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mcu-coworkers · 2 years

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Summary:Anakin's decisions force you to make a choice you dreaded making. (Happy ending)

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Y/n reader

Wordcount:2,800+

A/n: This came to me while watching To all the boys I loved before , not that it has anything to do or any inspo but it just did and I actually loved that show and the books so I definitely recommend! Anywho, I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading!xx

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You never wanted to admit defeat, you wished you had enough strength to turn your cheek one more time hoping the next would be different.

But something told you things would never change.

Even through it all you understood why he’d always chosen her, she was beautiful, kind, and the senator of Naboo.

Anakin swore there was nothing between them anymore, she was married to someone else for god sake and he was with you.

But his actions spoke louder than his words ever could, every single time.

The only difference was this time he had crossed the line.

You sat at home with the now cold dinner in front of you and the candle almost burnt out, so you decided to call Anakin worried something was wrong at the temple.

“Hey hon whats up?” he said casually.

“Hey babe, I was just wondering where you were. It's getting pretty late.” you whispered.

“Oh sorry did I forget? Padme called, she got arrested in Scipio im on my way to get her out.” he said casually.

Your stomach dropped, He forgot your anniversary.

“Oh, um okay.” you said quietly covering your mouth to cover the sobs.

“ I should be back in a day or less. Is everything alright? You don't usually call this late.” he said questioning the call.

Clearing your throat you tried your best to sound normal, “No, yeah I um I just made dinner, it's your favorite but it's okay.” It was not okay.

Suddenly it hit Anakin like a ton of bricks, your anniversary.

“Shit, babe I‘m so sorry I will make it up to you as soon as we get back, it's just that Padme needed my help and I can’t say no.” he said, he felt like total shit.

“Mhm yeah I‘ll see ya bye Anikin.” you said as swiftly as you could not giving him a chance to reply.

You couldn't, by then the tears were rolling and your sobs were uncontrollable and all you wanted to do was cry.

“ I lo-” Anakin tried saying before you hung up on him, you’d never gone a day without saying I love you.

You always said no matter what you’d always say I love you at least once before the end of the day.

Anakin knew better than to let you go to sleep that way so he tried calling again but to no avail you didn't answer.

How could you? You couldn't face him in the state you were in, show him that you were jealous, broken, and destroyed because of his choices.

The pit in his stomach began to grow and he began feeling sick to his stomach. Suddenly he wished he could take it all back and not have been such an idiot.

Send someone else to retrieve the senator.

Anakin settled for a text instead.

Ani: I ‘m so sorry babe, I promise I ‘ll make it up to you, I love you.

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Sighing, Anakin threw his phone to the side as his nerves began to build up and he wanted to go back home immediately.

Anakin spent the rest of the mission annoyed and impatient as it felt like Padme and Clovis kept adding things to the list and he was ready to go home.

He still tried texting and calling but now you weren't even opening his messages.

You couldn't, your heart hurt just looking at his name pop up after you made your own choice to leave.

As much as you wanted to believe his words you couldn't, giving it another chance meant giving him another chance to do it again and your heart just couldn't take it anymore.

You thought you could do it, when he asked you to marry him you thought it would finally be Y/n and Anakin.

But it’s inevitable, for him there will always be Padme and she will always come first.

And you’d given up, it all felt too one sided for you to keep fighting, the missed birthdays, family dinners, and now your anniversary.

Marrying him only sealed the deal even more and you just couldn't do it, it felt like you were saying I do to marrying Padme.

So you made the choice to leave, packing your things before he came back and leaving a note on the nightstand with your engagement ring. You took one last look at the home you built together and left.

Not having anyone else in Coruscant you went back home to Mandalore where your sister accepted you with open arms.

Satine knew of your issues with Anakin but she only hoped they would improve for your sake, she was sad to see they didn't.

She reminded you it was alright but all you felt was shame,and cowardness by not being able to face him and tell him how you felt face to face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stay and wait around so that he could talk about what they did or how great she handled her mission.

You couldn't keep up the charade anymore, not when it felt like she had always been his choice.

Since then it had been two days and Anakin had finally landed in Coruscant.

He didn't even wait for the chancellor or Obi-wan to greet him, instantly he went home hoping he could fix this mess he made and hold you in his arms until you were content with him again.

“Baby! I‘m home!” he yelled as soon as he walked in, silence.

Walking through the house he didn't find you, walking into your bedroom his stomach sank.

Slowly he walked towards your side of the bed and picked up the note.

With shaky hands and his vision beginning to blur he opened it.

Anakin, I ‘m sorry I had to end things this way, truly I wish I wasn’t at all. But I can no longer live my life in Padme's shadow. To continue living this way would have destroyed me and I just couldn't bear it any longer. I didn't want to be the person who makes you choose between your first love and me. I couldn’t face rejection so I made the choice myself. I hope you find all the love and happiness you deserve in life, don't forget that okay? We all deserve love and happiness and everything the stars could offer. I tried to hold on and hope for a day when things changed. I promise you I did but at some point I had to let you go and give myself a chance to be someone's first choice. I really hope you can forgive me for leaving this way but it's for the best. Maybe someday I ‘ll be able to take my heart back but for now this will do. Goodbye Anakin. Love, Y/n

Looking back down at the nightstand Anakin saw your ring and that was when he finally broke.

Falling to his knees he held onto the note as if it was you and cried, how could he have let it get this bad?

How did he not see how much he was hurting you.

He felt like the biggest asshole in the world for letting you go on like this, how could have been so blind to your pain.

He was a damn Jedi, the chosen one and he couldn't see he was hurting the person he loved the most in all of the galaxy.

And you took it because you loved him.

He did not deserve your love, had the tables been turned around he would have lost his mind.

Even knowing he wasn't deserving, he was still selfish and he wanted you and only you there was no one else and there’d never be anyone else.

A life without you wasn’t worth living to Anakin.

He stayed by your bedside for a while, he hadn't realized how much time had passed until Obi-wan walked in.

“Anakin? What's wrong?” Obi-wan asked, but after looking around the room he wished he hadn't.

“ I ‘m the biggest idiot in the world, Obi-wan. That's what's wrong.” he said as he pulled down your pillow to cuddle it.

Your scent filled his heart for a split second before he remembered this and the note was all he had left.

“Well when you didn’t meet me at the Temple I knew something was wrong but I didn't know to what extent.” he said sitting on the bed.

“Can you ask Satine if she's there? I would but I doubt she’d answer.” Anakin mumbled.

Obi-wan didn't answer him, instead he pulled out his phone and began dialing.

“Satine, how are you? Oh-well yes actually. I agree, thank you Satine. Take care.” was all Anakin heard from his side.

“Get up, Anakin, we are going to fix this. I assure you it’ll be alright.” Obi-wan said, patting his shoulder.

“She wants to see me?”Anakin asked, perking up with the slightest hope.

“Well, Satine didn't exactly say that but she also did not say we couldn’t go?” Obi-wan said, questioning his own words.

“Oh okay.” Anakin said, but still he got up, finally.

“We’re not going there to break it off even more, you're going there to fix this and we won’t leave until you do Anakin.” Obi-wan said trying his best to encourage his dear friend.

“Oh, I can assure you of that Obi-wan, I won’t leave unless she’s by my side again.” Anakin said determined to get you back.

Putting your ring in his pocket he held onto it as they both walked to Obi-wan's ship.

“What about the council?” Anakin asked, he was finally made a master but he was still pretty rebellious when it came to attendance.

“We are on a recon mission as far as they know, we should be back in a week's time.” Obi-wan said, of course he had it covered, he's Obi-wan.

With that, they took off and Anakin held on to all the hope he had in fixing his mistake.

In seventeen hours he'd give it his best to get you back.

You had managed to stop constantly crying at the thought of Anakin.

You even started coming out of your room to eat at the table with Satine, she hasn’t pressured you to come out so she’s happy you have on your own.

It was almost time for dinner so you decided to get some fresh air before they called for you.

Standing on the balcony you admired the scenery, it was a sunny day the warmth felt amazing for once.

“It’s a beautiful day.”

You froze, Satine could have at least given you a warning.

“It is.” was all your mind could scramble for.

You didnt turn around, the only thing bringing you enough peace right now was the view before you, the view behind you would destroy you.

Especially if you saw how red and puffy his eyes were.

“Can we talk?” he asked quietly, if he was honest he didn't know where to begin, or if anything of what he was about to say was going to make sense at all.

“We already are.”

“ I deserve that, Y/n I‘m sorry for all of it, for being an idiot and never realizing how much I was hurting you. I ‘m the biggest idiot in the entire galaxy and I don't deserve you but the truth is you are the happiness and the love of my life and I don't see my life continuing without you.” he said slowly inching his way to you, quietly you turned your head and looked over your shoulder.

“ I told you I won't let myself come second anymore.” you had to stand your ground, “And I won’t make you choose between Padme and I , I don’t want you to look at me with regret because you made the wrong choice.” you said turning your head back.

Finally reaching you he grabbed you by the waist but your eyes stayed on his chest, “Baby there was never a choice to make, you were always first, you were always my love, my only love.” he said as a matter of fact.

“Anakin don’t.” you whispered quietly, god how you missed being in his arms.

“No listen to me please, and then you can decide if you really want me to leave.” he said and when you didnt fight him he took it as a sign to keep going.

“Padme broke up with me because she saw the way I looked at you, she knew that what I felt for you I could never feel for anyone else. The reason why I helped her so much is because I felt guilty for dragging her along before she made me realize that you were my real love.” he said calmly.

You still hadn't met his eyes.

“You still forgot our anniversary, my birthdays, and the family dinners Anikin, what’s your explanation for those.” you said dryly, “How can I go back with the constant thought of you possibly leaving me at another dinner table alone? I can’t put myself through that again.” you said grabbing his arms to get out of his grip.

You wanted out of this conversation.

Anakin felt himself begin to panic, “No please wait just listen to me, okay?” his voice broke at the end and you couldn't move looking anywhere but him you looked at the birds laying happily in their nest.

Lucky them.

“ I know I ‘m not the best thing out there and I know I‘ve forgotten big moments for us in the heat of the moment because I ‘m so impulsive and-and sometimes it’s a blessing but most times its a curse I mean ask Obi-wan it's a surprise I actually made to the rank of Master but then again I have saved him multiple times and he knows that but that's besides the point because all I know is that I love you and deciding to be with you and marry you and be yours is the one thing I didn't act impulsive on and that's because I wanted it all to be perfect because you deserve that and so much more and I know I ‘m not much but I want to be that for you.” he was rambling, more like word vomit and he wasn’t done.

By this point you had already made up your mind that you wanted him for the rest of your life, especially if he rambled like this about you.

And of course Obi-wan.

He hadn’t realized that you were now looking at him in the midst of all his rambling so you tried to hide your smile as he continued.

“ I want to be the guy who is lucky enough to wake up next to you and buy you flowers and maybe even have children with if you ever wanted to not that I‘d ever force you to or anything but I‘d do anything for you, you just have to say the words Y/n and I‘m your guy I‘d do it all just to be loved by you. I can't say that I won't make mistakes because considering my record it's obvious that I ‘m full of those but for you I want to work on it and I will for the rest of my life if you’ll still have me. I‘ll start taking after Obi-wan if you want me to just say the words Y/n and I‘ll do it.” he went on and by now you had to stop him it was getting too adorable.

“Anakin stop. You’re an idiot,” you said, making him drop his head, “but you're my idiot and I want you for you as forgetful as you are, just don't forget to show up to our wedding because then I will actually leave.” you said hugging him with your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Wait, so you still wanna marry me?” he said, stunned.

“Yes, now where is my ring groom?” you said pulling away.

Both sniffling and chuckling, Anakin pulled out your ring and slipped it back on its rightful place.

“Thank you.” he said, holding you tightly.

“Don't thank me, thank that beautifully practiced speech you prepared, and the honorable mention of Obi-wan? 10 points.” you said jokingly.

“God I love you so much.” he said, leaning and kissing you slowly.

“ I love you too, Ani.” you said as you went back for another kiss. You missed your lover boy, you were putting your heart in his hands again, you were scared yes but there was no other place in the galaxy for you.

As the years went on you married Anakin and he made each day more amazing than the one before never once forgetting a special occasion.

This time around you were actually able to become friends with Padme and even came around to double dates in Naboo.

Anakin vowed to be a better man for you and you reminded him everyday that he was that and so much more.

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clutchpowers · 10 months

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Sooooo... i wanted to stick this little rambly thing at the bottom of the redraw but it would have made it look UGLY so im doing this separately... just wanna talk about the whole thing and What Not.

TLDR: its been a slash positive ride thats been worth it to try "something new" every year and my favorite piece out of all of them is the 9th. also for the curious heres the comparison of the 5th anni piece to the recent one (2018 -> 2023)

anyway. personal post time.

oh where to begin *rocks on my rocking chair* i guess it would be with the 5th anniversary piece...at the time it had been a long while since i did lineless art and i thought it would be cool to try it again for that one so i did by redrawing an old piece from 2014... that was the first "finished piece" i made of Them. i think i even made it into a wallpaper for myself lmao. anyway after i posted it i was like "aw man i should draw something every year until the 10th" but i thought yeah right. im going to forget next year like the idiot i am. but i Some How managed to do one every year... th worms got me... i honestly didnt think id make it all the way to the 10th but i did!! AND WITHOUT MISSING A DAY EXCEPT FOR THE 7TH WHERE I WAS A WEEK LATE???? UNREAL especially when fun fact! every year i had no idea what i wanted to do! all i knew for sure is that i wanted each piece to be out of my comfot zone to push me to do something a little different. unfortunately the subjects tm where always the same so it feels a little. samey. but these are my celebratory posts I GET TO ONLY POST ABOUT THE OTP SUPER BLORBOS OF ALL TIME

the 6th anniversary was a redraw of that one scene. you know the one. the helicopter one. fucking hate that scene btw it actually causes me psychic damage i cant watch with the audio or ill scream. but it is my favorite scene of mine despite all the horrors it causes <3 and i wanted to redraw it as if it was a cartoon... like i had taken screencaps from the lcu cartoon in my head. i still remember the backgrounds being such a pain in the ass. honestly id like to go back and redo this one one day too or do something similar to the concept because its a fun one that i always saw done growing up and i wanted to try it myself.

for the 7th anniversary you can see the turn.. no more humans... return to lego... i was getting a little more confident in drawing them in the lego form so i did another redraw this time with the ending!! honestly i still like this one and how it looks even with how late it was but i wanted to test my confidence and do a real True and Finished piece with COLORED LINES and EVERYTHING!!!!! im glad i ended up taking the turn because for the LONGEST TIME i wanted to try and draw them as lego so bad because all i did was draw them as humans and its funny because now its the exact opposite. glad this piece was kinda the solidification in my head that yeah okay im a bit better at drawing the stylized lego toy now i can keep drawing them like this without feeling like im going to want to delete this in 2 weeks.

the 8th anniversary one is so weird. somewhere toward the beginning of the year it got into my head that i wanted to do a comic of them but time/school would have gotten in the way so i ended up opting for a page. another redraw of the ending scene which honestly out of all of them this is my least favorite one and its solely because its all so off. i def could have formated it better so the background shot doesnt take up the entire fucking page but then again im not a comic guy and this was my first time so the layout was bound to look HORRID but this is something id like to come back to ive had the idea of making like a genuine short comic about them since FOREVER and now that im a bit more experienced (lying) i would like to make one day!!!! just gotta stop getting caught up in my scripts!! and going in circles!! Because im obviously not a writer and i keep getting first-hand embarrassment from these!! but ill get over it one day lol.

OH THE 9TH ANNIVERSARY PIECE MY BELOVED. ONE OF MY FAVORITE PIECES ACTUALLY i love this stupid thing so much you have no idea.i know its re-using lineless but i just loved the idea of what it would look like lineless AND IT CAME OUT SO PERFECT I LOVE IT SO MUCH obv it needs a few touch-ups so the main issues dont stand out to me but god. i love this piece so much. idk what came out of me to make this but its so good ill never get over it. and the little lego them as a cake topper ITS JUST SO CUTE I DONT HAVE MUCH TO SAY OTHER THAN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SORRY

finally. the 10th anniversary piece. oh my god. okay. i need everyone to understand this. i had woken up with this fucking Unbearable pounding headache that was trying to kill me. my body the entire day wanted me to stop and lie down, but last night i was already done with a good chunk of it and all i had to do that day was finish some lines and the coloring?? i literally don't remember all i remember is my body actively trying to shut down and force me to stop and sleep which i took a nap? didnt help. so i said fuck it im finishing this. i was. an entire goddamn corpse arched over my laptop. i was so delirious the entire time its a fucking miracle it even came out as good as it did but honestly. i still hate how it fucking looks. like you can TELL when i gave up (the shading) and it sticks out like a sore fucking thumb to me and it pisses me off because i knew i could have done so much better if i wasnt being stricken down by gods hand and his every attempt to get me to rest. idk like im generally proud ot it, with this one i wanted to go out with a bang tm so i tried to draw every important and relevant character instead of ALL of them like I was originally planning LMAO but ah well. maybe one day when im faster at drawing. this one i defiantly wanna go back and touch up but i everytime i open the file i can see 40 more things wrong with it and it drives me nuts. so ill just have to wait for when im ready. i guess.

can i just say though. the improvement is crazy. it always catches me off guard because tbh i uh. dont like my own art. im getting better at not fucking hating it because i can pinpoint everything wrong with it but whenever i see the side by sides it always surprises me. i always dont think im improving but then i see it and its like wow i really am getting better! i still suck at 3000 things but im getting better! and its overall just a nice thing to see after having drawn them for as long as i have... the power of the worms is strong and has ruined my brain...... speaking of i know ive said a few times that i fucking hate certain pieces, not just LCU related ones but almost anything i post, but if you love them and are able to look at them with a twinkle in your eye then thank you. genuinely. i honestly love looking over the tags of people exploding and saying nice things. it warms my cold little heart and im glad there are people out there that genuinely love some of the things what i do! even if its just fanart and its just their blorbo. thank you for sticking around even tho all i do is draw my otp super blorbos :'^) this game means the world to me and im glad like more than 2 people wanna spread it around.

to wrap back around to the anniversary stuff and speaking of big love to the people out there THE FREAKING EPIC ZINE i was just a small thing but it came out amazing even for how small it was thank you to the contributors and thank you to everyone whos downloaded it!! its still getting the occasional and i love getting the notif in my email about it. i love that there are still people out there who wanna see it and all the hard work everyone put into it to celebrate the games 10th just thank you again i really does mean alot to me ALSO IF YOU HAVENT CHECKED IT OUT PLEASE DO IT IS 100% WORK YOUR TIME AND ITS DIGITAL WITH PRINT AT HOME STICKERS AND YOU CAN KEEP IT AND LOOK AT IT FOREVER

uh to end this off....would I like to do this again..... I mean I kinda am? by that i mean ill do the big numbers (15, 20, 25, 30, 40, etc) till the day i freaking die!!!! but yeah no countdown stuff ever again!!!!! sorry :^( it was super fun to do though!!!! and im glad i did it that piece is the conclusion to the whole thing but that doesnt mean ill stop drawing them. duh. theyre my characters now! but heres to many more anniversaries and to hopefully another game! or to just see them again in any other lego media! or even better... a mischaracterized cameo in ninjago!

#long ass post lmao congrats if you actually read it all and made it to the bottom :'^)#i typed this all out yesterday thats how i got it out so quick lol

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snazzamazing · 5 years

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Me, realizing that the fnaf 2 anniversary is on the 10th and not the 11th:

#I SWEAR I THOUGHT IT WAS THE 11TH #SMH WHERE DID I GET THE 11TH #okay dw there will still be a post BUT ITLL BE POSTED TOMORROW BECAUSE IM A DIPSTICK LIKE THAT DHXHJSJSS #I now declare that posting a day after a fnaf anniversary is gonna be a new tradition because apparently ALL MY ANNIVERSARY POSTS ARE POSTED #A DAY AFTER THE ACTUAL ANNIVERSARY BECAUSE IM TOO LATE OR FORGETFUL #okay I need to get out of bed and do something instead of complaining to my blog #by do something i mean eat and play overwatch or something stupid like that cause im a procrastinator #snazzy rants

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iwadori · 3 years

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn��t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #haikyu angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa oneshot #haikyu sakusa #signedwithane😌

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technowoah · 3 years

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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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fictional-scenarios · 3 years

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hello! can i request an angsty fic with aizawa and f! reader where they break up? thank you!

i hope you enjoy this! i did it from his perspective, hope thats okay! also i know he probably wouldn’t actually be like this in a relationship, but for the fic, this is the only way i could see him being at fault :3

always appreciate reblogs and comments! if you’d lie to support me, here’s my ko-fi!

In the worst of the aftermath, Aizawa was not angry. He was never angry, not truly. Not even when he’d snap at his friends for bringing up her name, or when he’d feel rage churning in his stomach at the thought of her being with another. He was never angry.

He was sad. So devastatingly, core achingly sad, that it kept him bed ridden for days at a time. Work, come home, eat and sleep. It wouldn't end.

He’d always considered his quant home a safe haven, but lately it’d been feeling like a prison. It felt like a haunting museum, little bits of her as far as the eye could see. The memories were so vivid, he could still almost see the figure of her standing in his doorway. He could see her leaning on the window sill peering outside. He could see her shoes by the front door, her toothbrush in a cup upon his sink. He could see her under the covers with him, hushed laughter and soft snoring into the early morning.

Even now, he see’s her beside him in bed. He see’s the indent of where she should be, now terribly empty. It makes him feel cold, alone.

But, being alone had never been a huge issue to him before all this. In fact, he knows it was the downfall of him.

She’d just wanted him to go out with her now and then. She just wanted to take photos with him, hold his hand out in public without feeling like she’d been forcing him.

Aizawa buries his face in his hands, his back leaning against the cold wall, blanket curled around his waist like a weight.

All she had wanted was just a little more life. Just a few more kisses, a few more hugs. A few more signs that he truly cared for her, but he wouldn’t hear of it. She knew he loved her, why couldn’t that be enough?

He refused public dates that weren’t anniversaries or events. He hated photos. He hated when she’d clasp fingers around his own, hated it because all it brought was attention. Paparazzi's scavenging and ruining every affectionate and tender moment they’d shared together in public.

He never understood why it had to be public. He couldn’t wrap his mind around why she would insist they get out and so something together. Why couldn't hanging out in the seclusion of his home be enough?

Always so stubborn, especially when it would have been the correct time to give in. His annoyance and unwillingness to be anything other than slow moving and low maintenance drove her away from him. He was just fine being on his own, so why couldn't she?

‘I feel like you’re embarrassed of me,’ She’d cried, having hit her breaking point. ‘I feel like you don’t even really care about me.”

Aizawa’s jaw tightens. Of course I care about you. Why else would I want you here?

He should have said that. But, he didn’t. Just silently witnessed the destruction unsure of what to do next. Unsure of whether to argue, or remain dormant and quiet. Not quite apathetic, but he was never one for a shouting match.

Unfortunately, he chose to remain still in the face of a crumbling heart.

‘Even now, you won’t say a word. You don’t ever talk to me, Shota. You never ask how my day was, or if I want to go do anything. Why do I feel like I’m just here so you’re not lonely?’ She’d had fat tears welling in the pits of her eyes. She looked drained, broken. ‘I need more,’ Voice cracking, a terrible realization she’d stumbled upon. ‘I need more than that.’

It was a tense moment of silence. She shook her head and choked back a harsh sob.

‘Then that’s it.’ Lip trembling, feeling unwanted. ‘I can’t do this with you anymore. I’m leaving.’

At the lucid memory, Aizawa wish's he could go back and punch himself in the head. Say something, you idiot, he’d scream. Tell her to stay.

She’d passed him by, and the door slammed shut before he even turned to watch her go.

It’s been weeks now, and he can’t seem to get his head right. It’d taken days before she came to collect her things, something he hoped would never come to be. A stupid part of him believed that she’d come around for some reason. It’d happened before- her storming out, him never changing, her missing him enough to just... Get over it. This time, however, was much different.

Sinking in the memories, Aizawa feels his throat tighten at everything she’d said, and even worse, everything he didn’t say. His phone lights up beside him.

yamada: are you still moping in there???? come out w us tonight! you need to get outta bed at some point

yamada: its been weeeeeeks!!!!!!! come on!!!!!!!

Aizawa knows he does. He knows his friend has been trying to get him to leave since it happened, but it’s hard. He answered his friend, deciding that tonight he would in fact go out for a few hours just to clear his mind- anything is starting to become better than seeing a home empty of her. He sends the message, and his heart grows heavy.

He said yes to his friends when he was feeling sorry for himself, but never for her. He knew he deserved it, but it hurt not having her anymore. Especially when all he had to do was say yes sometimes.

What stung the most was that he didn’t get to see her when she came to collect all her items, cram them into a box and leave for the last time. He’d hoped at that point, if it ever came to that, he could convince her to stay. But.. She hadn’t told him she was coming. Perhaps because she knew she was bound to give in.

He came from from U.A., hoping that she’d be there, sleeping soundly or sitting terse on the couch ready for an argument ending conversation.

But, she wasn’t there. In fact, nothing of her was. All her things vacated. Everything but the memory of her stripped away.

Aizawa had stood stunned in the doorway. Then, it all came crashing down. She was serious this time. It was set in stone.

She’d really left him.

He didn’t think she’d actually leave him. Arguments were always so easy for Aizawa. He was a firm believer in ‘take me as a I am, or don’t take me at all.’ But, he’d never realized just how much changing she’d done for him.

When he’d first met her at a group outing, she was full of life. She was bouncy and energetic. She had a sea of friends, a world of opportunities. But with him, with Aizawa’s stubbornness combined with her need and want to spend time with him, she went out less and less. Contacts in her phone dwindled from a vast ocean to merely puddles.

Seldom she went out, and on the rare occasions she was able to get Aizawa to go, she’d dress in her best just for him to chastise her. ‘We’re not going anywhere that fancy,’ he’d remark, not noticing how her eyes fell. ‘Aren’t you a little over dressed?’

Guilt tore up his heart, now. She was always so beautiful dressed up like that, how could he ever say those things? Too late did he notice how she’d changed everything for him. Lost friends, missed outings, just so she could remain by his side. He did everything wrong and wasn't even willing to see it. He felt like a neglectful, stubborn, ass.

Forcing himself up from bed, it takes all his strength to get up and wander into the bathroom. He’d need to start getting ready then if he was to go later. He was a slow moving creature, after all. Lazily, mentally drained and exhausted, he opens the mirror and pulls his toothbrush from the little shelves inside. The mirror swings shut and he’s met with his dreadful reflection.

His eyes are even darker, redder, than they ever were with his quirk. Even he could tell he looked worse for wear. Drained, emotionally vacant yet so powerfully overrun with them at the same time. He looked dead. He brings the toothbrush to his teeth, but can’t bring himself to find the motivation to actually begin cleaning up.

So tired.

He just wants to sleep again.

He wants to text her. But he doesn’t.

Tossing the toothbrush into the sink, resting his elbows on the edges and allowing his head to hang in sorrow, he wonders what she’s doing right now. It’s a warm Friday evening, the blue sky wide and clear. He’s sure she’s going out tonight, finally allowing herself the freedom to make up for all the time she’d missed with her friends. Friday’s were always Aizawa’s least favorite day. He just knew she’d want to go out, and he’d always combat it with a movie she’d been wanting to see, coming up with some random excuse as to why it wouldn’t be an ideal idea to go out.

Then, he’d ignore how she sadly watched her friends social media stories about the night, and ignored their texts asking why she’s never around anymore.

God, what he would give for one more Friday night with her. He’d dress up, he’d take her somewhere so nice even he would be afraid he couldn’t afford the food. Her and all her friends. Whoever she wants, the whole world if need be. He’d do anything she wanted, strut her to a party on a red-carpet. Anything just for another Friday night.

Aizawa’s eyes cast back up to his reflection. A lump forms in his throat, he watches his eyes glisten with tears. He wants to fall into the floor and forget about everything.

Pushing himself away from the sink, he shake his head and gags on how tight his threat feels. Without even a moments hesitation, he finds himself right back in his room, pulls the covers aside, and drowns in them all over again. It’s dark, it’s cold. His own rooms uninviting without her.

Yet, he can’t seem to bring himself to leave it.

His phone sits on his pillow. Aizawa opens his friends message.

‘im going to stay in tonight. thank you for inviting me. im tired’

Aizawa doesn’t even want to see the messages his friend instantly starts blowing his phone up with. Instead, seconds after the text sends, he holds the power button until the entire screen goes black. He rolls over to face the wall, and he feels like he’s made of led. He swallows hard and gives into sleep all over again. His arm slings around a pillow, and he clutches it to his chest.

A forever inanimate reminder of where she once laid.

#aizawa shouta #angst #bnha #mha #imagine #x reader

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Ohhh since requests are open can I request a scenario where( satan or levi or mammon) forgets about mc's birthday and only to be reminded when they hear someone congratulating mc a few days after or at the same day

***REQUESTS ARE NOT OPEN THIS IS FROM LAST TIME***

We're leaving trash men who forget their s/o's birthday in 2020 so im writing this at 10:32, december 31st, 2020.

Warning: like... A minor argument-> happy ending

Forgetful ( SATAN X GN!READER )

Something felt.. Off. It had been for a while, but no matter how long Satan sat there and thought about it, he couldn’t quite grasp it. He had hoped to find the answer coming out of one of the books he was reading, kind of a ‘meant to be’ sign or something like that, but the books just confused him more, something he never thought he would say. It felt like… something was missing, and something was actually missing but you were apparently super busy lately so that can’t be it… can it? You wouldn’t lie to him to have an excuse not to be with him, would you? No… He didn’t think so. Usually you’d tell him if he messed up and at least attempt to put him back in his place, which he always found amusing, “maybe it’s my time to cook and I forgot…” But he checked the schedule fifteen times by now and it wasn’t his day. His day wouldn’t be for another five days.

This feeling of forgetting something, of being uneasy and nervous, never really left him throughout the days, but it was starting to agitate him. You, too, were starting to agitate him. He barely got any time with you now and he seriously wondered if you were actually busy or if he had done something that he doesn’t know about; his mind was racing with thoughts and attempts of explanations, burning him out and tiring him way too quickly… and then he figured it out. Of course, he had to figure it out through Lucifer, whom he caught talking to you in the hall and handing you a little red box, “Happy Late Birthday, (Y/N). My apologies for not getting you this sooner…” Birthday? Had he actually forgotten your birthday? No… no way, he wouldn’t do that… He distinctly remembers your birthday! It was…. A few weeks ago.

How could he forget your birthday? How did he not…? Why hadn’t you said anything either?! No, no, no…! He would not blame himself when you were just as much to blame as he was! You are ignoring him for something as silly as that, out of pettiness and spite. Yes he kindof, really, messed up, but… that’s no good reason to ignore him all this time, at least not in his eyes! Should he stop you when you walk by him, ask what Lucifer had given you? Too late, he didn’t think straight, stopping you by wrapping his hand firmly around your arm, “Satan! Goodness, you scared me!” He looked between you and the box in your hand as anger boiled inside of him. Not only had he forgotten your birthday, but Lucifer managed to make it up to you with a present before he could; how embarrassing is that!

“Why didn’t… “ he paused, deciding to start this conversation in another way, “You’re ignoring me.” He frowned, letting go of you so you could face him properly. Should you deny it? It seems he already had it figured out so there’s no use in lying to him, “yes. I have been ignoring you.” “why, because I forgot your birthday?” The words slipped, he hadn’t meant to say them so directly, but there was no going back now. “Yes, Satan. Because you forgot my birthday. It wouldn’t have been that bad if you would’ve caught it the next day but it’s been two weeks. Two! Lucifer was late to gift me something, I didn’t even expect anything from him, yet here. We. fucking. Are.” You hadn’t meant to get so riled up, but truthfully it was bothering you. He’s your boyfriend, for goodness sakes! He is supposed to remember! “Lucifer, huh? Quite the charming guy.” He was mad, obviously. Not necessarily because of Lucifer, although he’d use this as an excuse now; he’s mad at himself for forgetting.

“Yeah… what a charming guy…” you looked away from him, not wanting him to see how truly upset it made you, “more charming than my boyfriend, apparently.” “It’s just a birthday. You’ll have more. It’s not like your life will end tomorrow, (Y/N).” You couldn’t believe him, staring at him with wide eyes while you clutched Lucifer’s present in your hand, “... no, I hopefully won’t die tomorrow, but it’s the principal Satan!” you raised your voice, admittedly something you started to regret afterward, “You’re being a dick about this! You messed up by forgetting my birthday but instead of owning up to it, you’re pushing the blame on me! Granted, I shouldn’t have ignored and avoided you all this time, that was petty on my part, but at least I can admit that!” You were inches away from his face at this point, your nostrils flaring up with how much anger ran through you, anger he knew way too well.

He looked back at you, kind of feeling ashamed of himself, but never backing down. With a thick swallow, he straightened up and nodded, “you’re right. I messed up by forgetting your birthday. I don’t have a right to be upset… you, however, do.” He bit the inside of his cheeks, no emotion really running over his face as he looked back at you, “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight and taking you to get whatever you want. You deserve it.” Although you were still in disbelief, a deep breath on your end allowed you to calm down enough to agree to his proposal, “yes… I’d like that… thank you.” He didn’t ask for the next part, pulling you in by cupping your face and kissing you softly, “I really am sorry, kitten. It won’t happen again. From now on, I will remember all important dates.”

You returned the kiss of course, feeling yourself smile, “yeah….?” and then pause, frowning again, “you mean how you remembered the anniversary?” The blood running cold in his face as it dropped into one of fear was absolutely priceless and you couldn’t keep a stern face long enough before you bursted out laughing, shaking your head in amusement, “just kidding! No anniversary yet… I just really wanted to get you back.” A chuckle escaped him, dark eyes settling on yours, “oh you little…!” He started to tickle you, making you drop the present in an attempt to protect yourself as you laughed, “S-Satan…!!” You knew he wouldn’t give you mercy, not tonight.

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spideyanakin · 3 years

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New Starts

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on No Surprises by Radiohead

Synopsis; Rough endings come with new starts

Requested by; @averyfosterthoughts // Peter and y/n meeting after finishing their studies tears after high school only to realise that their feelings are as strong if not stronger as they used to be and they they get back to being in love 💙💙💙

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You and Peter ended badly.

Neither of you had managed to keep the relationship going after high school and messed it up real bad. The fake smiles and distance meant everything. The two of you were just to far away both mentally and physically to keep it going.

The only reason the two of you had clanged onto it was the memory of high school and the souvenirs of the first time you truly felt love. So when you finally decided it was time to stop this mess, it ended up hurting both of you and messing up your friendship.

But lately, everything made you think about him. The blue sweaters of your boyfriend made you think of Peter’s collection of blue cardigans and flannels. His plain white T-shirts’ started to bore you and you couldn’t get your mind off Peter’s pun shirts that you bet were still somewhere in his closet.

“You ok?” Jack asked as he scrolled through his computer.

You nodded rubbing your warm teacup as you stared at the bright red spiderman sticker on his computer, for the first time in a while wishing it was Peter behind the screen, rather then Jack.

You started questioning everything when you realized it had been more than four years since you and Peter broke up. Your two year anniversary with Jack sent fear into your stomach as you realized it had been that long.

You would be lying if you said you never missed Peter. Because you did. You missed the smell of his shampoo and the way he would dress. You missed his voice and the jokes he would crack every so often. Each one of them being so stupid you had to laugh. You missed playing board games until 3 am and your monthly Star Wars marathons. You missed the Star Wars debates and waking up by him tapping on your window in his spider suit both your breakfasts in hand.

The simple thought of him made you want to snap your fingers and go back, go back to a simple life with him, one where you could fully be yourself.

It wasn’t that Jack was a bad boyfriend… He was just sometimes a little shallow. He would go and watch the games every week with his friends, forgetting anniversaries or even important moments of your life. He would also gawk about how much he hated Star Wars right in front of you, and sometimes even saying how stupid the people who did were.

So you hid your true self all the time. You even had to hide your Star Wars hoodies and shirts at MJs by fear of him finding them and throwing them away like the rest of the things you owned that he hated.

And for the anniversaries? Well, you just cried in a corner or sucked it up as you would always do.

You wished you could have gotten at least one more bouquet of flowers from Jack, or at least a cute gesture. But since you had passed the one year bar, everything seemed to slowly go away.

The chorus of Smack that from Akon ft. Eminem brought you back to real life. You shook your head as you realized it was Jack’s ring tone and slightly frowned sick of hearing this song each time he got a call.

He took his phone and looked at it. You scanned his face and saw nothing changed in his features.

“I have to go, babe.” He quickly replied before giving you a smile and leaving out the door. The second he left you let out a sigh of frustration as he didn’t even give you a goodbye kiss, or anything else to go with a loving goodbye.

You eyed the door before deciding to go out and get a change of scenery.

To be honest you were even getting sick of that apartment. Everything was his and left no room for you. Little by little all your gadgets had been replaced with his or even disappeared. For example, the little teddy bear MJ had given you for your friendaversy had gone missing a few weeks ago and so did a souvenir from France.

The more you thought about your relationship with Jack, the more you felt like you were taking a sip of poison each day, waiting until you had the right amount in your system to kill you. The more you were going forward, the more it felt like you were hurting yourself, and it felt terrible.

You walked into an area of Manhattan you hadn’t been to in months and stopped at your favorite coffee shop, the one Jack couldn’t stand.

He said he didn’t like the way it smelled, looked, and just the whole vibe. But you were holding this place close to your heart. The decorations, the scent, the tables, and the memory they held. Everything about made you sick and happy at the same time.

You ordered the same thing you use to, and sat at the same table, pressing your forehead against the window, looking at the quiet streets sighing to yourself as you thought back to everything wrong with your life.

Suddenly your ears caught the soft sounds of the bells and the door hitting the wall with a loud thud.

A breathless brunette had almost run in, cash falling out of his hand. He fumbled in his spot before picking it up and looking up towards the counter where a variety of pastries were presented. That’s when you realized who it was.

It was Peter.

Your first love, Peter Parker.

The one you couldn’t get off your mind for the past few weeks, the one you missed so much he even hunted your dreams.

You kept your eyes focused on him as he ordered a chai latte as you remembered, and a white choco chip cookie to go. You watched as he walked towards the waiting spot and waited, not touching his cookie as he wanted to have it at the same time as his drink.

“Peter?” The barista called out as he placed the cup on the counter.

Peter grabbed it with a smile and looked up meeting your eyes.

That’s something he never thought he would have the luck to again.

His heart froze he as he saw you. You were dressed in a beige trench coat he had never seen before, the color suiting you well. Your hair was casually resting on your shoulders and to his surprise you were smiling back at him, and even waving. He smiled back as he decided to walk up to you, not caring if it was weird.

You see Peter missed you too. He actually missed you a lot. Peter had broken up with his girlfriend because he couldn’t take you out of his mind. He thought the poor girl would take you off his mind, but it just made it worst. Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you and it tormented him during the whole relationship. To be honest, he was so scared to break up with her he thought he was going to end up like Ross from friends when he said the wrong name at the altar.

“Hey.” Peter smiled.

“Hey.” You gave back the smile and pointed to the seat in front of you. “You can sit if you want? It’s been a while.” You stated before bringing the cup back to your mouth.

“Sure you don’t mind?” He said placing a hand on the chair, tapping it with his fingers.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a happy smile.

Peter sat down and placed his cookie on top of the wrapping using it as a plate, your heart skipping a beat as you saw him smile.

“How’s life?” He asked before taking a sip of his chai.

“Alright.” You let out a sad chuckled. “Could be better.” You folded your arms.

“Oh.” He replied looking at you with soft eyes, wondering if you were truly unhappy with your life.

“Don’t worry tho.” You smiled before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “How’s life for you?”

“Good. Im starting the Parker Industries. It’s going pretty well.” He replied proudly.

“Really?” Your eyes widen. “You’re finally getting your dream?”

“Yeah.” His cheeks turned a light shade of red under your impressed stare.

“But that’s amazing. Running an industry like this is huge.” You stated making Peter blush even more.

“Well, I had help. And everything was already laid down by Tony.” He scratched the back of his head his blush still present

“And? It’s still huge that someone so young managed to do this!” You exclaimed.

“Well, thank you.”

Minutes turned into hours and you felt like you hadn’t lived during these four years without Peter. Everything you missed about him came hitting you in the face. His laugh, his scent, the joy in his eyes, the more you talked with him the more you could sense the slight changes in his life. He looked good, even better you thought. Everything you loved about him was still there, but he had become even more mature and almost better then you remembered.

Your phone rang and the familiar contact of your boyfriend popped up.

“Oh crap. I have to go.” You made a face as you looked at your phone, cursing the stars that he was in your life. “But I really had a good time.” You looked up to him with a sincere smile.

“Me too.” He smiled getting lost in your eyes, the ones he missed for the past years. “Um, let me accompany you.” He fumbled with his hands as he offered you a walk home. “Make sure your safe.” He winked and you chuckled at his remark.

“Alright, Spider-man.” You bumped your shoulder in his as you walked out of the shop and into the tall buildings of New York.

“Im glad the start of Peter industries is going well.” You smiled as you fumbled with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Yeah! Me too! Happy’s been a great help tho.” He smiled as he continued walking.

You felt more peaceful with Peter then you had ever been with Jack. Maybe it was just knowing Peter was Spider-man, but his company felt nicer than his.

You felt the sparks that were once there come back, your heart skipping a beat as your hand brushed his.

“This is my stop.” You awkwardly stood in front of your building. Peter felt a weight in his stomach as he didn’t want to leave you.

Peter stopped and awkwardly shifted in his spot and so did you.

“I like your sweatshirt.” He replied pointing to your Star Wars themed sweater.

“Thanks. You would love the person who gave it to me.” You smirked mindlessly getting closer to him.

“Aha! I think I know him!” Peter placed a hand over his chin. “Isn’t it the guy who dresses in red and blue, saves a bunch of people?” He tittled his head.

“Maybe.” You wiggled your eyebrows before the two of you fell into peaceful laughter.

As it slowly quieted down you met his eyes, getting lost in their honey color you missed so much.

You let yourself go into autopilot as you both slowly leaned in for a kiss.

“I can’t.” You rested your head on Peter’s shoulder skipping the kiss. “I have a boyfriend.” You sighed feeling more weight into your stomach as all you wanted to do was kiss him. “I’m so sorry Peter.”

“Agh. It’s alright.” Peter’s face twisted as he awkwardly patted your shoulder.

You removed your head from his shoulder and looked up to him, a mix of guilt and desire mixed in your mind.

“I’m really sorry Peter, seriously.”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” His cheeks were slightly red and he looked to the floor playing with a rock. “Um my spidey senses and tangling. I’ll um see you later.” He awkwardly nodded before leaving you in front of your building feeling like an idiot.

You let out a soft scream of frustration before walking up to your apartment just too meet your boyfriend. You took one look at his face and felt nothing. You started to ask yourself what you ever saw in him.

In an instant you missed Peter’s touch, you missed everything you had. You looked at your phone and wondered if even with the failed kiss you could break up with Jack and get him back.

You looked back up to him, the bright daylight shining in his green eyes. Your stare shifted to a poorly hidden hickey on the side of his neck.

“What is this?” You asked as you placed your finger on his neck, the cheap foundation staining your fingers.

“Oh, nothing.” He chuckled trying to get away from the truth. “I hit my neck.”

“And you covered it with cheap foundation?” You raised an eyebrow and showed him your stained fingers.

“Yeah, thought it didn’t look good.” He added.

“Jack who gave you this hickey?” You asked way calmer on the outside.

“No one, it’s a bruise.” He tried to laugh it off.

“Jack don’t lie to me.” You looked back into his eyes.

“Your so paranoid chillax.” He shook his head before digging his head in his phone.

You grabbed the sweater he was holding and put it up to your face.

“Why does it smell like Chanel n5?” You stated bringing it back down, listing the people you knew who used it.

“I don’t know because it’s your perfume?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You know I don’t wear your hoodies.” You looked at him but his stare was elsewhere. “And my perfume is from Chloe.” You replied feeling the tears fall down your cheeks.

“Well, what do you want me to say? That I cheated on you?” He looked back up to you and you froze not able to nod or reply.

“Because I did! Is that what you want to hear?”

You thought your relationship was risking a landslide, well it was already a landslide. It was crumbling to pieces in front of your eyes and you didn’t even see it.

“What are you doing?” He asked you almost raising his tone as you grabbed a duffle bag and walked to your room.

“Moving out.” You replied all happiness drained out your voice.

“Hey, Hey! We can work this out!” He said and grabbed your arm. “C'mon baby.” He gave you a large smile.

“Kate wears Chanel number 5.” You said as you stuffed your favorite shirts inside your bag, adding jeans and a dress on the way.

“So?” He scoffed once again.

“So you’ve been ‘going to tennis club’ with her for almost a year now.” You felt more tears as you dropped your bag and walked to his closet to pick up his jet clean tennis racket. “Does this look used to you?” You started feeling dumb for not seeing it before. You grabbed the plastic container filled with tennis balls that he stuffed in his bag every week and opened it.

“The balls are still bright yellow.” You scoffed as you threw one in his face. You brought a new one to your nose and smelled the industrial smell of a brand new tennis ball. “They smell new.” You paused to look him in the eyes before throwing the ball in his face and shoving the rest of the pack on the floor. “I’ve played enough tennis in my childhood to know this.”

You let out a bitter laugh and grabbed your toiletry bag stuffing it with your clothes. You walked to your closet one more time and grabbed a box filled with a few Star Wars sweatshirts.

You spotted the one Peter had given you a few years ago and slipped it on before grabbing your bag and storming out.

“I’ll pick up the rest later, don’t bother texting me. We’re done here.”

You let out a sob of relief, anger, and sadness as you stepped into the elevator wiping your face before the doors opened again.

You felt like you couldn’t control your fingers as you texted Peter, asking him to join you at the coffee shop you had met the previous hour.

Of course, Peter accepted and arrived there in a hurry, waiting for you at the usual table.

Peter shuffled in his spot as he wondered why you wanted to meet him so suddenly, especially after what had happened. He turned his head towards the door as he heard the familiar bells ring. He saw you, a bag on your shoulder and puffy red eyes. His face twisted as he wondered what could have possibly happened to you.

All the worries about your previous conversation had drifted away as he saw you like this. As you got closer he stood up, wanting to comfort you, not caring if you weren’t his anymore.

“What happened.” He asked as you stopped right in front of him, not saying a word. You dropped your bag on the floor next to him and shifted your stare from his lips to his eyes. Without even thinking you closed the gap between your two bodies, crashing your lips to his.

Peter’s eyes lit up in surprise before he let himself melt Into the kiss, snaking his hands around your waist slightly picking you up. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized how much he missed you.

You let your hand come up to his hair, missing the feel of his soft curls in your fingers. Your other hand came up to his cheek, the warmth of it bringing a sudden comfort. You slightly pulled away and let out a soft chuckle before bringing your lips back to his.

“I’ve missed this.” You chuckled your lips still against his before resting your forehead against his.

“Me too.”

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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When Our Hands Next Meet

Series summary: Soulmates are given memories of their past lives when their hands touch. For Virgil and Logan, each memory is happier than the last.

This series was created for @analogicalweek and made in collaboration with the lovely @birdsongisland! Please go look at the piece that inspired this work and support them with reblogs so they’re work can be seen!

Credit to birdsongisland for beta reading this work and truly making it so much better with their suggestions. Thank you!

Chapter 1: Did You Forget?

Chapter Summary: Logan plans a surprise for Virgil on their anniversary, only to receive one instead.

Day 1 Prompt: Debate/Anniversary

Warnings: food mention. If there are others please let me know!

WC: 1320

AO3 link

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @ace-in-a-shopping-cart @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @logans-library @im-an-anxious-wreck @edupunkn00b

Logan adjusted the flowers in the vase one last time, stepping back before he nitpicked the setup to death trying to get every last detail right. Neither of them liked big, fancy occasions so he always tried to get the details right down to the wrinkles in the cloth so it would be special for them regardless. Frowning he stepped forward to wipe a bit of chipped nail polish off the pristine silky tablecloth, wincing as he looked at the state of his nails. Sometimes he hated how much he worked with his hands that polish never seemed to last half as long as it should, but then he thought of Virgil holding his hands while they watched a movie or their current binge show, carefully applying each color and keeping a hold of his hand while it dried even if it wasn’t strictly necessary- the image made him blush right down to his shirt collar and duck his chin against the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t afford to get distracted at the moment- at least not for too long. Everything was set, all he needed was for Virgil to come home.

He’d been surprised coming out to the backyard to set everything up only to find the lawn swept clean of debris and fairy lights strung up, twinkling in the late afternoon sun. He had wondered what Virgil had been doing, running off to the store after dinner. He’d spouted something about an errand, pecking him on the cheek and leaving before Logan could think to ask what he needed to be going out for at six o’clock in the evening.

Admittedly he’d been a bit distracted with his own plans, digging for a lighter he knew they had to light the candle on the cupcake later. Thankfully said cake was holding up perfectly in the back of the fridge where he knew Virgil wouldn’t see it. Standing on the porch he smiled softly as he looked around, the backyard turned into a magical scene thanks to Virgil’s efforts. He hadn’t thought to set the lights up when he had planned his own surprise, so he was glad Virgil had made it even better.

Not a moment too soon he heard the car pull into the driveway, making a giddy sort of happiness settle in the center of his chest. Never had he been so enamored with someone that the mere thought of their presence lit up his nerves with a pleasant hum that left him dizzy and anchored in the same moment. But here he was, shifting anxiously from foot to foot waiting for his soulmate to come through the door. He only had to wait a minute before Virgil stepped out onto the back porch, confusion settling over his features before he shook it away and a somewhat nervous smile took its place. Smiling himself as he drew near, Logan held out his hand which was taken immediately and gently squeezed. The air was similarly squeezed from his lungs when he finally locked eyes with Virgil, his deep brown eyes glittering along with the purple eyeshadow applied underneath them with a darker shade of lipstick painting his smile.

Blushing slightly, he ignored the other's amusement and tugged him towards the table. “Did you forget what day it was?” He teased.

“Considering we ate dinner in suits- hardly. I was just surprised to find you out here, usually we eat dessert inside.”

“You had already set up the fairy lights. I thought it would be an opportunity missed if we didn’t celebrate our anniversary outside on such a lovely night.”

Virgil smiled softly and ran his thumb over his knuckles. “I’m so glad that I have you in my life, this is perfect. So much better than that auditorium where we first met.”

“Debate club was hardly the ideal circumstance for us to meet.” Logan chuckled.

“I don’t even remember what the subject was.”

“I believe it was one of the duller practice ones asking whether or not peanut butter was ethically sourced- to which you argued you were allergic and therefore should get a passing grade regardless because asking you to talk about it was unethical in and of itself.” Laughing at the memory he watched as Virgil only huffed in mock annoyance.

“It was a good argument!” Screwing his mouth to the side Virgil nudged him playfully. “It was a dumb subject anyway no one had any good counterpoints.”

“I did!”

“So did I, that’s not the point Lo.” Laughing outright at the seething look he received, Virgil held his hands up in mock surrender.

“You did, actually. I remember you doing very well for not having prepared anything.” Logan sniffed indignantly. “Mine were just better.”

Smirking, he leaned back into the table as Virgil’s expression morphed into a “challenge accepted” glare, eager to see where this would go. He always loved getting Virgil into debate moods, he became so animated and focused- a far cry from when he first started and thought hissing was a legitimate debate tactic.

“I’ll have you know,” Virgil stepped forward purposefully, petite stature making it not nearly as intimidating as it was meant to be. “I’ve learned much better debate tactics since then anyway.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Logan smiled. “Oh have you-”

He cut himself off with a choked gasp as Virgil was suddenly holding his hand while down on one knee, a small box held open in his palm to reveal a ring with a stone that twinkled gently with the fairy lights behind them. He snapped his mouth shut as Virgil smiled that gentle smile, the same smile that Logan had counted himself the luckiest person in the world to see the first day he had seen the emo teen slouch his way up the stage and behind the podium, nerves clearly telling him to listen to his fight or flight reflex but instead choosing to put those around him at ease any way he could.

“Logan.” He was snapped out of his thoughts with a gentle squeeze to his hand. “Do you remember how we had to shake hands after the debate?”

“I do.” Logan breathed.

“I saw all of you in that moment, every second we’ve spent together since our souls first met. I’ve loved you in every single life before this and in every single one I love you more still. I know it isn’t necessary but- I want to have a day that makes the fact that we’re soulmates everyone else’s problem.” Virgil held Logan’s gaze earnestly as he choked back a laugh. “Logan, will you marry me?”

“Virgil- of course!” Later he wasn’t sure if Virgil had tugged him down by his tie or if he had gripped it when Logan leaned down, but it didn’t matter as their lips connected and Logan could feel his boyfriend’s, no his fiance’s- his soulmate's heart racing underneath his fingers as he placed a hand to his cheek in an attempt to pull him closer.

Pulling away for a moment he laughed gently at the lipstick smeared slightly, reaching forward to try and fix it. “Virgil, that is not a legitimate debate tactic.”

“I’m taking it as a win anyway.” Virgil reached forward as well, pushing his glasses up to rub away a few stray tears Logan hadn’t noticed collecting on his cheeks. He leaned forward to kiss him again, and again, and again while the candles Logan had forgotten he had lit on the cupcake burned themselves out on the icing and the engagement ring was placed on the table in favor of holding each other as close as they could. And as Logan buried his face in the crook of Virgil’s neck and felt the other’s embrace tighten he knew that in all the lifetimes they had and would share, there was nowhere else he would rather be.

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whosaskingwrites · 3 years

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Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay,"

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze.

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod.

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.

#haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#whosaskingfluff #akaashi x reader #koutarou bokuto #keiji akaashi #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #akaashi fluff

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sonderthroughthestreets · 4 years

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Splitting Universes

Here is the sobbe fic that I wanted to write for their anniversary last friday but obviously im late for it lol

Someone said that Sander said “In every universe” because it comforts Robbe with his multiverse theory and that Robbe said “At least in this universe” because it comforts Sander who believes that life is what you choose to make of it. Sooooo, here is Sander painting on Robbe’s back while talking about the universe and brown-haired Sander asking Robbe to marry him. Hope you enjoy!

“Hold still, will you?” Sander’s voice faltered into a chuckle.

He was sitting on the floor, back to the edge of the bed, legs crossed, holding Robbe as he tried to glide his paintbrush across the skin on his back. The two of them had summer break before the start of the next year and they’d somehow found themselves fooling around, dancing in Sander’s room and finally settled into a spark of an idea in Robbe’s mind to let him paint his back. His shirt was gone and he’d sunk into the floor, crossing his legs too, leaning forward instead of letting himself lean back in the comfort of Sander’s arms.

“The paint is cold. I’m cold ok,” Robbe scoffed, turning his head to try to meet his eyes with a smile. But Sander smirked with half-lidded eyes and pushed his head back into place. He let out a breath of the tiniest laugh.

It was killing Robbe not to look at him. Especially not after he grew out his hair. Sander had cut it a few years ago and let it go back to its natural brown, let the bleach blond wash out and wash away. It was terribly short then, but now it had grown out in longer locks that he just had to style every morning. Today, it was tousled in a messy-but-every-hair-was-perfectly-in-place kind of way. It looked similar to when his hair was bleached but darker roots had replaced the white wash. Some days Robbe could swear he’d seen Sander like this his whole life and others he felt like he was looking at a whole new world.

He also wished that he could see his face right now, the concentration he wore when a creative mood strikes.

“Are you almost done?” Robbe asked.

“Not even close,” Sander answered, his fingers moving swiftly, changing between brushes and colours.

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

“Mmhhh,” he mused. “It’s something we talk about a lot.”

“That could literally be anything,” Robbe pouted. He wanted to know what Sander envisioned across his back.

“Let’s talk about it now,” he dipped his brush in water. “You think that when someone makes a decision, the universe splits itself,” he said. Nothing more. Silence as Robbe contemplated.

“You’re painting me the universe?” Robbe shifted to try to look back at him.

“Hold. still.” Sander gripped his shoulders.

“What kind of universe?” Robbe pondered. He lazily ran a finger down his own palm as he awaited his answer, the fan humming in the summer heat.

“I don’t know” he smiled, though Robbe couldn’t see it. “Any universe you want.”

The way he said that made Robbe smile too. The way that when he said it, he meant all the universes, that he could have any universe because in all of them, one way or another, they were together.

“Hhmmm,” Robbe murmured in contentment. He stared around Sander’s room: the Bowie posters spread across the walls, his camera laying on his disorganized desk, papers and drawing utensils scattered, his easel in the corner, the dresser off to the side, his clothes neatly folded on the bed. The open window let the warm breeze through and the sky made everything in his room glow the softest, palest blues, greys and greens. Robbe’s eyes finally landed on his shirt discarded on the hardwood floor and he felt shivers all over again as cold paint slid on his skin.

It was moments like these where they talked some, then fell into silence, talked some more and finally fell into each other’s touch that eased both their minds. Sander was very quiet now.

“What are you thinking?” Robbe asked.

A sort of sad smile crossed his face, one that he couldn’t see.

“Sander.”

And Sander knew that tone all too well. He delicately placed a hand on Robbe’s neck, softly smiled into his hair and kissed his head. Once, twice, a third time for good measure.

“Do you remember our first night at the hotel?” he asked softly.

“How could I forget?” Robbe sighed happily. But his fingers weren’t on him anymore and Robbe actually felt heat dissipate from behind him as Sander leaned back a bit. He turned his head the slightest, hesitant to look at him for fear he might actually ruin the work on his back. Robbe waited patiently. He recognized his insecurities at play but he wasn’t quite sure of what.

“I know that..” Sander started. “I know that that night I wasn’t...but I meant every word...and I know that I asked once already...”

He was grasping for courage to say what he wanted. Robbe knew he could be ever so confident in his words, even more so in his touch, but sometimes it faltered and he saw him sheepish and insecure. Things started to click in Robbe’s mind. They hadn’t exactly talked about this since that night. At least not seriously. It was always fun banter, like an inside joke or like the continuation of an ongoing plan that may or may not ever be seen through. They were so busy living in the moment, the future had seemed so far away.

It had been

“When we get married I’m painting everything in the house. We’re not buying prints”

“When we get married?”

“We’re getting married right now”

It had been

“Mr. Driesen”

“Oh, we’re married now?”

“In my mind we are”

It had been

“Do you think I should get another ring?”

“Depends. Do you want to be called Mr. Ijzermans?”

It had been

“You’re making croques again? Marry me”

“Okay”

Laughter and kisses always followed. Comfort in agreeing a million different ways was always found. But a concrete, tangible answer was never there.

Robbe understood now why Sander had seemed hesitant and unsure with all this talk of the universe and decisions. They’d been together for more than two years now yet they hadn’t really made official plans for marriage. They were still studying in uni which meant of course, they’d wait until after, but it was never a conversation that lasted very long. While Robbe had talked about all his theories, Sander had made sure to tell him that he’d choose him in every universe. But sometimes it seemed he became overwhelmed with that many versions of them and he didn’t want to think of a world where they might not choose each other every day. Robbe shifted his legs carefully and placed a hand on Sander’s knee, feeling the fabric of his shorts cling in the heat. A signal, a sign, a plea to carry on. They could both feel a nervousness set in, their hearts fluttering in this fleeting moment.

Sander sighed.

“Robbe Ijzermans” he said. “Will you marry m-“

He didn’t even get to utter the question before Robbe turned around, took his face in his hands and connected their lips together in an open-mouthed kiss.

When someone makes a decision, the universe splits itself.

Sander had a lot of time the past couple of years to think of this. Robbe loved to talk about the multiverse theory, the parallel universes, and the alternate dimensions. He talked his ear off about how each can be so different and in one he’d find himself being a skater or a gamer, in another he’d find himself studying anthropology, and in another he may even have gone to an elite school. Or more so maybe he could’ve been the one studying art instead. Or how he could be in one where he didn’t meet his friends, in one where he didn’t have to miss his mama so much growing up, or one where his dad made different choices. Choices. Decisions. It always came back to that. If we all made different decisions, life could’ve been very different, Robbe had said. And once we make a decision, there are two worlds, one where you chose one thing, another where you chose different.

Whether Sander wanted to admit it or not, that scared him a lot. It scared him to think there could be a world where he continued on with Britt or worse, one where he hadn’t met Robbe. And with each decision solidifying closer and closer a world where Sander and Robbe stay together, he had wondered if living in this universe was enough. If not thinking of the other worlds and staying here together was enough.

Robbe had soothed his worries, tapped the worry lines on his forehead, kissed his temple and had run fingers softly through his auburn hair. He had reminded him of his own theories of life becoming what you choose to make of it. He had reminded him that they were together in this universe.

But nothing was reminding him of that fact more than this kiss they were now sharing.

Sander’s fingers tangled in Robbe’s hair, now a bit longer and fluffier, his mouth softly tracing unspoken words into his lips. He felt Robbe’s hands slide from his face to his neck to grip his black t-shirt and pull them up as they both rose to their knees, a more comfortable position than before. They both let each other fill their lungs up in this hot, searing kiss, somehow both passionate and gentle. Sander breathed out as he broke apart first.

“Will you?” he teased.

“Yes,” Robbe pulled him in for another kiss. “Yes.”

And just like that a decision was made, a world was created.

Sander broke the kiss again.

“I don’t have a ring for you,” he smirked.

“I don’t care,” Robbe’s mouth etched up as he drew closer, searching his lips. Both of their eyes twinkled in an enticing, tantalizing manner. Instead Sander leaned back and smiled, standing up to get his ring from the dresser.

“Here,” he slipped it onto Robbe’s slender finger.

“Thank you. It doesn’t fit,” he snorted because sure enough, it was a little loose and sliding off his hand. This proposal was far from the real thing Sander had planned, especially since they were still students, struggling to keep afloat in the midst of studies and spending time together, but this moment was finally real.

As Sander took back the ring and slid it on his own hand, Robbe asked,

“Did you really paint the universe on my back?”

Right. He’d almost forgotten what prompted him to think about their future together in the first place.

“Come,” he tilted his head in the direction of the bathroom in the hall. He took Robbe’s hands and lead him to the mirror where he turned him around and showed him.

It was a galaxy of stars and sparkles, colours of blacks, dark purples, greens, pinks and blues all mixed into a combination of an ethereal light. It was everything Sander had been thinking about with Robbe. His fears, his doubts, his joy, his love.

“In every universe, right?” Sander entwined his fingers with Robbe as they both stared at his back in the reflection. Robbe took the time to stare at it a while longer.

“Yeah,” he said. Then he looked at Sander with dark, dilated eyes, squeezing his hand. “But especially in this universe, too.”

#wtfock #wtfam #thank you so much bianca for reading this over #💖#also this is probably like my first official fic ive written so sorry if it kinda sucks lol #fic #my fic #omg all my italicized words got unitalicized🤦‍♀️

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bedtimebrain · 3 years

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EXO KAI: Detective Gone Wrong P3

You can find the masterlist to the other parts on my bio/description!

Characters: JonginxYou

You came to know Jongin by accident, but have no clue he’s EXO’s Kai. And when you found out....

You walked away blankly, remaining in a daze until your phone started vibrating in your pocket.

It was your boss who called and anxiously asked if you could cover her shift from the afternoon as she forgot about her wedding anniversary dinner.

You gladly agreed, thinking it might be better to have something to occupy yourself with today. Otherwise you’re just going to be spending the day thinking about you and jongki.

Still sane enough to be in need for breakfast, you went by the convenience store to pick up a sandwich. Standing in front of the fridge, you paused to think

What does jongki want? Does he... like me ?

And he KISSED ME TOO?! That’s definitely something only couples do right?!

How did everything escalate so fast overnight ?!

‘Excuse me, are you getting anything? You’re standing in the way’

You must have stood there for quite a while, looking at the irritated face of the customer. Apologising, you just grabbed whatever sandwich there was on the shelf and left after paying.

Falling deep in thought and replaying what happened last night again, you opened your sandwich packaging and bit down on your sandwich

EW! Egg Mayo!

You sighed. Feeling a little more miserable with wrong sandwich choice, you continued feeding on your thoughts on the way home.

You dive straight into your bed and hugged your big Coney plush the first thing you got back. You screamed into Coney like a lunatic and kicked the air violently with your legs.

Stupid jongki, who does he think he is. Ah yes, I secretly gave you a kiss, so what. IT WAS JUST A FRIENDLY KISS CAUSE YOU WERE CUTE.

BUT WHATS WITH KISSING ME ON THE LIPS AND WAKING UP TOGETHER LIKE ITS ABSOLUTELY NORMAL

What a flirt!! See y/n you were right. Rich, handsome guys, tsk. Bound to be bad.

You threw coney to the side and your phone came crashing down with it from your side table.

Groaning, you bend over your bed to pick it up, only to see a message from the dear boy you wanted out of your mind right now.

J:I’m heading out for work soon~ have a good day today😙

Is that a kissy face?!

Oh goodness, you were so annoyed.

Kim Jongki, are you playing with me right now?? WE ARE NOT ATTACHED

.....

at least not yet (?)

Tossing the phone aside, you decided to take a shower. Afterall showers always work best for any occasion. You got up and spent a peaceful 20minutes running under hot water, clearing your thoughts.

Though still feeling bothered, you were definitely more refreshed. Time check , it was about time for you to get changed and pick up lunch on the way to the store.

Dusting on some light make up, bunning up your hair, you changed into your working clothes. In 30 minutes you were out of the house.

On the bus ride to your working area, you were so torn between checking your phone and not to. You wanted to know if jongki texted you again, but you didn’t really want to deal with this situation.

Fiddling with your phone, you almost dropped it when it beeped to announce a message had arrived.

That’s a sign, I should look at it! Since it rang when I’m thinking whether I should

Excitedly you unlocked your phone and checked your notification, only to find that it was just a reminder message from your landlord to pay your rent.

Your heart literally dropped because you actually really wanted to receive a message from him. Just then your phone beeped again and this time it was from jongki!

J: y/n ah what’s for lunch today? I’m having kimchi stew. Texting because I thought about you who might be board having an off day today :p

Sigh, you can’t deny that boy is so cute and lovable. But you still weren’t ready to reply him. You wanted things to be clearer between both of you. While uncertainty in relationships can be the most heart fluttering period, you didn’t like being in that phase.

It wasn’t long before you reached your stop to alight. Not feeling particularly hungry yet, you stopped by street stalls along the way instead.

You arrived at your shop, feeling satisfied with the pajeon you just had. You almost forgot how therapeutic the scent of flowers were until you stepped in. The mixed floral scent of dew and freshness instantly released you from the troubled thoughts bugging you at the back of your head.

‘Unnie! I’m here! How could you forget your wedding anniversary , hahah. Have you bought a gift or something yet?’

‘Ah, y/n ah! My life saviour. No I haven’t bought anything! There’s just too many activities and occasions this month that I forgot about my own. Gosh’ she face palmed herself making you laugh

‘Then you better leave soon to get your gift! I’m here already anyway! I’ll just continue wrapping this bouquet you’re currently working on’

‘I’ll buy u a meal another day, sorry for calling you back on your off day~ oh right I’ve a parcel coming later, just open and let me know what’s inside. I ordered so many I can’t even remember what’s coming anymore.’ Removing her apron, she rushed off after saying googbye.

Looking at the tasklist, it was going to be a busy day. 5 bouquets to finish and lots of prep for the workshop tomorrow. You immersed yourself in the wrapping right away.

A few minutes later, your phone lighted up. It was a message from jongki.

J:yaaa, are you ignoring me deliberatelyy? do you want to come over again on sunday?

You scoffed when you saw the message because your detective mind came to a conclusion that the latter question was just bait to get the answer to his first question. He was tempting you with a chance at his place that was a hit or miss if you don’t reply him.

You put down the stalks of flowers you were still holding in your hands, you paused to form an appropriate reply.

Text:

my lunch was great, and i cant go over on sunday, im going to my parent’s place

You typed then deleted it, doesn’t sound about right, you remember telling him yesterday that you got a half day shift on sunday which you really hated.

Trying again,

i got called back at work

Sounds fine? Should you send it like this?

‘Delivery!’

Reacting in shock , you pressed the send button by accident at the voice of delivery man

ah shucks!

You closed your eyes and hit yourself on the head imaginatively. Smiling at the delivery guy, you received the parcels and signed them off.

One of it came in a tube, while the other was in a box.

What in the world did unnie order that would come in a tube? Wallpapers? Drawings??

The tube really piqued your curiosity, so you decided to check that first. opened it first.

Opening the tube, you pulled out a rolled piece of paper. Unrolling it, you noticed at the top right was a black and white logo that writes EXO Obsession.

Ohhhh EXO!! Unnie likes exo?

Ever since you watched 100 days my prince, you had a positive inclination towards EXO. Which also reminded you of jongki who seems to like EXO Kai.

You wondered who was going to be in this poster. Not like you would recognise them though, you thought, unless its do kyungsoo ssi.

A little excited, you pulled the poster open to full length.

Looking at the poster that stared back at you. Your smile faded away. Your jaw dropped.

‘Jongki oppa?’ you muttered under your breath

There was an uncanny resemblance between the man in the poster and jongki.

No way, who the hell is this from EXO?

You turned the poster to the back hoping to find a name of the man in the picture. But there was no information.

Flipping back over, you looked closer at the other small details on the logo, you found this 3 lettered word staring back at you — ‘KAI’.

EXO KAI? Jongki watches his dance videos... or rather, Jongki also can dance ..

There were only two logical possibilities to this , either jongki has a twin or... kai is jongki..

You had to know the answer to this incredulous situation.

Making a grab for your phone, you saw jongki had already replied you , but you weren’t even going to read it

Madly typing away

Y: Oppa, do you have a twin ?

You could feel blood pumping through your veins as you sent it.

How could this be possible ? He mustn’t be exo right?

Although you weren’t interested in boy groups, there’s no one that hasn’t heard of EXO in the whole of korea. And that’s how popular EXO is.

Even though you have never checked them out to find out how they looked like, but you still knew a few names. Names like Baekhyun , chanyeol and.. kai..

Thinking of it now, it seems to all make sense that he could dance, he has abs, he’s rich, works till late, doesn’t reply all the time....

As you waited for his text to come back in, you googled EXO Kai.

Birth name: Kim Jong In

Birthday: 14 Jan 1994

Height: 1.82m

1994 was his birth year, that’s right. Kim Jong in, difference of 1 word. 1.82m, yes, obviously describes him. Google images ? 100% similarity.

If it’s not a twin....

Ding!

His msg came in

J: uh, no.. that was so random though, why? Saw someone looking like me?

You didn’t want to believe this. The friend you’ve been hanging with and even sleeping at his place.. is kai?

In the past, when you watched those cliche dramas you never understood why people made such a huge fuss when they found out their dating partner has a hidden identity.

Like isn’t it totally exciting and fun! Especially if the person turns out to be some rich CEO. Wow, your rags to riches story would come true over night.

That’s how you thought you would react.

But honestly, all you felt was some sense of betrayal right now.

Y: oppa, I think I just found out what you do...

you sent

Just in a few seconds, he replied

J:really?! What’s your wild Guess this time ?

Your hands were shaking as you prepared to type this. The moment you send this and he confirms it... what are you going to do ?

But still, this has to be done

Y: EXO Kai. Kim Jong In.

Again, he replied instantaneously

J:omg, took you long enough!! How did you find out though??!

Clearly not being able to sense the tension over the phone, he was, as usual, cheery about everything.

Y:so it’s true ? Why did you lie your name to me?

You had no idea why you felt so emotional to the brink of tears about this truth.

J: ah, I’m sorry for lying about that.. I was worried initially if I told you my real name you might make a connection and recognise me at the start.

He double texted as soon as you received that msg, saying

J: y/n, are you ok?

You typed

no I’m not. I don’t even know how I should be feeling now, or what I should be doing about our friendship.

But.. you didn’t send it. You switched your phone to do not disturb and kept it in your bag.

You stared blankly at the poster for a while before putting it back in the tube. You’re still in disbelief. This situation was ridiculous. But it was logical.

In a state of mental breakdown, you couldn’t even wrap your bouquets right. You switched over to prepping for the workshop tomorrow instead. But your mind was so preoccupied with the whole fiasco that you kept missing things out. You just wanted work to end and have the time to yourself.

The entire day went by in a mess, but at least it finally ended. Back at home, you scroll through the multiple texts he sent you

J: hmm, seems like you’re pretty shocked about this right?

J: I wanted to tell you but you said you preferred if I didn’t though..

Then there was also a missed call from him

J: Call me back?

You swiped away all his notifications. There is something you really want to do, but not really ready to. You contemplated

Should I? Search kai up ?

Typing into Google, you searched kai. It was strange, just 24 hours ago you guys were so close, almost like lovers. But right now, you’re searching him up and getting to know him like an unreachable stranger.

You tapped into one of those webpages that told fans his entire life story. From his blood type to who he has ever dated and all that small little things people conclude from what he has said.

Again, you felt a stab in your heart and sour inside. These were things you never knew about , but surely, everyone else but you knew. It was like... jongki wasnt jongki, this him is different, it feels so far and distant from the one you knew...

Pondering on that thought, you let out a bitter laugh. Jongki really wasnt jongki. He was never jongki.

Switching to YouTube , you click on ‘mmmh’ the first result when you searched kai. No matter how you tried to keep an open mind, you didn’t like it. His costume made him strange and the song really wasn’t your type.

Deciding that’s enough for the day, you put your phone aside and tried your best to fall asleep.

—-

Back at work the next day, you decided to get some ‘intel’ from your boss about kai.

‘Unnie, you like EXO Kai?’

‘Ne!!! Wae? Isn’t his visuals to die for???’ She reacted so excitedly upon hearing his name

‘Why don’t I remember you liking EXO though?’

‘I recently just got into them because of my friend who kept playing their songs on repeat in her car’ she laughed as she fixed the flowers

‘Why did you ask though? Since when were you interested in boy groups?’ She continued asking

‘Ah... When I checked the poster yesterday I thought kai was really good looking, so I’m just asking haha. So what’s so nice about kai you bought a poster?’ Finally asking what you really wanted to .

‘Oh gawd, you really wanna know? I could go on a whole day about jongin. Though he is sooooo fierce on stage , killer looks and everything, but he has such a cute personality!! You know when they ........’

And she went on and on about it, even showing you clips of kai on variety shows, interviews, etc. In these the sense of familiarity was back, you felt like this was the Jongki you knew. Oh well, it’s Jongin now, you really got to change it out.

You laughed along with your boss and you understood why he had so many fan girls. Introducing you to some EXO songs, you had to admit you really liked them!

Knowing more about kai now, you went back home that night and sat infront of your laptop, making a search for EXO’s variety shows, music videos and the likes.

You searched up ‘kai cute moments’ and you wanted to sqush him because he was just so cute like how he was normally. At the same time you can’t help but feel a little jealous that you’re sharing these sides of him with other people too.

You watched his dance videos and he was literally a dancing king. Thinking back to when he danced for you, you suddenly realised just how many girls would die to be in your place.

It was already 1am by the time you finished your search. A msg came in just as you were about to crash

J: are you up? I’m going to the convenience store to grab some food. Are you hungry? Want to come along?

Seeing his msg, you felt a little bad about ignoring him for the 2nd day now. How should you reply him now that the situation is a little awkward ?

Nicely, your phone died as you were thinking.

Alright, just a sign I should go to bed, oppa I’ll reply you after I get my phone charged up tmr.

——

You woke up to an absolutely crisis that you overslept. Considering how you didn’t sleep well for the past 2 nights over jongin, this was bound to come. You quickly washed up and left for work.

Plugging your phone into the portable battery, you phone came back to live. Again, jongin was persistent in his texts.

J:y/n ah don’t ignore me please

J:Come over on sunday?

J: I’m waiting for your reply.

It was 1.30am when he asked you to come over on sunday, but his last message was past 3am. He must have been thinking about what happened with you.. You felt bad for being so absorbed in how you felt and failed to consider his feelings when it really wasn’t his fault.

All this started out because of your dumb self who wanted to play detective. But then again, if you had found out who he was from the start, would you have gotten this close with him? Possibly not. You replied him without delay

Y: i’ll come over on sunday

The shop gets really busy on saturdays, packed with workshops, tons of deliveries and online orders. You didn’t have time to check your phone till the end of the day, at which you saw you missed jongin’s call and texts again.

J: omg, you finally replied! is there anything you want to eat on tomorrow? i could get it if you’re coming over from work

J: we are all ok now right?

Should you call him back? It wasn’t like you were completely okay yet, you couldn’t imagine how it would like seeing him tomorrow. He was surely still that jongki you knew, but he was also kai.

Thinking to leave the rest for tomorrow to think about, you just replied

Y: there’s nothing i really want, just get whatever you like:)

Back at home, for the 3rd night in a row, you stayed up like a fan girl again, watching all of EXO ladders, their concert videos. You squealed and fangirled over them like a teenage girl. The more you watched, the more you started falling harder for them.

---

A halfday shift always makes your day go by real fast. You were standing outside jongin’s door. You were suddenly reminded of the times you watched 100 days my prince with him and talked about D.O. who he probably knows 1000x better than you do. And how you asked if he was a kai fan. Oh gawd, you wanted to jump into a hole. Feeling a little nervous and a little awkward and hella embarrassed, you didn’t want to press the door bell.

Finally pressing the door bell, you waited for barely half a minute, which felt like eternity before he opened the door. You could even feel your palms sweating.

‘Annyeong Y/N! Come in quickly!’

You didn’t reply him immediately, neither did you move an inch yet. The smile on his face slowly faded and he just looked at you, starting to chew on his lips.

Seeing his face once again, in real life, your heart skipped a beat. You knew it wasn’t because he was kai, but because he was still jongki, that someone special to you.

You quickly smiled back at him the moment you got out of your thoughts. He let out the breath that he has been holding, making you laugh.

‘Annyeong, jong..’ you paused there, about to call him jongki

‘annyeong jongin oppa’ it sounds weird to you, not to be calling him the name you were used to

You guess he must have been feeling a little awkward when you called him by his real name too, he scratched his head and chuckled.

‘I ordered pizza, are you hungry? let’s eat’ he gestured for you to go to the dining area and was ready to walk away

But you felt you had to talk to him first about this,

‘oppa, can we talk?’

He turned around to face you, he nodded slowly

‘sure..’

You walked over to him, leaving a comfortable space between the both of you.

He avoided your eye contact as you started

‘so... EXO Kai huh?’

‘...y/n, i.. you should know i have no intentions to hide anything from you deliberately, i was ready to tell you anytime. but i also thought you would react in a ‘pleasant surprise’ way rather than a ‘nasty shock’ received, so i just let it be’

He looked at you with sincerity in his beautiful eyes which showed how bad he felt. But you honestly just wanted to clear the air and lighten up the mood

‘actually, I just wanted to tell you that... I became an EXOL!’

You exclaimed and laughed. His eyes widened and stared at you like you were out of your mind, before bursting into laughter too.

But his laughter soon turned to sobs, and he rubbed his eyes profusely, which got you stunned

‘I... I thought I messed up our friendship, our relationship. And I really missed you, I didn’t want our us to end like this.....’ he said in between sobs and almost sounded like he was wailing

‘We haven’t even started...! Y/N, you scared me when you didn’t even reply at all! I thought you didn’t want to contact me anymore!’ He give you a light push on your shoulder as he emotionally spilled out all his thoughts

Though you were really confused, it was heart wrenching to see him cry so hard. You quickly put your arms around his waist and have him a hug.

‘Oppa, I’m sorry for the past few days I ignored you. I was just trying to figure how to handle the weight of the truth that you’re EXO Kai. Hahah, I’m so confused at your reaction right now you know.’

Calming down, but still sounding nasal he said

‘I’m going to make you stay here today until I’m convinced that you don’t hate me for being kai.

Oh and that you won’t go MIA on me again if you found out some other kai stuff’

Breaking away from the hug, he grabbed onto your shoulders

‘Y/N I like you, I really like you, so don’t leave my life please’

His impromptu confession got you feeling shy, you didn’t know what to do , but merely nodded in response.

Feeling all bright again he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.

You were glad it was as if nothing has changed, except that you probably became the luckiest fangirl alive just like this.

———

This fic went through so many content changes, I’m so glad I finished writing this! For those that waited for this part, I hope it wasn’t too underwhelming:,) feel like there’s definitely still a lot for me to work on as a new writer.

Also just dropping a note to say this would most probably be my last fic tell after may! Please check out of my other fics in the meantime too:) Hopefully I’ll be back with better writings !

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 11: The Rush]

Chapter summary: Queen and Y/N attend a party and experiment with hallucinogens.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, drugs, partying, injuries, sexual references, angst, some baby stuff.

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“You’re trying to make us late, aren’t you?”

Roger looms in the doorway of the hotel bathroom, arms crossed, a baiting ghost of a smile on his lips. His eyes—blue like a summer sky, like blooming delphiniums, like veins beneath skin—trace you from your black heels to your dangling diamond earrings, feasting, craving.

You smile back at him as you rearrange your hair for the fourth time. “The later we are, the drunker everyone else will be and the less agonizing small talk I’ll be forced to make with random music industry people.”

“I can assure you, they’re already drunk.”

“I don’t want to get there before the boys.” Freddie and Brian had left the hotel earlier to pregame in the bars of the French Quarter, and John is...actually, you don’t know where John is at the moment, which is unusual.

Roger chuckles, lights a cigarette, takes a deep drag as he gazes at you. “Come on, baby. You’re not getting any more stunning. It’s not possible. And you don’t want Deaks to be the first one to get there, do you? Can you imagine? He’ll end up telling his life story to the golden retriever or locking himself in a closet or something. We can’t abandon him.”

“No, of course not.” You give your reflection one final appraising glance. It’s not bad: sleek black dress, black Prada bag with a thin diamond-studded shoulder strap, smokey eyes, spritzes of Chanel No. 5. It’s pretty freaking great, actually.

Roger nods to your purse. “You got your kit, Nurse Nightingale?”

“Naturally. You think I trust eccentric and impaired musicians not to do gymnastics down a staircase or punch out misbehaving fellow guests? Oh no. Not a chance. I come well prepared.”

“Good.” Reflexively, unconsciously, he shakes his right arm a few times, stretches the hand, winces. It hurts him all the time, and you know that even if he’ll never say it. He drinks more or less constantly when Queen is on tour, and pops pills on top of that. You can’t ask him to stop; he can’t play without the booze and pills, and he can’t live without the band. He wouldn’t even want to try.

“Roger, is it—”

“I’m fine.” His eyes are on you again, everywhere, soaking up every curve and crevice like rain seeping through parched earth. Dusty ashes trickle from his cigarette onto the white tile floor.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he says, meditative in a way that is quiet and still and very unlike Roger. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “How much I love you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

New Orleans is cool and humid and the streetlights shine beneath the constellations of the night sky: Auriga, Cassiopeia, Ursa Minor, Orion, Perseus. The salt-tinged dampness in the air sticks to your bare forearms, your ankles, your collarbones, your cheeks; the chaotic ocean wind rolls in off the Gulf of Mexico. It’s February 14th of 1977, Valentine’s Day, a day you’ve always thought of as a sort of anniversary for you and Roger; not the day you told him yes, but the day you surrendered to the eventuality, the day you agreed to fall in love with the world he promised you.

Is surrender the right word? you wonder, because part of you doesn’t like it, part of you flinches like you’ve been hit. Yes, it is. Whether I like it or not.

You’ve never spoken of anniversaries to Roger. He’s never asked.

The mansion, a Southern-style manor with columns and fountains in the front yard, is raucous with music and trimmed with twinkling white lights; there are dozens of people—men in suits, women in gowns, strippers, drag queens, mistresses, wives, acrobats, magicians, drug dealers—mingling on the wrap-around porch, sipping drinks, shouting at each other over the music, snatching appetizers off platters that waiters balance on their shoulders as they weave from one end of the house to the other. You and Roger swim through the crowd towards Brian’s mass of dark curls and Freddie’s brash laughter that carries through the night air like smoke signals.

Some man in a lavender suit—a producer or manager or record company executive—is talking to Freddie and Brian with a cigar smoldering between his fingers. “...And it’s extraordinary, really, this new album, everyone’s talking about what a success the tour has been so far. What’s it called again?”

“A Day At The Races,” Brian offers matter-of-factly, as if he’s in a business meeting.

“Ah, that’s it!”

“What’s so interesting,” Bri continues, “is that this time around the audience has started really getting into it, singing along to almost every song, sometimes we can’t even hear ourselves! And at first we were a bit annoyed by it—”

Freddie adds: “We were thinking, ‘shut up, bitches, you paid to hear us sing!’”

“—But then we realized that we should be appreciating that enthusiasm, that maybe we could even figure out a way to harness that energy and write songs with the audience’s participation in mind.”

“Fascinating!” Lavender Suit Guy replies.

“Good evening, everyone!” Roger announces as he sails into the middle of the conversation. “Hey man, how are you? Enjoying yourself? Have you met Y/N? Yes, she’s a Yankee just like you, from Boston originally, and she can cure hangovers like nobody’s business so she’s incredibly handy to have around. Have you heard the new Eagles record yet? Jesus christ, it’s bloody brilliant...”

As they chatter, you scan the pulsing throng of strangers for John. After a moment—as Freddie is recounting the band’s escapades in Miami last week—he appears wearing a black leather jacket and hair that barely covers his ears.

“Deaky!” Fred gasps.

“John!” you squeal in delight, and he grins enormously as he wraps you in a hug. He smells like cigarettes and Manhattans and that verdant, ancient mystery of the American South.

“Hi,” he says sheepishly.

“Your hair...?!” You reach up to run your hands through it, to flip his bangs one way and then the other, to tug gently on the ends. “I’m in shock. Good shock, but definitely shock.”

“Yeah, some American girl told me once that I had good bone structure and should chop my hair off someday so people could appreciate it.”

“Hmm, who could that be?” Roger teases, turning to you.

“I believe I described the aforementioned bone structure as fantastic, not good, but close enough.” You can’t stop staring at John. You blink a few times, waiting for it to sink in. Instead, something feels unnerving in a way you can’t pin down: new, different, anomalous, inviting.

“You’ve all gone shorter, haven’t you?” Lavender Suit Guy remarks. “Well...except Brian, of course.”

“He had much shorter hair once, if you can believe it,” Freddie says. “Back in the very early days. Before John joined us. Bri would straighten it too, it was horrid, the poor man looked like a Lhasa Apso.”

“You have a new baby at home, don’t you?” Lavender Suit Guy asks John.

“I do, yes, my second. A wonderful little girl named Anna.”

“Congratulations! And Brian, you’ve got one on the way as well?”

Brian smiles proudly. “Two, actually.” Chrissie has curbed her comments concerning Veronica’s dreadfully banal, domestic, decidedly unposh existence now that Chris is bedridden with morning sickness and carrying twins. ‘I feel like the fucking Hindenburg,’ she’d told you over the phone. ‘If the Hindenburg had sore tits and smelled like vomit.’

“We’re drowning in babies,” Roger quips in a tone you can’t quite read. Annoyance? Curiosity? Disapproval? Envy?

“Well, since the wives are away and you’re free to play...” Lavender Suit Guy flags down a waiter holding a small tray of sugar cubes. “Ever dropped acid? There’s blow floating around somewhere too, if that’s more your scene.”

Brian smirks uneasily and stirs his Vesper. You look to John. John looks to Roger.

Freddie laughs and lifts a sugar cube daintily off the tray with his thumb and index finger. “Marvelous, darling! Will it make me hallucinate all my wildest dreams? Will an imaginary cheerleading squad of Farrah Fawcetts suck my cock all night?”

Lavender Suit Guy chuckles. “I make no guarantees.”

“Nothing in life ever does. Isn’t that tragic?” Freddie pops the sugar cube into his mouth and grins. “Beam me up, Scotty.”

Roger asks you: “You want to? It could be an adventure.”

LSD wasn’t exactly the adventure you’d had in mind when you agreed to follow Queen across the globe all those years ago in Boston; still, an adventure is an adventure. And if I don’t keep things interesting, he’ll find someone who will.

Oh, that’s not a thought you knew you had.

And I would like to return it to that repressed, dimly-lit, cobwebbed corner of my subconscious where I’d buried it, thank you very much.

“Is it safe?” John asks Lavender Suit Guy.

“Do you think I’d give you something that wasn’t safe? It’s perfectly safe. It can’t kill you. It’s not heroin. Worst case scenario you get a bad trip. And I’ve never gotten a bad trip from this stuff.”

You conjure up a smile for Roger. “Let’s do it.”

“Excellent,” he says, his face lighting up; and you realize that that’s what he’d wanted. He picks up a sugar cube, lays it on his tongue, and then slips it between your lips as he kisses you. Freddie whistles and claps. The cube dissolves with a pleasant, innocent, nostalgic sweetness. Then Roger turns to John. “You in, Deaks?”

John hesitates, then nods. “Alright.”

Roger passes John a sugar cube (with his hand this time), picks up one for himself, and toasts them like champagne glasses. “Cheers!” The sugar cubes disappear behind their teeth.

Freddie stares at Brian. Brian gnaws his lip and stares back. Freddie wiggles his eyebrows impishly. Finally, Bri sighs, exasperated. “Fine, okay, what the hell, I’ll do it.”

“I’m so proud!” Freddie cries, pressing his palm to his heart. “I am a proud mama.” Brian grimaces as Fred stuffs a sugar cube into his mouth.

“How long does it take to work?” you ask Lavender Suit Guy, feeling no different at all.

“It varies. Not too long, usually.” He whirls, spies someone else he recognizes, waves, and rushes off to greet whoever it is and presumably offer them illegal drugs.

After fifteen disappointingly uneventful minutes of trailing behind the band as they chat with various rich and famous party guests you don’t recognize, you depart to find a restroom.

“Don’t be gone long,” Rog calls after you. John watches with a Manhattan in his right hand. “I don’t want you to be alone if things get...you know...weird.”

“Sure thing.”

You find a small restroom just off the downstairs hallway of the mansion. The clock above the doorframe reads 9:47 p.m. You duck inside, muttering about your first acid experience being a total dud, about defective LSD and Valentine’s Days spent with strangers. As you scrub your hands with rose-scented soap, you glance up to check your makeup in the mirror. Your face isn’t there. Instead, Dominique Beyrand stares back at you.

You gasp, and Dom does too, in that delicate and prodigiously feminine way that she has. You peer penetratingly into the mirror as you gingerly tap your fingertips against your face, which is Dominique’s face now: her olive skin, her high pump cheeks, her large dark eyes like a doe’s, her pink lips. You experiment with a smile, and then a frown; you even emote the same way she does, with a charming candidness, with a rare sort of grace.

Why am I thinking about Dominique?

You’d seen her a few times since Queen’s Hyde Park concert, following Richard Branson around at industry parties and dodging mindless gossip and tedious networking, the same as you. She always greeted Freddie warmly and mostly ignored Roger. He always asked her a few questions anyway, questions you thought he already knew the answers to.

I guess the acid wasn’t a dud after all.

You titter uncertainly. You knot your fingers through your hair—Dominique’s hair—which is thick and glossy and onyx. Her eyes gaze unflinchingly back at you. They blink when you blink.

I have to find Roger, you think suddenly. I don’t know where he is. I don’t know who he’s with.

You spin, wrench open the restroom door, and stagger out into the hallway, your hands pressed against the floral wallpaper to steady yourself. The yellowed, antebellum walls breathe as you do, subtly, sighing as they exhale cool air into the soft clammy skin of your palms. The boards of the hardwood floor clang like piano keys when you step on them. You check the clock hanging above the bathroom door. It reads: 11:09 p.m.

“Uh oh.”

I have to find Roger.

You creep through the hallway as other guests pass you—some zooming by, others moving in slow motion as if they’re treading water, none apparently noticing the breathing walls or musical floor—peeking into each room to see if Roger is there. He’s not in the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, the parlor. Instead there are strangers in all of these places, laughing in each other’s arms, drinking, dancing, touching each other beneath suits and skirts and dresses, smoking cigarettes and blunts, rolling up hundred-dollar bills to snort white powder off silver trays like mirrors.

I have to find Roger. I have to find Roger. I have to find Roger.

In the backyard of the mansion is a cobblestone patio, a garden, a swimming pool which must be freezing but nevertheless has several naked guests thrashing around splashing each other in it, and a bubbling hot tub. You recognize one of the two people in the cloud of mist with their arms resting above the roiling water on the concrete rim. They’re giggling and pointing up at the stars, telling the stories of the constellations, their faces flushed and glistening with steam.

“Hi, Brian!” you cry, relieved.

He turns, sees you, summons a smile; but it’s not a true smile. It’s cagey, it’s dissatisfied, it’s nervous somehow. “Ah, there you are, love.” The girl sitting next to him in the sweltering water is very much his type and entirely unlike Chrissie: tall, slim, blonde, curly-haired. She has a tattoo of a lush, pristine peach on one tanned shoulder blade.

“Have you seen Roger?”

Brian’s brow furrows. “He didn’t find you?”

“Evidently, he did not.”

“Huh. Well, I’m sure he’s around.” Brian waits for you to leave. The blonde girl shoots you a polite but anxious smile. Peaches, you think hazily. Peaches from New Orleans. Just like the girl he told me about when I first arrived in London. Just like the girl in Now I’m Here.

“Bri, come inside with me.”

“I’m fine here,” he replies curtly.

“Bri, please. It’s late. It’s cold. We’re so far from home. There could be sharks.”

Peaches gawps at me, confounded. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Brian snorts. “Sharks can only live in cool water. Everybody knows that. We’re perfectly safe. Stay out of the pool though.”

“Oh. Right. Of course.”

“Good luck locating Roger.” That’s your cue to go.

“Come with me. I’m freaked out. The floor sounds like Somebody To Love.”

“That’s nothing. The bubbles in here play Beatles songs when they pop.”

“Brian...”

“Y/N,” he says harshly, darkly. “Go find Roger.” What he means is: Y/N, get lost.

What about your wife? you almost shriek at him. What about your children? What about those vows that you made three days before Christmas in 1975, the specter of global fame beckoning from the doorway of the Anglican church that Chrissie grew up attending, Roger’s arm tight around my waist and sprigs of holly in my hair?

But Brian already knows about all that, and he doesn’t care.

I have to find Roger.

You leave Brian and Peaches and slip back into the mansion. You search each room as the floorboards shift and chime beneath your feet; now they’re playing the intro to Seven Seas Of Rhye. You realize that you’ve lost your heels somewhere along the way. You aren’t terribly concerned; you have more pressing matters to attend to.

Behind the fourth door you open is a library with books and menacing portraits lining the walls. Everything inside is blue and wibbly and palpably sad. Freddie is slumped on the floor next to a grand piano, his hair in his face, each hand clutching a full champagne flute.

“Darling,” he slurs, thrusting a glass towards you. Fizzy champagne lurches over the edge and trickles down the side of the glass. “Come join me!”

“Is it the LSD or is the room actually that color? I feel like I’m trapped in Picasso’s Blue Period.”

“Do you? It’s all black and white to me. But blue fits. Welcome to my melancholy room.”

“Your melancholy blues,” you pitch with a grin.

Freddie chuckles. “Drink this champagne before I’m forced to pour it down your throat.”

You take the flute and sit on the floor beside him. “Have you seen Roger?”

“I have not.”

“Oh.”

“Darling,” Freddie asks drowsily. “Do you think one goes to hell for being gay?”

“I don’t think you’d go to hell for anything, Fred. You’re too good a person.”

“Ahhhh,” he sighs, dreamily, peacefully. “You are a delight, my dear. Truly. I adore having you around. I do hope you stay with us, even when Roger makes you want to kill yourself.”

“How would he do that, Fred?” you ask softly.

Freddie doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts your hair away from your face, tucks it behind your ear, smiles patiently at you. “I tried to warn you, you know. We all did. I know you thought we were all being insufferable pricks. But we did it out of love.”

“John never tried to warn me.”

Freddie smirks. “Well. He’s got his own demons, doesn’t he?”

You aren’t sure what Freddie means. You down the champagne and climb unsteadily to your feet. “I have to go find Roger now.”

“Of course you do.” Freddie’s umber eyes flick to the ceiling. “Good god, there are birds up there. That is not sanitary. Leave the door open when you go so they can fly away, would you dear?”

“Okay. I’ll love you no matter who you are, Freddie. We all will. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“Will you come with me? Will you help me? I’m worried about Roger.”

“You should be more worried about you.” Freddie waves goodbye. “I have to stay. I’m writing songs.”

“You don’t have a paper and pen, Fred. Do you need them?”

He grins and pokes his temple with a black fingernail. “It’s all up here.”

“Okay. See you around.”

“Au revoir,” Freddie replies, and closes his eyes as he leans back against a breathing wall.

You step out into the hallway and journey towards the main staircase. Someone has put on the new Eagles record; Hotel California rocks deafeningly through the mansion. The air quivers with slow, ghostly notes strummed on an acoustic guitar. The floorboards have abandoned their piano keys and now jolt with each drumbeat. The house has taken on a shadowy, violet hue.

“There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

This could be heaven or this could be hell...”

You clutch the banister as you ascend, studying each guest that passes you for a familiar face. There are none. They’re all blushing and glassy-eyed and cackling as they paw at each other, ignoring you, not seeing you at all. Emerald snakes dart between their rushing feet, forked tongues tasting the lust and impending amnesia in the air. What happens in the darkness tonight will be forgotten tomorrow. It has to be. All the world’s rules and obligations depend upon it.

“Her mind is Tiffany-twisted

She got the Mercedes Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget...”

You catch your reflection in the night-draped window halfway up the staircase. You’re you again, not Dominique. Part of you is comforted by that; part of you feels more alone than ever. You stare at yourself, beautiful, extravagant, dusted with jewels and luck. You have everything. You have nothing. You continue up the staircase.

“Mirrors on the ceiling

The pink champagne on ice

And she said, ‘We are all just prisoners here of our own device’

And in the master's chambers

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast...”

A woman in a shimmering scarlet dress is sitting on the top step and taking a drag off a cigarette excruciatingly slowly. She exhales, the smoke curling out of her red lips like tentacles, her pale eyes tracking you.

“Last thing I remember

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

‘Relax,’ said the night man

‘We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave.’”

You summit the staircase and peer down the hallway to your right. At the end of it is a vast, broken picture window. Cold night wind pours in through the jagged hole in the glass; you can see stars outside. A man is lying on the floor next to the window. You know him.

“John!” you shout, and sprint to his side.

“Hi.” He’s cradling his right arm to his chest. His knuckles are shredded and drenched in crimson blood. Incandescent shards of glass protrude from his hand and glint under the lights. There’s a heavy, coppery, sick-sweet scent in the air.

“John, honey, why would you attack an innocent window...?”

“It wasn’t so innocent. You should have heard what the bastard said to me.”

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up—”

“Stop,” he hisses when you try to touch him.

“John—”

“No!” he screams, pushing your hands away. “Stop it, just leave me, just fucking leave me!”

You step back, cross your arms over your chest, raise your eyebrows impatiently. “You want to tell me who you’re really so mad at?”

He frowns down at the rug, which is streaked with his blood. “Me, I guess.”

“Well you can be mad at yourself at the hospital.”

“No, no hospital,” he insists.

“Your hand is positively mangled. Your playing hand. You need to get it cleaned out.”

“You can fix it. No one else.”

“Since I’m tripping on acid, I probably shouldn’t be the one to fish glass shards out of your skin.”

“You can fix it,” he repeats, confidently now.

“Fine. Have it your way.” You help John to his feet, lead him downstairs, and sit him down at the kitchen table. You open your purse, unpack your supplies and position them in a neat row, shake out your hands to get them limber, give John a glass of water. “Are you going to have to write whoever owns this place a check for the window?”

“No one knows I’m the one who did it. No one even knows who I am.”

“I know who you are, John. Here comes the lidocaine.” You land a series of injections into the flesh surrounding his wrist, his knuckles, the back of his hand. You pause each time you get distracted by the murmurings of the table, which apparently speaks German. Okay table, this is important, kindly shut the hell up. Danke.

“Ow,” John says lethargically.

“And so what if these people don’t know who you are? Who the fuck needs them? You don’t need anyone who doesn’t know you’re the backbone of this band. Who made the Deaky Amp? Who wrote You’re My Best Friend? Who stays focused and calmly waits for the others to stop bludgeoning each other on a nearly daily basis? John fucking Deacon, that’s who.”

“Yeah. Alright,” John agrees, smiling. “Who needs them.”

“You’re gonna get your moment in the sun, don’t you worry.” You pick up your tweezers and begin plucking slivers of glass out of John’s bloody hand, plinking each into a white ceramic bowl. “Everyone is going to know you one day. You’re gonna spread your wings and write a ton of hits and unforgettable basslines and show the world what a genius you are.”

“Sounds thrilling. I’ll see what I can do.” He gazes down at his hand. “It doesn’t hurt at all now, that’s incredible.”

“That’s the magic of modern medicine.” You drop another shard of glass into the bowl. “How’s your first-ever LSD experience going so far?”

“Aside from the window business, quite well. Better now that you showed up.”

“Sorry. I spent an hour being confused by my own reflection and then tried to find Roger. You haven’t seen him, have you?”

“I have not.”

After a while you set your tweezers down on the table and inspect John’s hand closely. “Does this look glass-free to you? My eyes aren’t super trustworthy at the moment. I just saw a fish swim by outside.”

“It looks perfect, in my layperson’s opinion.”

“Okay. Let’s wash and sanitize, then we’ll wrap...”

John follows you placidly to the sink, lets you scrub and towel off his hand, returns to the table so you can bandage it with gauze. It’s quieter in the house now, the guests slowly dispersing, the music turned down and something mellow by the Stones; Gimme Shelter, you think.

“What made you so angry?” you ask him. “You know. Angry enough to assault a window.”

For a long time, John doesn’t answer. He looks up at the ceiling, his gentle greyish eyes chasing something you can’t see; birds, maybe, like Freddie. Maybe he’s looking for the sun. Maybe he’s looking for himself. Finally, he says, very quietly: “I’m just so fucking tired of lying all the time.”

“You never have to lie to me, John.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I do.”

Then you hear a laugh, an untamed one, a familiar one. You turn to John. “Was that just me or...?”

“I heard it too.”

You both leap from the table and hurry after the sound. You burst outside onto the cobblestone patio. Roger is doing backstroke laps in the pool, howling up at the moon. There’s no sign of Brian or Peaches.

“Roger!” you yell.

“Hey, baby! I’m winning! I’m in the Olympics! I made the team! Do you see me winning?”

“You’re totally winning. Please come out before you get pneumonia or attacked by a shark.”

“Shark...?” John inquires.

“I’ve discovered something amazing,” Roger declares, still swimming. He flails his right arm in the air for you to see; the serrated mark that mars the underside appears to be slithering, a snake made of scar tissue and interrupted plans. “When you’re on drugs, nothing hurts!”

“Baby, please come out now.”

Roger obliges, hauling himself up the ladder and out of the pool. He’s still in his black suit; it’s ruined and clings to him and is dripping buckets of chlorine-smelling water. John yanks a towel off a chair and tosses it to Roger, who drapes it over his shoulders like a cape.

“Jesus christ, where have you been?!” you demand. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Roger grins toothily. “A sheer one?”

Despite yourself, you smile back. “Oh yeah. A sheer heart attack. Real cardiac.”

“I had the best idea. Baby, you gotta hear my great idea. It’s so great.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

He lunges to wrap you in a cold, sopping hug. “Everyone’s having babies, right?”

“Uh, well, not everyone...”

“We should have a baby.”

John’s eyes go wide. You swallow noisily. “Roger, love, I don’t think right now is the ideal time to make a decision like that.”

“Why...? Oh. Right.”

“Yeah.”

“If I still feel this way in forty-eight hours, can we have a baby?”

“Roger, I...” You glance to John for help. He raises his hands in surrender, one bare, one clumsily bandaged. You’re on your own, kid, that look says. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. That’s a lot of responsibility. I’d have to stay home with them. I wouldn’t be the tour nurse anymore.” I would never know where you were, who you were with.

“I’ll fly you out to visit all the time. I’ll have to. I can’t do this without you.” His eyes—blue like frigid pool water, like bruises, like dreams—are euphoric, effervescent.

I can’t say no to him, you realize, and it sends a biting shudder up the rungs of your spine. I didn’t just fall in love. I took a fucking nosedive.

Oh, this SO did not go according to plan.

You remember when you first met Queen, how independent and fearless and guarded you had been, how forcefully you had resolved not to put your happiness in a pair of wild, reckless hands like Roger’s.

What happened to that girl? How do I get her back?

And there’s something else, too: a thought you barely recognize as your own. A child would make us permanent.

John is watching you, edgy, apprehensive; but he doesn’t say anything.

“Okay,” you tell Roger. “We can try. If you still feel this way in forty-eight hours.”

“And I will.” Roger’s teeth skate up your neck and he whispers, his breath hot against the goosebumps rising on your skin: “Let me know when you’re late.”

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heartjwi · 4 years

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firsts — lee donghyuck

in which you & donghyuck share your first kiss, first fight, your first everything.

a/n: hello its jan the hyuck deprived bitch p.s my apologies on my rusty writing skills 🤓

you and hyuck had an interesting relationship to begin with to say at least

you were the goody two shoes while he was the opposite

he was almost like every bad boy!au created morphed into one

and no he’s not a dickhead or rude he’s just straight up,,, bold

if you exclude the occasional times he would talk back to his teachers and people who would be all over his face of course

anyways

so hyuck obviously had a reputation with girls (as expected of the school’s resident bad boy)

so he was already out of your radar

and vice versa

mainly because of the way his peers described you to him

you just disliked the fact he would be all over the place

to you its so messy and all that shit

in hyuck’s defense he was just being himself

hyuck also disliked the fact you think you’re too good for people like him

WHICH WAS NOT THE CASE IN YOUR PART

you just didn’t want to affiliate yourself with people who create a messy surrounding if you say so yourself

and on one magical day, you had to work with hyuck on some project

thus your little relationship was born

you remember the first time you talked to him and you didn’t expect to hear a honey like voice to come out from a face like his

hyuck was also shocked that you weren’t snobby as people described you to be

so anyway fast forward to the good shit

asking you out has to be the most frustrating, time consuming thing hyuck has ever done

first he had to get the approval of your parents

which took him 4 whole months to get a yes from your dad alone!!!

they just want what’s best for their daughter aka you okay 😤

second, he had to make sure the timing was perfect not only for him, but for you

knowing how meticulous you could get if he asked you out on a holiday or a special event

he’ll never hear the end of it

“if you asked me out on valentines day like almost every couple in the universe does, i don’t want it. i want our anniversary date to be special like it screams ‘us’ you know? so yeah no asking me out on holidays or special occasions” you tell him out of the blue

making him relentless cause he originally planned on asking you out on valentines day

but in the end, it was all worth it

he finally asked you out on august 28

which got him the sweet “yes” he’s been dying to hear after all the blood, sweat and tears he poured into making the day extra special

and now for phase 2: the relationship

the reason why you were a bit too picky on how you wanted your bf to ask you out was mostly based on the fact,,

you never dated anyone

so when you first found out about hyuck liking you, you were,, shocked

like someone ?? actually ?? likes ?? you???

and the fact hyuck was your first real crush and all that cute puppy love shit,,

it was a big deal for you

also the fact hyuck perfected your vision?? your dream date?? chefs kiss

you knew that hyuck had already shared his firsts with someone else

which kinda made you insecure at some point

cs you think the moment won’t really be special to him as it was to you

but WRONG !!!

hyuck was sweating buckets before you had your first real kiss with him

he was like: FUCK WHAT IF I FUCK UP AND SHE BREAKS UP WITH ME

while you were like: I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM DOING

“let me know if you’re uncomfortable, okay? i just want this to be perfect for you and i” hyuck stares deeply into your eyes.

in the end, he guided you into the kiss so you didn’t just puckered your lips and attached it to his

after that vv sweet moment, you were as red as a tomato and hyuck looked like he could explode at any moment

truly a first, you’ll never forget

as your relationship ages like fine wine,

you could not ignore the fights here and there with him

but one fight was something you won’t forget

as it was your real first couple fight

there was a point in time where your whole relationship turned rocky with him

with finals catching up and shit ton of assignments due, academic stress was taking a toll

you were a bit too, snappy towards him and he, donghyuck, with his bratty attitude could not help but let out some few insulting words here and there time to time

anyway

so hyuck, again who already has his own problems to deal with, came to your aid one time as you called him crying and having a mental breakdown over your academics on the phone

he ended up coming over and somehow made it worse for you to deal with cs he was literally giving shit advice

“listen y/n, if i just came for you to push me away then i’ll just get going then” hyuck crosses his arms, not noticing the change of atmosphere in the room

“then fucking leave! i didn’t ask you to see me!” you snap at him

that was the very first time you’ve seen hyuck angry

“so i’m the bad guy now? i hope you know i would fucking drop ANYTHING for you if you needed me!” he yells, making you flinch.

but sis wasn’t backing down without a fight

“who said i needed you right now?” you retort, immediately regretting it right after you see hurt flash in his eyes.

“wait.. hyuck-” you tried calling him but it was too late. he walked out of your apartment without another word.

all night, you were trying to desperately contact him but seems like he turned off his phone

the very next day, you had bags under your eyes after a restless night

you thought of visiting him and ask for an apology but turns out he had the same plans as you do

when you opened your door to go see him,

there he was standing on your doorway with flowers on hand and a paper bag on the other

“hyuck?” “y/n?” you both say at the same time

hyuck notices your under eyes and instantly feels guilty over last night

you immediately hug him and burry your head in his chest. repeatedly saying “i’m sorry”

you feel his grip on you tighten, mumbling “i’m sorry too”

overall

hyuck would be the most patient person in the world when it comes to you

despite him not being used to the slow paced type of relationships,

he really made an effort to be with you and it turned out great

he’s got the most amazing girl in the world (for him) and he wouldn’t want it in any orher way

cause in the end, he knows all his sacrifices, efforts, and everything else,

is all worth it because of you

the end

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twicepinkmeup-imagines · 4 years

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Twice Reacts ; you reappearing after going missing for a year.

writer’s notes : this is my first request AND react so i’m pretty excited for this one so thank you for requesting this 🥰 also, i’ve decided to make Y/N forget who some of the girls were so that there’s a bit of cliffhanger going on SO PLS ENJOY 😘

warning : angst, angst, angst baby

tips : you know the drill bebies, music in the background while reading is the best way to go 🥴 i actually listened to an instrumental from a korean drama i watched recently, and it actually suits the reactions really well! the title of the song is ‘Long Lust Love’ by Jung Se Rin from the tv show, Signal. so if you’re keen, give it a listen while reading this! ❤️

xoxo

Nayeon

“When was the last time you ate?”

Nayeon shrugged at her best friend’s question, looking longingly outside of the dorm window as she silently muttered, “I’m not hungry.”

Jihyo sighed while shaking her head as she pointed out, “Unnie, you have to eat something - this behavior isn’t healthy!”

However, the oldest member simply ignored the pleas of the younger member as she continued to look out of the window. It was nothing special but she could see the narrow street down below and for some reason - it was one of the only things that could keep her calm, ever since her girlfriend disappeared a year ago.

Standing up by the window, Nayeon abruptly grabbed her face mask, her phone and her bag before she suddenly left the dorm. As to why she did it, Nayeon didn’t really understand it herself because she just felt like she needed to do it.

Switching off her phone so her members can’t disturb her, the Twice member walked around the nearby park and took a deep breath as the smell of freshly cut grass, flood her nose. With that said, Nayeon had an unexpected rush of memories as she remembered how her ‘missing’ girlfriend, would despise the spring season because it usually triggers her sinus allergies.

The girl then sighed as she looked around the entire park, smiling at the sounds of kids laughing and the sight of older couples just sitting at the benches, talking within their own world. She craved that sense of normalcy in her life, and the feeling of having her own kids one day but she knew that there was so many obstacles that she still had to overcome in order to have the life she wants.

After what felt like hours, Nayeon took a quick glance at her watch and realized that it was probably best for her to head home. Even though she cherished her alone time, she didn’t want to worry her bandmates too much. Having said that, on the way home, the Twice member had a sense that someone was following her. She didn’t want to acknowledge it but slowly, it became too blatant to ignore. As soon as she reached an area where there was a few people around her and the city lights were a little bit brighter, Nayeon halted her movements and turned around quickly. Her eyes quickly landed on a person who was sporting a baseball cap and a face mask but the moment she took notice of the stranger’s eyes, she didn’t hesitate.

“What are you doing here?”

With Nayeon’s direct question, the stranger chuckled in amusement and joked, “I haven’t seen you for a year and this is what I get in greeting?”

The Twice member scoffed in disbelief as she pointed out, “You were the one who disappeared for a year, Y/N; you told all of us that this was for the sake of our safety but you could’ve at least mentioned that it was for a God damn year!”

Her girlfriend sighed and nodded defeatedly as she revealed, “I wasn’t expecting it to be this long either but Josh and his family... they’ve got trackers on me wherever I go. The only time I managed to hide my tracks, was when I disappeared from the face of the Earth which was exactly a year ago.”

“Y/N, if I had known that it was going to be this bad, I should’ve just filed another restraining order against him.” Nayeon huffed out before she added, “But you left me with no calls, no text and no letters! Absolutely zero! You completely left me in the dark and while you were out there, probably happy that-“

“Wait, wait, wait- you thought that I was happy?” Y/N asked in disbelief as her brows furrowed, “You really think that I’d rather be away from the love of my life and keep being on the run? Nayeon, I’m doing this for you! For us! For our future!” She reminded as she quickly added, “So, don’t you ever think that I didn’t want to come home to you because for the past 365 days- that’s all I’ve been wanting to do.”

“Then come home,” Nayeon pleaded softly as she placed her hands on Y/N’s chest before adding, “Baby, let’s just stop all of this; we can just go the cops and settle it, once and for all.” She said as she leaned forward and added, “Let’s just go back to how it used to be-“

But right before Nayeon could even finish her sentence, Y/N’s phone rang and her eyes widened in fear as she looked around her in slight panic. The Twice member could only observe Y/N in worry as her girlfriend looked at her once again and hurriedly said, “I need to leave; you’re not safe here,” She revealed before Y/N quickly placed a rushed kiss on Nayeon’s forehead while mumbling, “I love you, Im Nayeon; I’ll come home soon, okay?”

Silent tears had finally left the corners of Nayeon’s eyes as her gaze stayed on the retreating back of her girlfriend before she whispered to the cold and silent air, “How soon is soon, Y/N-ah?”

Jeongyeon

“Why are you so hard to find?”

Jeongyeon sighed in frustration as she looked at the pile of papers on her table. She’s been looking for her missing girlfriend for the past year but to no avail, she keeps coming up empty handed.

Meticulous and organized as a person, Jeongyeon picked up the papers where her girlfriend’s last location was spotted and it was near the grocery store that they’ve always shopped their groceries at.

The blonde hair girl knew something was wrong as soon as the clock struck two in the morning because Y/N has never been out that late without a proper explanation.

Explaining to the cops was a challenge in itself. They kept telling Jeongyeon that her girlfriend must’ve ran away or got drunk but Y/N would never do that to her. Not her girlfriend. Not her Y/N.

Out of the blue, Jeongyeon’s phone rang and she immediately answered it as she greeted, “Hello?”

“Good evening, is this Miss Yoo Jeongyeon?”

“Yes, this is her?”

“Do you know a Miss Y/N Y/L/N by any chance, miss?”

The blonde widened her eyes in surprise as she stammered, “Y-Yes, I do... What about Miss Y/N, officer?”

“Jeongyeon-ssi, someone found her sleeping by the grocery store this morning when a civilian called us. It was kind of odd though- she seemed clean and healthy but you were the last person who she called on her phone. You can come pick her up at the Yongsan station, miss.”

“Yes, okay, I’ll be there soon; thank you, officer.” Jeongyeon announced before she hurriedly grabbed her things and left the apartment.

She couldn’t believe it. After 12 long and torturous months, her girlfriend was finally found but it was so weird how Y/N’s phone was still dated to the day she went missing.

Arriving at the police station, Jeongyeon quickly made her way inside and directly to the assistance counter as she said, “Hi, I’m Yoo Jeongyeon and I was called about someone named Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Oh yes, she’s waiting for you in the interrogation room, miss; let me take you to her.”

The blonde then followed the police officer before he led them into a small room in the back of the police station as he swung the door open.

Then there she was. Her girlfriend - alive and breathing.

Jeongyeon’s initial reaction was to hug her girlfriend, after having to miss her presence for the past 365 days but as soon as she took notice on how clean and tidy her girlfriend really was, she was unbelievably confused.

Walking towards her girlfriend, who for some reason was timid and quiet, Jeongyeon gently asked, “Y/N? Where have you been?? We’ve been looking for you for the past year!”

Her girlfriend however, furrowed her brows and took a step back as she cleared her throat and quietly asked, “I’m sorry, Miss.. but who are you?”

“What do you mean?? It’s me! Your girlfriend!”

“I’m sorry but I think you’ve mistaken me for another person, miss... I-I don’t know who you are.”

“Y/N, it’s me! Jeongyeon! Yoo Jeongyeon! We’ve been dating for 3 years!”

“I’m really sorry for disappointing you, miss but..” The girl said before she suddenly raised her left hand and the most blatant silver ring was on her ring finger as she revealed, “.... but, I’m married.”

Momo

“It’s the one year anniversary today.”

Momo announced sadly to her best friends as she ate dinner with them at a nearby restaurant. She kept her head down and fiddled with her hands as the thought of her missing girlfriend still ached her badly.

“Momo-ya, we’ll find the answers soon.”

“How?? Even the police officers gave up! After a day, Jeongyeon - a day!”

The eight girls sighed and nodded their heads, knowing very well that Momo was still frustrated over the disappearance of her girlfriend. For them, they just knew that who in this world, wouldn’t be frustrated if their partner went missing for 12 months?

Sitting next to the quiet girl, Jihyo took Momo’s hand and reassured gently, “We’ll find out something, I’m sure of it.”

The Japanese girl simply nodded as a response while they continued to eat. At the same time, new customers came in and considering it was the weekend, they were rather loud and disruptive.

“Let’s drink!!” One yelled, followed with another howl of cheers as they were guided to a table nearby the girls.

To be quite honest, Jihyo really disliked the sudden chaos in the restaurant but the moment she laid eyes on table, she couldn’t believe what she saw.

Nudging Nayeon who was next to her, she whispered, “Ya, look at the table that just came in.”

Nayeon then furrowed her brows but did it anyway, not realizing that Momo was curious as to what they were looking at and Jihyo wasn’t really ready for Momo to look yet.

“Momo, don’t-“

“What is it?” Momo asked before she turned her head around and gasped as she stood up from her seat and completely faced the said table.

With Momo walking towards the table, the guests at the table was still talking within themselves before one of them realized Momo’s presence. Looking up, he asked her, “Yes, miss?”

However, Momo’s eyes were locked on her ‘missing’ girlfriend as she stammered out, “Y/N...”

The girl then looked at Momo with creased brows as she stood up and bowed before chuckling awkwardly, “Sorry miss... but I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

“No, you’re Y/N! You’re my girlfriend!”

Looking at the Japanese girl with surprise, the girl shook her head repeatedly while saying, “N-No miss, I’m not sure how you know who I am but I’m definitely not your girlfriend; I’m not Y/N.”

Jihyo then made her way to her best friend before she held Momo by the shoulders and urged, “Momo-ya, let’s go home-“

“No! This is Y/N!” Momo said determinedly as she shrugged Jihyo’s hands harshly off of her before she exclaimed, “Ya! Did you know that all of us have been looking for you for the past year?! Where have you been?!”

Sighing, the girl kept urging, “Sorry miss but I really think you’ve mistaken me for someone else-“

“Heeyeon-ah, sit down.”

Momo then shifted her gaze to the man next to her girlfriend, who was now looking at her with a threatening glare as the Japanese girl boldly asked, “Excuse me but who are you?”

The man then stood up as he pushed Momo’s ‘girlfriend’ down onto the seat before he made her way towards the girls and whispered, “She said she isn’t Y/N, right? Why are you bothering our Heeyeon?”

To say she was confused, was an understatement as Jihyo pulled Momo away while apologizing repeatedly as the Japanese girl shrugged Jihyo off once again before she faced the man and exclaimed, “I’ll find out who you are, just wait and see.”

“For what cost? Our Heeyeon doesn’t know-“

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N and she’s my girlfriend - and I’m getting her back.”

Sana

“Please officer, it’s already been a year!”

The police officer sighed as he ran his fingers through his hand and explained, “Sana-ssi, it is not in my power to reopen the case anymore,” He revealed before quickly continuing, “Your girlfriend’s tracks went cold and we have absolutely nothing to work with-“

“What about her location?? Didn’t you guys manage to get her last location??”

“Yes miss, but that place has been checked by one of our officers already - we even checked it twice!”

Sana sighed in frustration before she pointed out, “Officer, you guys checked it twice and completely closed the case soon after! That’s not fair at all-“

“Miss, the only reason why we closed the case that quickly was because we had no absolute leads,” He explained before he added, “Please, if we get any update regarding your girlfriend, you will be informed immediately.”

Sana scoffed in disbelief before she turned around and walked away while muttering, “Looks like I’ll be waiting another year then.”

As Sana left the police station, one of the other officers came up to officer who spoke to Sana and asked, “How long can we keep hiding this from the public?”

The man sighed and shook his head while revealing, “We’re to do as we’re told, rookie; it’s just better this way.”

On her way home, Sana was angry and frustrated at the entire situation and herself. In her belief, if she had worked a little bit harder a year ago, she wouldn’t be in this situation right now. If she had just done a little bit more digging, she wouldn’t be this angry or frustrated.

By impulse, Sana then decided to stop by a GS-25 convenience store and was suddenly craving for snacks and a can of cider. The Japanese scoffed bitterly at herself as she knew if her girlfriend was here with her by now, she would not believe that Sana would buy a can of cider for herself.

Upon purchasing her snacks and her cider, Sana kept her gaze down before she quickly paid and left the store so she could continue her digging on her missing girlfriend.

As the sound of the bells from entrance door fill the air, Sana kept her head down but her steps was suddenly halted by a familiar scent that she hasn’t smelled in the past year. Instinctively turning around, she was met with a hooded stranger, dressed all in black as the Japanese’s heartrate begin to increase rapidly.

“You’re not going to find her - just let her go. It’s for your safety.”

“I-I’m sorry but.... W-Who are you?” Sana stammered as she took subconscious steps away from the hooded stranger.

Well, that was until the stranger removed the hood from their head and with that, Sana couldn’t believe her eyes and kept telling herself that this must be a dream - right?

“.... Y/N?” The Japanese whispered, her eyes teary as she thoroughly looks at her ‘missing’ girlfriend and was honestly confused because she actually looked healthy and well-taken care of. Suddenly reassured that she was with her girlfriend, Sana took a few steps closer to her girlfriend while saying, “Oh my God baby, is that really you?? Where have you been??”

The girl took steps back as she tried to keep a distance between Sana and herself before she muttered out, “Please - just forget about Y/N and let her go.”

Sana furrowed her brows in confusion and said in frustration, “What are you talking about?! You’re right here!” She pointed out before taking a few more steps closer while saying, “Come on, let me take you home and-“

“Sana!” The girl exasperated as she took more steps back, before she continued, “Please... I beg of you. Let Y/N go. I need- ...Y/N needs you to be safe so please; let her go.”

With that said, Sana watched the girl who she recognized as her ‘missing’ girlfriend, put on her hoodie once again before she turned around and ran away - leaving the Japanese with so many unanswered questions.

Jihyo

“Did you get another present?”

Jihyo nodded with a small sigh as she placed the gift on the table before looking at Nayeon and said, “Yeah... At this point, I’m starting to wonder if it means anything.”

“Honestly, I’m more scared that it’s placed at our dorm building entrance; Jihyo-ya, what if it’s a stalker?”

“That gives me gifts on the date that Y/N and I celebrated our montly anniversary on?” The Twice leader pointed out before shaking her head while saying, “I don’t think so; there’s gotta be more to this.”

Nayeon sighed and felt sorry for her best friend as she made her way to the girl and gently said, “Don’t you think you’re overthinking this?”

Jihyo looked at the older girl, her eyes sad and dull as she softly admitted, “Unnie, I can’t give up on her- not yet.”

The older girl nodded sympathetically as she left the room, leaving Jihyo alone to her thoughts. Till this day, she still can’t understand how or why her girlfriend went missing. After all, the last time she saw her girlfriend was after they spent their last night together at the dorm.

But every month since the disappearance, on the date where they usually celebrate their monthly anniversary, a gift was always dropped off at their dorm building. Truth be told, the first few times creeped Jihyo out but after she noticed the dates on which the gifts were left - she started to wonder what if.

However, she knew that she couldn’t do much until the next monthly anniversary so a month after the last gift she received, Jihyo had decided to hide nearby the entrance door of their dorm building. Thanking the Gods that it was spring instead of winter, Jihyo kept an eye out for anyone suspicious.

She waited and waited, for what felt like hours but the moment the clock struck 21:29 on her phone, someone appeared.

Dressed in a long black coat with a baseball cap covering their hair, Jihyo didn’t hesitate and ran towards the stranger while yelling out, “Excuse me!”

The stranger turned their head towards Jihyo and gasped silently before they themselves ran away, managing to place the gift at the usual spot, before Jihyo yelled out once again, “Please! I need to ask you something!”

That didn’t help the Twice leader in any way as the stranger kept running away but Jihyo, thanking the Lords that she’s been following Chaeyoung running at the tracks- pushed herself and kept running after the stranger.

When Jihyo saw the opportunity to grab the stranger by the arm, she immediately held onto the arm, halted both of their movements before she finally landed her sight on the stranger’s face who was now looking at the Twice leader with worry and a slight fear.

“Y/N...” Jihyo whispered out, her voice full of emotions as she breathed out, “Y-You’re here - you’re alive... H-how-“

Her ‘missing’ girlfriend then looked at her with teary eyes as she whispered, “Jihyo..” She then gently pried Jihyo’s hands off of her arm while she pleaded, “Please.. let me go.”

Jihyo then retightened her grip before questioning, “No. I have been looking for you for the past year and I deserve answers-“

“Please Jihyo, now is not a good time-“

“No!” The leader exclaimed tearfully as she quickly continued, “If this is the only time I get to get answers, then I’m going to get them!”

“Jihyo-ya..”

“Y/N, please..” Jihyo silently sobbed out as she took a step closer before whispering, “You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this day.”

Y/N looked at the Twice leader and she felt sad and lost. Of course she missed her girlfriend - she just had to go missing for a year without any explanation.

Leaning towards Jihyo’s ear, Y/N whispered, “He’s watching me,” She revealed before she quickly added, “Go home and open the gift I just dropped off; it will tell you something.”

And just like that, Y/N shrugged off Jihyo’s hands off of her and ran away - only this time, the leader stayed. Flooded with questions, Jihyo ran back to her dorm and stopped at the entrance as her gaze landed on the gift by the door. Inspecting closely, Jihyo’s breath hitched as she saw a hidden message on the box.

“He watched us when we had our first argument at the park - go there but don’t go alone.”

Mina

Mina was naturally a quiet person.

Which meant that it wasn’t weird to anyone if Mina was quiet or not as talkative as the others but people did notice that the singer was extra quiet before a performance; especially if it’s a special sub-unit stage.

Today was the D-Day for her ballerina performance with Momo and she couldn’t afford any distraction. This was the first time she was performing in Korea after her much needed hiatus from her girlfriend’s disappearance and she refused to mess it up.

However, she was slightly relieved that this was only a pre-recording session and that she didn’t need to worry about messing up in front of her fans. So then, when it came time to performing on stage, Mina waited with Momo for their names to be called.

“Are you nervous?”

Mina looked at her best friend and forced a smile on her lips as she nodded while saying, “Like the usual.”

Momo looked at the penguin with sympathy as she replied, “Not about the performance, Mina-ya,” She started off before she softly pointed, “It’s the one year anniversary today, right?”

As soon as she heard that, Mina looked away and nodded timidly while softly saying, “I don’t really want to think about it right now.”

“Have you got any updates from the police station?”

“Other than the fact that the CCTV at the shop that she was last seen at, was suddenly erased? No - absolutely no updates.” Mina grumbled out before admitting, “I just hope she’s eating well and has a warm place to sleep at night.”

Momo sensed that her bandmate didn’t want to talk about it further so she simply nodded her head with a sympathetic smile and left Mina alone to think.

As their names were finally called, someone stood behind Mina and whispered, “Good luck - I know you’ll do well, Mitang.”

Obviously, this surprised Mina as she gasped silently and turned her head instinctively at the sound of her rare nickname that she knew, only a few used. Her eyes wide and her breath hitched, Mina whispered, “.... Y-Y/N?”

But unfortunately, her manager gently pushed her towards the stage while her eyes was locked on her ‘missing’ girlfriend who disguised herself as one of the backstage crew members.

Y/N smiled sadly as she kept her eyes on her ballerina girlfriend who she missed dearly. She could see Mina’s eyes gloss up slightly as she returned a sad but relieved smiled before the both of them broke eye contact the moment the music started playing.

“Are you going to tell me when this is all gonna end?” The Twice manager asked as he maintained his gaze on the girls as he added, “I can’t keep hiding this forever, you know? Mina and the girls are going to find out eventually.”

Y/N sighed and softly said, “Not now. I can’t risk it yet. If certain people find out that I’m alive, the girls are in danger and I can’t risk that.”

“We can help you, just tell us what to do-“

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. There’s a reason why I’m doing this and I wish I could tell you why but I can’t.”

“Y/N-“

“I have to leave now. If Mina mentions seeing me, just question her until she doubts it.”

“Then why show up today? You know this performance was a big deal for her so why distract her? Why give her hope?”

Y/N then looked at the man next to her, a small but sad smile on her lips as she admitted, “I’m still human, oppa. You have no idea how much I’ve missed her.”

The Twice manager then nodded slightly but as he was about to face the girl, she was no longer there. No trace of her whatsoever.

Whispering to himself, the man breathed out, “I hope all of this is over soon, Y/N-ah.”

Dahyun

Exams season was an absolute nightmare. Including the fact that this was the one year anniversary of her missing girlfriend, didn’t help it either.

Dahyun finally took some time off from her busy schedules and set it aside for her study sessions but with the particular date repeating over and over again in her head, she was starting to think that maybe she can’t study after all.

Thankfully, being at the local library gave her some space to breathe and with no loud distractions, she figured that maybe she just needed some time to herself.

Thinking back at it, Dahyun never really found out why or how her girlfriend went missing. It was honestly a mystery to her and to the people around them. All she knew was that she was at the dorm when her girlfriend’s best friend called her and asked if she had seen Y/N the whole day.

But the thing is, Dahyun herself was waiting for a response from her girlfriend as she tried to call and text her since the night before. Thinking that maybe her girlfriend had spent the night by going out drinking with her groups of friends, Dahyun brushed her initial worry aside and just waited for a reply back - but she never got one.

Reading the same sentence repeatedly, the fair-skinned girl sighed and pushed her books away as she needed to reorganize her thoughts. She didn’t enjoy her current state; it made her jittery and anxious all day long. It’s crazy to her how she’s managed to handle this for the past year.

Taking a deep breath and releasing a shaky one, Dahyun grabbed her books once again, before she tried reading the prior paragraph one more time. Just when she thought she had progress, someone took a seat in front of her but Dahyun didn’t want to break the chain of concentration in her and remained her gaze on the book; .... that was until the stranger talked.

“You’re as beautiful as the last time I saw you - maybe even more if that’s possible.”

At the sound of the familiar voice, Dahyun immediately looked up and connected her gaze with her ‘missing’ girlfriend before she gasped silently while covering her mouth and her eyes began to tear up in complete disbelief.

The ‘missing’ girl chuckled sadly as she offered a small smile while saying, “It’s been a while, Dahyunie.”

A tear finally left Dahyun’s eyes as she softly asked, “Is that really you? Are you really right in front of me right now?” For a response, her girlfriend then nodded before the fair-skinned girl continued asking, “Where have you been? Are you okay? Are you hurt??”

Her girlfriend shook her head before reassuring, “I’m fine, I’m not hurt anywhere but I can’t stay for too long, Dahyun-ah; I just needed to tell you something.”

“What do you mean?? Y/N, you’re here and you’re alive! We have to let people know-“

“No Dahyun, you can’t,” The girl intervened, her voice shaky and soft as she added, “Just- just give me a few more months and this’ll all make sense but please... I beg of you; don’t tell anyone that you saw me today.”

“Y/N, you’re starting to scare me..” Dahyun admitted as she grabbed her girlfriend’s hands instinctively before adding, “Let me just take you home and you can explain to me there-“

Y/N then shrugged Dahyun’s hands off of her while she said, “I can’t. If I do that, all of this will go to waste and I end up putting you and the girls at risk.”

Frustrated at the entire situation, the fair-skinned girl sighed and questioned, “Then why are you here?? Why give me hope when I was just starting to live my life the way that it was before?”

“Because I needed to let you see that I was okay,” Y/N whispered, a wistful smile forming on her lips once again as she added, “Baby, I just need you to forget about me until I’m ready to tell you the entire story.”

Wincing at the sound of the familiar nickname, Dahyun sobbed silently as she shook her head and quietly cried out, “Y-You can’t do this to me... I have been waiting for you, crying for you and looking for you but now that I’ve found you.. you’re asking me to forget about you?? No, no- that’s not right, Y/N-ah...”

Standing up, Y/N leaned over the table as she placed a chaste kiss on Dahyun’s forehead before she whispered, “Just give me another 6 months and you’ll understand why.”

The fair-skinned girl shut her eyes at the contact as she released a shaky breath, trying to hold onto the moment a little bit longer; the same moment that she’s been missing for the past year.

Then all of a sudden, the warmth was gone - just like that.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung doesn’t know why she’s doing this. It was just out of the complete blue and she still couldn’t understand her own actions. The only thing she knows is that, she’s been doing this ever since the disappearance of her girlfriend- which was a year ago.

Probably explains why she’s just walking around the neighbourhood alone right now, mid-winter in the middle of the night. She knows that she does this sometimes but never during winter. She usually does this when she needs to think on her own or maybe she just felt like she needs to just.... walk.

That being said, she doesn’t usually get scared of walking alone but something told her tonight was a little bit different. She felt something was off but she can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.

The dark alleys did creep her out a bit and she usually just walks a little bit faster than the usual but tonight, things were different.

Chaeyoung instinctively raised her head and her eyes landed on a shadow by the alley, which was clear to anyone that it was obviously another human being. Now, for most of the time, Chaeyoung would simply call an ambulance or a random stranger to help but for some odd reason, she knew she should check it out herself.

There was loud sounds of breathing from the shadow, and it looked like they were sitting against the wall. Their breathing sounded ragged and it created a slight whistling sound.

Taking small steps towards the shadow, Chaeyoung spoke up and softly asked, “Hello? Are you hurt? Do you need any help?”

The shadow simply stood up, walked towards Chaeyoung who was now frozen in her steps as her heart began to race rapidly. Thankfully, the spot that Chaeyoung was standing on, had a dim light above her and the short-haired girl felt that it was probably safer to stay here than to move forward.

As the distance became smaller and smaller, the light shined slightly on the shadow’s face and that made Chaeyoung gasp in surprise as she unconsciously took a few steps back.

“W-What the hell?” The short haired girl stammered out as she covered her mouth in disbelief before she stuttered, “T-This can’t be real- this cannot be-“

“.... Hi, Chaeyoungie.” The shadow huffed out as they moved slowly towards the light, her face becoming more and more apparent as the minute passes.

The short-haired girl couldn’t believe her eyes, she really couldn’t. It was as if this was a scene from a movie or an excerpt from a book because right now, this could not be real - at least to Chaeyoung that is.

However, when she finally processed that it was her ‘missing’ girlfriend who is currently injured with bruises on both her lips and cheeks, she immediately went to help her and wrapped an arm around her girlfriend’s waist before she led them to a nearby bench where it was out of the dark alley.

“You’re injured, you’ve been missing for a year and you simply say hi??” Chaeyoung exasperated before she added, “I knew something was gonna be weird tonight.”

Her girlfriend chuckled in amusement as she heaved, “I’m surprised that you’re not mad at me right now-“

“No, I am mad,” Chaeyoung admitted through a huff as she tightened her grip around her girlfriend’s waist before she quickly continued, “If you weren’t injured right now, you would hear the lecture of a lifetime; also, what happened to you?!”

The both of them reached the bench and Chaeyoung assisted her girlfriend gently to take a seat as the cold breeze of the air, gave the couple some air to breathe in relief while the injured girl heaved, “I can’t tell you right now, Chaengie.”

With the sudden use of her familiar nickname, Chaeyoung was both frustrated and sad as she exclaimed, “You can’t tell me?? Y/N, you’ve been missing for a year and the moment I finally see you alive, no less, you’re injured for heaven’s sake!” She exasperated before continued, “You look like you nearly died!”

Y/N then gently held the short-haired girl’s hand and tugged it before they made an affectionate eye contact while she softly chirped, “I’m breathing, aren’t I? That’s all that matters, babe-“

“Barely breathing, Y/N; barely,” Chaeyoung reminded before she kneeled in front of her girlfriend, held both of her hands and pleaded, “Please... let me take you home, get you cleaned up and then tell me why you’ve been missing for a God damn year.”

The injured girl removed one of her hands from her girlfriend’s grip as she cupped Chaeyoung’s jaw and caressed it with nothing but warmth before she whispered regretfully, “.... I can’t, baby,” She wistfully admitted before adding, “Not if I want to keep you safe.”

“There she is!”

Both Y/N and Chaeyoung immediately turned their heads at the loud voice before the injured girl widen her eyes in realization and forced herself to stand up, much to Chaeyoung’s disapproval. As the injured girl grabbed her girlfriend by the shoulders, she hurriedly said, “Chaeyoung, go! Go home!”

The short-haired girl looked at her girlfriend with worry as she shook her head in disagreement while exclaiming, “No! I’m not leaving you-“

“Chaeyoung, go!” Y/N insisted, gently shoving Chaeyoung away from her as she begged, “Please, go somewhere safe! I’ll handle these men!”

Chaeyoung looked at her girlfriend with reluctance before she realized the group of men coming towards them and looked at Y/N once again who smiled sadly at her before she gently reassured, “I’ll find you again so just wait for me, Chaeyoung-ah... I’ll find you and we’ll be together again.”

This made the short-haired girl tear up as she croaked out, “Y/N...”

“I love you, Son Chaeyoung- don’t ever forget that,” The injured girl softly reminded before she glanced at the group of men who were getting nearer as she looked a Chaeyoung again and yelled, “Run, Chaeyoung! Go!”

Reluctantly, Chaeyoung turned around and ran as fast as she could while tears ran down her cheeks. Wiping them away furiously, the short-haired girl was now determined than ever that she was going to settle this once and for all.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu knew she was always good at archery but ever since the day her girlfriend disappeared, she always thought of her girlfriend whenever she played the bow and arrow- the same girlfriend who’s been missing for a year now.

With that said, she could never be the same ‘ace’ that she used to be and looking at her current score, it confirmed it.

“You’re distracted, Tzuyu-ah,” Her instructor pointed out as he quickly added, “Your arms are shaking and you’re aiming higher than the target itself- reorganize your thoughts and try again!”

The tall girl simply nodded and took a deep breath as she tried her best to gather her thoughts. She absolutely despises when she can’t do well on something and she knows that she has no one to blame but herself.

Her best friends, Dahyun and Chaeyoung, came up to her before the fair-skinned girl cheered, “Tzuyu-ah, don’t stress about this! You’re the ‘ace’!”

“That’s right, Tzuyu; just take a deep breath and realign your arrow.” Chaeyoung chimed in with a gentle smile.

Tzuyu nodded and released a shaky breath before she realigned her arrow as she tried again. While she was doing that, her two best friends watched her with sympathy before Chaeyoung spoke up and whispered, “It’s the one year anniversary today, right?”

Dahyun nodded and sighed before saying, “Yeah.. Also, Y/N has always been here for Tzuyu whenever it’s the Idol Star Athletic Championship because she knows Tzuyu is hard on herself when it came to archery.”

At the same time, Tzuyu internally groaned when her arrow had landed on a 3 rather than the 10 she anticipated. This was beyond frustrating for the tall girl and she was at the edge of giving up.

Excusing herself, Tzuyu forced a smile on her lips as she decided to calm herself down by sitting outside so she could atleast get a breath of fresh air. It truly surprised her how the cold breeze against her skin, could instantly calm her down.

Looking around, the tall girl recallled the memories of her girlfriend as they usually sat down together while Tzuyu took her break. Of course she was affected by the whole ordeal but life around her made her keep moving with no chance of stopping.

Tzuyu closed her eyes, finding a sense of calm by just sitting still and not having any loud distraction around her... until she felt a sudden warm body heat right next to her.

“.... You’re stressing out again,” The stranger said, their voice soft and gentle as they added, “I know this because you’re sitting alone and not playing with your phone.”

The tall girl immediately fluttered her eyes open at the sound of the familiar voice before she turned her head to the side and connected her gaze with the pair of eyes she’s been missing for the past year. Her breath hitched and naturally, her emotions got the best of her as her eyes glossed up and her lips quivered slightly.

A tear fell down Tzuyu’s cheek, as her lips formed a joyless smile while she shook her head and whispered, “That’s where you’re wrong..” She revealed as she continued quietly, “I’m stressed out because you’re- ...you weren’t here with me, Y/N-ah.”

Her ‘missing’ girlfriend then chuckled wistfully as she said, “I’m here now, Tzuyu-ah.”

“Yeah, but for how long?” The tall girl asked sadly as she reminded, “Because the last time you told me that you’ll see me soon... was a year ago.”

Y/N sighed and broke their eye contact as she silently said, “Give me a little bit more time; I’m nearly done with everything-“

“More time??” Tzuyu asked with slight disbelief as she fully turned her body towards her girlfriend before she added, “What if the next time I see you is in a body bag, Y/N?? Have you ever thought of that??”

“You agreed to this, Tzuyu-“

“I wouldn’t have if I had known that you’d be in this much danger, Y/N!” The tall girl exasperated as she quickly added, “You may be fine today but I am not risking that anymore so- end of discussion.”

Y/N grabbed her girlfriend’s hands before she reassured, “Babe, if I stop now, I put you and the girls at risk- do you understand that?” She emphasized before she added, “Tzuyu, I won’t allow that to happen-“

“Then ask someone else to help you!” The tall girl pleaded as she continued to say, “Please... if you care about me at all, then stop this- all of it!”

Right before Y/N could even reply, her phone rang and the supposedly ‘missing’ girl took her phone out of the pocket before she answered, “Hello?”

“We gotta leave,” The caller said as he hurriedly said, “They found our location and they’re onto us.”

Y/N groaned in frustration as she stood up and hissed, “How is that possible?! You told me that you’ve got the signal blocker on for the next few hours!”

“Y/N, they’ve got ‘her’ on their radar; if you want to keep her safe, we gotta go- now!”

The girl then looked at Tzuyu, who was looking back at her with worry, as Y/N sighed and agreed, “I’ll see you in five.” With that, Y/N put her phone away and looked at her girlfriend who was in complete disbelief.

This caused Tzuyu to stand in protest as she exclaimed, “No! You cannot do this to me again!” She challenged as she grabbed Y/N by the collar of her jacket before she repeatedly hit her girlfriend’s chest while saying, “Y-You cannot leave me all alone again!”

Y/N then took hold of Tzuyu’s angry hands before she halted the jabs while saying, “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I really am,” She apologized softly as she placed rushed kisses on the tall girl’s hands before she said, “I promise... I will see you soon, okay? I love you, Chou Tzuyu.”

The moment she said that, Y/N placed a rush but gentle kiss on her girlfriend’s forehead before she leaned near her ear and whispered, “I’ll come back to you; just wait for me.”

Tzuyu shut her eyes as she tried to hold onto the feeling of the warm lips on her skin, registering it in her memories so that she could have something to look forward to. But not even a moment later, the warm and familiar scent was gone and Tzuyu could feel the heartache repeating all over again.

She then fluttered her eyes open and it immediately landed on the retreating back of her girlfriend. Even though Tzuyu was angry with the entire situation, she was still human and all humans have their weaknesses. For her- it was love.

Taking a deep breath and releasing a shaky one, Tzuyu whispered to the cold breeze, “.... I love you too, you idiot.”

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