as well get it over with sooner than later so you typed your response.
“Yeah seriously thank you so much for listening to my band too. I’m so glad you like us. I’m actually a big fan of your music,” you spoke, jumping into the conversation so you could pass Semi his phone back with ease under the table.
“Thank you. I really liked your voices and wanted you guys to join me for the last song on our set list. It’s one of the new songs off the latest album,” Taka explained.
“Which song is it?” You asked excitedly.
“Take What You Want. We made the song with 5 Seconds of Summer but I think you guys would sound really good doing their parts.”
“I’m so down!”
“Sounds good to me,” Semi added, amused by your enthusiasm.
“Here’s your food,” the waitress spoke as she set down your plates with the help of another waiter. You all thanked them for the food before enjoying your meals.
The rest of the dinner was actually quite enjoyable. From what you could tell, Haruka and Jiro were mostly catching up with each other, which you understood since they were close their final year of high school. Tomo and Toru of One Ok Rock seemed to enjoy the stories Izumi was telling them while Ryota and Yui were having fun helping Ranmaru and Subaru practice their English. You loved talking with Taka. He was really easy to get along with and made it much easier to break the ice with Semi. You all finished your meals and left the restaurant together.
“That was the best meal I’ve had in forever!” Izumi announced when everybody was outside.
“Right? I cant way to try more food!” Jiro added on.
“What do you say guys?” You and Semi said simultaneously, crossing your arms and turning from each other.
“Thank you,” Your band members said all together.
“It’s nothing really,” Toru started.
“Yeah, we’re glad we got to meet like this,” Tomo added.
“We had a lot of fun tonight. Can’t wait to see what the rest of the tour will be like,” Ryota continued.
“You’re still very welcome. We’ll see you all tomorrow at the venue. Eita, Y/n, don’t forget, two in the afternoon for rehearsal. We’re heading back to our bus so good night,” Taka finished. The guys in One Ok Rock all waved you guys goodbye before heading off.
“They were really nice,” Subaru spoke.
“Yeah, this’ll be so exciting. It’s your guys first time in the US right?” Yui asked Won’t Regret.
“Yeah, thanks again for helping us practice,” Ranmaru said.
“No worries. You can ask us for help if needed.”
“Do you guys want us to walk you to your bus? It’s dark out,” Jiro offered, looking at Haruka for a response.
She smiled at him before responding, “Jiro you’re funny, our buses are in the same lot. We might as well just walk in a group.”
“Girls, you can head off. I’m gonna talk with Semi so I’ll catch up later.”
Yui was the first one to give you a worried look, wondering if you were fine being alone with him. Izumi and Haruka looked confused and curious. From what they knew, you haven’t been in contact with Semi since high school. Tendou was the one that mostly helped you through grieving the loss of your best friend but they could recognize the look of nostalgia in your eyes when you reminisced on old memories with him. They know you were strong, but it was a pain that never completely went away.
“How long?” Izumi asked.
“It might be a while,” Semi answered. “I’ll walk her back straight to your bus, don’t worry.”
The girls reluctantly let left you with Semi while the rest of boys accompanied them. As the groups walked away they would occasionally turn their heads back to the two of you out of curiosity to see what was going to happen. You were known for having a laid back attitude but stepping up and becoming assertive if need be in less than a second. Semi was typically pretty patient with you but it’s best to be careful since he has a shorter fuse.
“Hi,” Semi started awkwardly once his everyone was out of sight.
“Hey,” you responded in the same tone.
“Wanna go sit on that bench? Also, how’ve you been?”
“Yeah, and I’ve been good. You?”
He started walking across the street after looking both ways. “I’m doing great. How’s Tendou? Congrats on your marriage, by the way.”
“Marriage?” You asked confused.
“Didn’t you and Tendou get married and have a honeymoon in France?”
You let out a laugh before responding. “Tendou and I have been broken up for like three years now dude. I’ve never gone to France with Tendou, he went for his career and now lives there. I’ve only gone if it was for touring. Where’d you get that idea from?” You asked, gradually laughing harder resulting in Semi feeling relief. Half of it being that you might be single and the other part being that the laughing is a good sign that you’re willing to humor him.
“I saw he posted pictures of himself with the Eiffel Tower and stuff so I just assumed,” he chuckled along.
“Yeah but wouldn’t it make sense if I was in those pictures with him? I probably would’ve posted a picture of my ring too.”
“You know I follow you still?”
“Yeah, I pay attention to my notifications sometimes. I’ll be honest though, I did unfollow you.”
“Understandable,” Semi sighed.
You both went quiet after that, getting comfortable on the metal bench. Taking note of his expression, you took the lead for conversation. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”
“Oh uh, I wanted to apologize,” he responded, grateful for the dim lighting so his blush wouldn’t be super noticeable.
“Well, I’m listening,” you said before crossing your arms in a playful manor.
“I’m sorry for calling you a bitch. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I’m sorry for saying all that petty shit and hurting you. I’m sorry for all the pain I gave you. You know that saying that’s like ‘you don’t know what you have until you lose it?’ Well I lost you, and that was my biggest regret. All these years-“
“Semi, you can stop-“ you interrupted not expecting him to go on a full on rant for an apology. You were fine with a simple ‘I’m sorry’. Never would you have expected the ash blonde to list out every thing he did wrong. It was high school, that’s when mistakes are meant to be made because you learn from them. After walking the earth for twenty four years, you couldn’t give less of a shit about the things that happened. You grew up, you were over it, you have other things to focus on than hold onto a grudge because someone hurt you.
“Let me finish. Please. All these years I never tried to reach out to you because I think you made it clear that you didn’t want to speak to me and I respect that but oh my god I’m so proud of you. You’ve accomplished so much. You’ve traveled around the world, living your dream. I know we may have ended on bad terms but I have never, not once, ever wished for your life to take a turn for the worst. I’m genuinely so happy for you. I’m just so, so, sor- What? Why are you crying? I’m the one apologizing!” he asked, raising his hands to wipe your tears.
While listening to him all you could think about was how guilty you felt. “Because I’m sorry,” You answered, grabbing his wrists to pull them away from your face so you could wipe your own tears. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry for not reaching out either. I’m sorry for almost starting a physical fight with you.” You were letting all your frustrations out at this point from all the emotions you had built up inside you. While you had to admit you were upset with him, you were the one that started it. “I shouldn’t have said what I said the night of the talent show. I should’ve told you the truth. I started this. I’m the one at fault.”
“Y/n...” Semi wrapped his arms around your back, using one hand to guide your face into his chest to help you calm down. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” His voice was soft, different compared to the way he was speaking before. His task at hand was just to focus on you. “I missed you,” he spoke.
“I hmff ugh oo,” you responded, head still buried in his chest.
“What?”
You pulled away from him and straightened your back. “I said I missed you too.” You took a couple seconds to look at him. He looked almost exactly the same as he did back then. The only differences you could tell were that his hair was longer and he looked more mature, maybe a little buffer. It was somewhat comforting. “I don’t get it. I told myself I should hate you after all that happened but I could never bring myself to accept it. It’s weird that we’re talking with little difficulty right now to each other.”
“Little difficulty? I’m not gonna lie, my heart is beating so fast right now. I was so nervous to even hand you my phone at the table,” Semi laughed, eyes not looking away from your form laughing into your hand. “I don’t get it either though. I honestly thought you were gonna hate me and yell at me like, do you really forgive me?”
“How do I say this?” You asked yourself before taking a deep breath to answer his question. “After graduating and experiencing the real world, I realized I don’t need to focus on high school bullshit. We were so young-“
“Now you’re making me feel old.”
“Shut up! We were just teens. Now we’re adults, ya know? With bills to pay and actual responsibility. I’d rather focus on me, myself now than what happened in high school. Am I gonna forget it? No, it helped build the person I am now. Can I forgive? I may be a petty bitch and say I don’t wanna but what’s that gonna do for me? Nothing so I might as well.” After giving your long explanation you looked at him again and took in his features, old happy memories flooding back to you.
“Do you think we start over?” Semi asked hopefully.
“Yeah.”
“Hey, I’m Semi Eita. I play in a band and I’m a bit of an asshole sometimes. What’s your name?”
“I’m L/n Y/n and I also play in a band and can sometimes be a bitch,” you responded with a laugh.
“It’s nice to meet you. Can I walk you to where you need to be?” he asked, getting up and putting his hand out to help you up.
“Sure, that’d be really nice.”
After he helped you up, you started walking towards your bus with Semi walking right next to you. “Hey I’m actually playing a show tomorrow night, you should check us out!”
“No way, what time?” You asked deciding to play along.
“Like seven but you know how it goes, it’ll probably be more like seven-fifteen.”
“Ugh that’s annoying. Can you come to mine? I think I play at like eight.”
“Sure, dude. Anything for my bestie.”
“Aight I’m done. Bestie is too far, dude.”
“What! I can’t call you my bestie even though we just reunited six years after not seeing each other?”
“Correct. We can be ‘friends’,” you said, using your fingers to put air quotes, “but honestly I’m still on edge. Like after we went our separate ways it was hard for me to reconnect with people because it hurt when we ended things. I don’t wanna go through that again.”
Semi sighed, “I get that. Sorry again. I promise I won’t do that again.”
“It’s okay. And you better. Or else we’re really throwing hands,” you teased.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Don’t make me go all WWE on you!”
“Oh my god Semi, is that a threat?”
“Y/n!” Izumi yelled which made you focus on your tour bus. The girls had each opened a window to stick their head out of and wait for your arrival.
“Are you okay?” Haruka asked.
“Do you want back up?” Yui followed up.
“I’m joking, Yui,” Semi said, putting his hands up in defense.
“You better, or else I’m gonna be the one fighting for y/n,” Haruka warned with a glare.
“I guess this is goodnight, Semi. You don’t want to throw hands with Haruka, she’s pretty buff. Thanks again. See you around,” you said as you waved him goodbye and hopped on the bus.
“See ya,” Semi responded. He turned around and threw his head upwards to the night sky and let out a sigh before walking to his bus.
Yui with her head still out of the window took notice of how Semi relaxed after you left him. “Hey, girly,” she started, getting up from her spot after closing the window. “You okay? How’d it go?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. It actually went surprisingly well.”
“That’s good news!” Izumi cheered.
“So are you friends again?” Haruka asked.
“Hmm, I guess so? We’re basically just starting over.”
“This tour is gonna be interesting,” Yui finished.
Getting back onto his bus, Semi immediately felt three pairs of eyes glued on him. Jiro set his Nintendo switch down while Subaru put his phone on his lap and Ranmaru stood up.
“We’ve been expecting you,” Ranmaru started with a straight face.
“Yeah!” Jiro added only to be shushed by Subaru.
“Well... good news?” Semi responded, not knowing what to make of the way his band mates were acting.
“Go on...” Subaru said, this time being shushed by Jiro.
“First, I’m gonna be a guest vocal for One Ok Rock with Y/n during their last song. Second, I told Y/n everything I needed to say. We’re friends again. We’re all good,” Semi said with a smile.
Ranmaru took a few steps closer to Semi before lovingly slapping his back. “Proud of you, bro.”
“Woooo! Go Eita!” Jiro jumped up to hype up his bandmate.
“Awesome!” Subaru finished. “Happy for you man. Now, I hate to be the mom here, but we should get to bed. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”
“Good job guys!” Taka said, patting both of your backs.
“Thank you! Is there anything you want us to change?” You asked.
“Hmm, nah. I know most people say practice makes perfect but I think as the tour goes on we’ll improve the performance each night.”
“Sounds good,” Semi said.
“Can I give some feedback?” You asked. Taka and Semi both gave you a nod to go on. “You,” you pointed to Semi, “are being so stiff. It’s your first tour in the US. Loosen up! I’ll be blunt, if how to act now is how you’re gonna act during your set, which is the first one, you’re not gonna grab anyone’s attention. The majority of the crowd probably haven’t even heard of your band. You gotta draw them in.”
“I have to agree with her,” Taka joined in.
Semi grew wide eyed and turned a little red. You were about to speak up again but he beat you to it. “Sorry, I think I’m just nervous. This is all new to me,” he said, bringing a hand up to the back of his head.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound harsh! I just want you guys to grow. Being on tour right now is a big honor so I want you to get the most you can out of it. And-“
And you were rambling. Same old Y/n, Semi thought to himself, letting you ramble while he had a small smirk on his face, amused by the words you were speaking.
“Just perform how you would back then! I think if you brought that energy you’d really get a lot of people hooked!”
“Ya think so?”
“I know so. Can we try again but exaggerate our movements? This dude has to shape up.”
“I’ve heard so many stories about you mentoring the smaller bands, it’s nice to see that you live up to them,” Taka smiled.
“Thank you,” you responded with a blush. “Now Semi, follow our lead. And don’t let us down tonight.”
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There's so much that's going on at once that I don't know what to scream about first. This chapter, holy shit aaahhhhhh
(chapter 291 spoilers below)
- bby touya hhhhhhhh
- keigo's dad was a serial killer and thief???
Omg pls tell me more about the skeletons in the HPSC closet, I'm enjoying this way too much
- also rip Keigo I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all
- SERIOUSLY tho the irony of escaping one murderer by being saved by another one, lmao. Horikoshi is about to wreck this man's whole career and I'm so here for it
- guess he'll have plenty of free time now that he'll be jobless lmao
- Hawks is my second fave character, I just like to bully him bc he deserves it
- DID I MENTION BABY TOUYA?? AHHHHHHHHHHH BC IF SO I SHALL MENTION HIM AGAIN. UNFOLLOW ME NOW BECAUSE HIS CUTE ROUND FACE AND CHEEKY SMILE AND HIS LITTLE ONESIE AND HIS RED HAIR TURNED WHITE IS ALL I'M GONNA WRITE ABOUT FOR A WEEK
- DABI SHOWING A GODDAMN DNA TEST ON HIS TV BROADCAST. I'M LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND
- ok but strategic brilliance aside, I'm kinda dying here at the thought of him possibly stealing one of toga's blood vials
- enji: I don't believe you
dabi: here's a little DNA TEST ON A NATIONWIDE BROADCAST, as a treat
- seriously dhjdbdja and I thought last chapter he was acting extra... I love him so much
- tell me, Hori. Is the need for a dna test the real reason why dabi put up with ujiko all this time? Lmfaoooo
- losing it at dabi telling him he's glad endeavor is fine so he can destroy him vs endeavor not even acknowledging that the person in front of him can be touya because that implies acknowledging that he broke him
- jeanist is alive, how fucking boring. I like exactly none of that good victim vs bad victim bs but I hope this is gonna get addressed as another reason why Hawks sucks
(hfjsjsb I swear I do love hawks he's just lame)
- let dabi kill his father without a top ten hero interrupting 2kforever
- seriously, I can't believe jeanist and miruko are such cockblockers, give it a rest and let him be sexy. This man waited something like 10 years to commit patricide in front of the biggest stage in hero history, don't be a dick
- omg tho rip to future students when they'll have to study this war in school
- so should we assume that touya is very close in age to fuyumi? I think the chapter disproved the twins theory (glad I got this right), but touya looked extremely baby in that one panel
- what else happened, damn, there's so much to comment on
- the lov didn't know??? Kinda curious if this was a translation mistake or not. Leaks are usually pretty bad at conveying nuance. Shig & Dabi mentioned having a plan, so I'm assuming that it involved Dabi's little show. But now this?? Did he just film the broadcast on his own then? If so, how did he preface his plan of ruining hero society with a little speech? Did he just walk into a meeting saying that he was gonna nuke Endeavor's career and then just. Not specify how? And Shigaraki still rolled with it? Cause if so I'm living for it. Not to say I'm surprised Shig would do it, it's terribly on brand for his type of leadership, but my shigadabi little heart is thriving lol
- oh I almost forgot:
did endeavor just. Leave a child to train inside a cremation chamber alone???? With no supervision? What the actual fuck (not that I'd be surprised of this either, it's terribly on brand for him too, but. Guess it's time to wait for the full chapter before making assumptions)
- ALSO LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND AT THE FACT THAT TOUYA DIED IN A LITERAL CREMATORIUM AND THEN ADOPTED THE NAME "DABI" (cremation) AND NO ONE CONNECTED THE FUCKING TWO DOTS. Hero society deserves to crumble just for that. Seriously, how dumb, self-absorbed and blind can they be. I get why Dabi had to put this much thought into making this as straightforward and theatrical as possible. They can't fucking get a hint if it smacks them in the face
- I know they called it a "fireproof training room" but what else do you call a restricted space capable of sustaining 2k degrees fucking celsius.
- I'm just. Gonna leave this here. Bc it's self-explanatory:
- also kinda losing it at the thought that Dabi has been missing a little piece of his jaw all this time fhbsjdhdjs give this man a medic that's not ujiko asap
- WE GET TO SEE NATSUO'S REACTION
- LEAKS WHY ARE YOU LETTING ME DOWN I NEED TO SEE HIS FACE
- little touya being super proud of the big fire he can summon versus his face falling when he gets burned for the first time:
- dabi using PROMINENCE BURN of all techniques... Lmao don't tell me I was right about it all this time... And that he really "died" while trying to master his dad's technique
- I'll probably continue to lose my mind over this chapter when I read the full thing, but thanks for bearing with me in the meantime
#I keep tripping over my thoughts trying to process it all#Thyandra.txt#Bnha spoilers#Spoilers#Jesus christtttt
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Can you explain why you still support woojin. You don't owe me the explanation but I'm trying to understand. I know he has been proven innocent of the acusations, and in any other cirumstances I would be okay the idol isn't a bad person. However the way he handled the allegations just put me off him. Imagine talking about how you're under a new company and people should anticipate your comeback in the face of being accused of rape. Could've took it more seriously than that, like yeh sure maybe he knew he didn't do it but then you don't bring up an irrelevant topic whilst trying to prove your innocence. And then the way so many stays are convinced he bullied some members of stray kids. I just don't understand how you wouldn't want to distance yourself from someone like that.
Sure.
As you mentioned, the S.A accusations were false.
Also he's dumb for that, yeah, but he was trying to move the topic away from the false accusations. Did he do it poorly and end up looking bad? Yeah lmfao but many people try to ignore and move past bad press. He's young, and he was scared, and the whole world felt like it was against him - pressure and fear can alter how we react to things. Plus he was probably just waiting for the police to clear him anyway, and as you said, he knew he was innocent. The timing was off but he seemed to use it as a "hey I'm not guilty and I'm still in the business". He might've even underestimated how serious the accusations were, especially since he was innocent. He might've thought it would blow over quickly.
Again, sure, he could've handled it better but people all react differently. People make mistakes, people have different personalities, people are... people.
The bullying thing seems completely off to me (i.e the clips are all out of context) and like it is used as a way to continue hating him, as a witchhunt even. I get it. He rubs people the wrong way. Just say you hate him and move on. It's okay to hate people, you don't need to look for crumbs so your opinion is "validated". It's okay to say, "I don't like Woojin" and that be the end of it.
Every clip and compilation shown for the bullying accusations is cropped to benefit their side. That's chill. That's what the media does, no biggie. But if you look for the source videos or if you compare his behaviour with other idols/even other members in the band, it's commonplace. The 'looks' and actions of the others aren't directed solely at him, they're used on other members at different times.
People also said he was blacklisted and that is also... obviously fake. A lot of the information being spread about him ends up being fake :/ it makes it hard to believe that blurry photos and edited videos are solid proof.
HOWEVER! If any member of SKZ comes out and says they were bullied OR if substantial evidence surfaces, then I'll drop him. SKZ is my #3 group and I would never stand for them being hurt.
It's just... at this point in time, the evidence is all flimsy at best.
The way you worded your original message makes me think that we'll be at a difference of opinion on this and that's totally okay!! If you don't feel comfortable seeing him on your dash, please unfollow me! I don't want anyone to be hurt or upset, but I also don't want to walk on eggshells on my own blog so I'm going to support who I want, hence why I put the warning in my description and why I won't mind at all if people unfollow!
[Also his song, Still Dream, is really good. It's well-done, the MV is nice, the stages look cool. Hard not to support that masterpiece]
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For Better, For Worse (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)
Summary: In which the reader reunites with her estranged husband.
Warnings: language, Sad Ransom (he’s a little out of character in this ngl), bad writing, SPOILERS (if you haven’t watched Knives Out)
Word Count: 1634
Feedback is appreciated!
You were hosting a get together at your new apartment. A few of your college friends found time to visit your new home in New York City. It was a gift – an apology – from your husband, whom you’ve been separated with for the past year. Separated. Not divorced.
The split was nowhere near mutual. “I’m not happy,” you confessed to him with tears running down your face. “I’m not happy anymore.” And although he didn’t want you to leave him, he didn’t want you to resent him by forcing you to stay. So, with regret, he let you go.
You got married young. You didn’t want to call it a mistake though many of your friends and family argued that it was. They’d say you were hypnotized by the empty promises that he said and that it was about time you came to your senses. They’d tell you that you deserve to be happy, that you deserve better. You wouldn’t tell them that although you weren’t happy as the relationship found its end, you didn’t want better. You just wanted him.
It all started with an urgent knock on your apartment door. Three sharp taps grabbed your attention and you walked over to the door. You opened it without bothering to look through the peephole.
“Linda?” You asked in surprise. Lo and behold, your mother-in-law stood in the hallway. Her brows were pulled together in a scowl and she looked exhausted. “What are you doing here?”
Though the Thrombeys weren’t your favorite bunch, they were still kind enough to welcome you into their family. They had high hopes for your relationship. They thought that you were going to be the one to tame the beast. But you failed.
When you and your husband made the separation known, they cut you off. And understandably so. Joni had unfollowed you on Instagram. Meg stopped answering your calls. Linda and Richard had even blocked you from contacting them – you were sure you’d get a restriction order. Walt and his family never bothered to talk to you, so the harsh silence didn’t hurt as much. Only Harlan had reached out. He said if you needed anything, to let him know.
“I need you,” Linda muttered. It sounded as if the words hurt her as she said them.
“What?” You scoffed, your grip on your apartment doorknob tightened. Your knuckles turned white. “What can I do for you?”
“I need you to go back to Massachusetts with me.” She said, sternly. “Pack enough for a week, maybe two.”
“I have guests,” you frowned at her demands. “What happened?” Dread filled you. It had to be an emergency if Linda Drysdale came all this way to talk to you.
She let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “(Y/N), if you don’t do as I say this instant, so help me God, I will drag you out by the hair.”
Your frown deepened as you took a step back and shook your head. “You’re not my boss. If you touch me, I will call the cops.”
“You always had a backbone on you.” She chuckled dryly. “That’s why he liked you so much. You were the only girl that would ever stand up to him.” She put her hands on her hips as she sighed. “He needs you, (Y/N).”
-=+=-
And with that, you found yourself on the Drysdale private jet, flying back to the life you left behind.
You told your friends that it was an emergency and that you’d reach out once it’s all over. They were all understanding as they quickly filed out of your apartment.
You looked out the window, watching the clouds pass. You and Linda sat in silence. She had a drink in hand as she furiously typed on her cellphone.
“You never told me what happened,” you muttered filling in the silence.
She glanced up at you, a glare in her glasses. Her lips pursed. “And you never told me why you left my son.”
“Not like you guys ever answered me when I tried to talk to you.” You snapped. “Wait, he never told you?”
“Did you cheat on my son?”
You frowned at the accusation and shook your head furiously. “Absolutely not. I love him.”
“Love,” she repeated, a smirk painted on her lips. “Well, it’s good that you didn’t say ‘loved’.”
“Why does he need me?” You asked. “Is he… is he filing for divorce?”
But she never answered your question.
-=+=-
The ride was silent. You didn’t exactly know where she was taking you. There was a small voice in the back of your head that joked that she was going to kill you, but you knew that wasn’t true. Linda Thrombey was capable of many things, but murder wasn’t one of them.
“Is this a joke?” You asked her as the two of you got out the car.
“Am I laughing?” She bit back, slamming her car door shut.
The jail gave you an unsettling feeling. The curious eyes of the cops followed you as you quietly followed Linda.
She paid over a million dollars for bail. That fact alone sent an uneasy feeling to your stomach.
You sat in silence as the officer handed her a garment bag. You watched the scene unfold. The doors opened to reveal him.
He didn’t notice you as he walked over to his mother. She shoved the bag into his hands, turned around and walked towards the exit. He stared after her, confused. You found your nerves again as you stood to your feet, quietly following her.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, jogging through the hall to catch up to you. When you didn’t answer, he grabbed your arm and spun you around to make you look at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Why are you here?” You snapped at him. His features softened as he saw your watery eyes. He hadn’t seen you in a year. He didn’t think that your reunion would be at a jail. You swallowed and took a deep breath. You pulled your arm from his grip.
-=+=-
Linda dropped you both at the familiar home with the large windows. The memories replayed in your mind; everything was still so vivid. “I’ll come by next week.” She said as the two of you got out. “The officers will arrive shortly.”
You bid her a quiet farewell.
You stared at him from across the dining table. He asked you to sit next to him like you would in the past, but you refused.
“Explain.” You ordered.
“Do you want something to eat?” He asked, deflecting. “I don’t know how to cook, but there should be a few things in the fridge – “
“Hugh!” You snapped. “Tell me what you fucking did!”
He adverted his eyes from your glares. He didn’t like when you stared at him like that. Everyone always thought he was a bad guy, but you never did. He knew if he told you the truth, that would change. You’d walk right out his house again and never come back.
“If I tell you, you’re going to leave me again,” he muttered. He didn’t even notice that his voice cracked. He didn’t notice the tears that began to form in the corners of his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, too.”
You put your head in your hands in defeat. You could easily look up what he did. With a bail so high, there’s bound to be a story about it on the news. From what you could gather from Linda was that Harlan’s dead and everything that was once theirs now belonged to his sweet nurse, Marta. But that was as much as she would tell you.
You sighed as you stood. You walked over to him, taking your usual seat next to him. Your hands were shaking as you reached over and grabbed his forearm. “Please,” you begged, “please, tell me.” He stayed silent. “Linda came all the way to New York to abduct me so that I’ll be here for you. She wouldn’t tell me why.” He stayed silent and you let out a shaky breath. “Now, I could easily find out what you did. A couple searches on google and I’ll knock. But I’d much rather you tell me.”
“If I tell you, you’ll leave me again.” He repeated. “I’ve already lost everything, (Y/N). If I lose you twice, I swear I’m going to lose it.”
You sighed as you stood. He thought you were going to walk away, but you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He hesitantly wrapped his own around your waist. You missed this. You missed Ransom.
“I’m sorry that I left you,” you apologized, kissing his temple.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he muttered. “I promised you a lifetime of happiness and gave you nothing but frustrations. Like I am now.”
“But I’m here now, Ransom,” you coaxed. “I… I want to be here for you. I could’ve easily told Linda to eat shit, slam my door in her face. But she told me you needed me. I would dropped everything and everyone for you.”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, burying his face into your stomach. “I’m sorry.” You felt the material of your blouse getting wet and you quickly realized he was crying. You allowed him to break down, knowing he didn’t give himself many opportunities to do so. You ran your fingers through his dark hair as you tightened your hug.
“I made a vow to you,” you whispered, pulling away slightly so that you could see his face. You sat back down in your seat and cupped his face in your hands, wiping away the tears. “I made a vow… For better, for worse, Ransom. So, whatever you did, I’m not leaving you. Not again.”
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