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hoodie-buck · 1 year

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it’s wedding season y’all 😌 thanks for the tags loves @swiftiediaz @monsterrae1 mwah 😘

thanks to everyone who’s tagged me in sss/ww/inspo saturday/tbt/ etc; i love you all! i can’t seem to catch a break lately, but i finally had some time to start something new, so here, have way more than 7 sentences from my new wip 💙

Hen played the video again, all of them tuning in.

“Ok, number two. Where was your first kiss?”

Eddie played the memory back in his mind, listening as Buck re-told it over the screen.

“Well, I made us a picnic and set it all up out on my balcony. Bobby had just taught me how to make his lasagna and I wanted to woo Eddie with it.”

The balcony? Bobby’s lasagna? That is so not the night of their first kiss.

Eddie looked to Buck with a frown, though his fiancé was just as caught up in the memory as the one on screen.

“I uh, really went all out and strung fairy lights all around, and lined the ground with pillows. We sat and ate, then drank the beers I didn’t really like but know Eddie loves, then we leaned together and gazed up at the stars.”

Eddie remembered the night perfectly; it just wasn’t the one that contained their first kiss. Buck had pointed out his favorite constellations to him, telling Eddie all about them, and how stars didn’t actually twinkle, that they only appeared to. Eddie knew more about space than he ever needed to thanks to Buck; he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“We were standing leaned against the balcony together, and we just turned toward each other, and Eddie said—well it was really sweet, and then our lips just sort of met in the middle.”

There were lots of ‘oohs and awws’ around them, Eddie melting a little at the memory himself. As they turned toward each other now, Eddie knew Buck remembered the words he’d uttered that night, Eddie whispering them back to him now.

“Your eyes twinkle brighter than all the stars above.”

As the clip ended, Hen looked to Eddie for conformation, Eddie shaking his head. He gave Buck’s fingers a squeeze before telling the real story of their first kiss.

“Sorry baby, but that’s not the correct answer.”

Buck furrowed his brows together, a few gasps escaping their friends. Hen and Chim shared one of those looks that always went over their heads, Maddie looking between the two of them curiously.

“The balcony date was actually our second date. Our first kiss happened after our first date.”

tagging: @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @justsmilestuffhappens @loveyourownsmiilee @onward--upward @honestlydarkprincess @panicatthediaz @masterminddiaz @prettyboybuckley @swiftiebuckleys @rogerzsteven @buddierights @daughterofbuddie @dickley-buddie

#buddie #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #seven sentece sunday #my wips #the wedding au #i’m excited for this one y’all

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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fuck it friday

its friday where i am so uh okay so big new au i'm working on reveal!! (first fic of 2023 woohoo) i'm posting a bit of so that y'all can hold me accountable and actually make me write it. a buddie mainly, but minor madney national treasure au:

The Canadian Arctic is a blinding, brilliant white that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Its sameness, however, is exactly what makes it so beautiful, snowflakes so perfect they sparkle under the noon sunlight. Buck can ignore the numbness in his fingers, the way he has to sniff every few seconds, the constant tremors in his muscles when this is the view.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He shouts over the roar of the ATV's engine.

"Do you know what's really beautiful?" Chimney asks from the backseat. "Central heating."

Buck rolls his eyes and glances over at Taylor hunched into the passenger seat, her red hair tucked into a similarly red beanie, tucked in turn under the hood of her red coat. She rolls her eyes right back at him.

"I was thinking about Henson and Peary crossing this kind of terrain with just dog sleds and their own legs." Buck refocuses on the snow in front of him at a worrying cranking noise. "Did you know that Henson wasn't just the first African-American man to stand on top of the world, but the first man period? He was a cabin boy on a sailing ship, then a shop clerk for a furrier in Washington which is when Peary found him and hired him as an assistant."

"Fascinating." Taylor says blankly, the same tone of voice she uses whenever one of his infodumps exceeds her patience. "Are we getting any closer?"

"Well, assuming Buck's theory is correct, and my tracking model is accurate—which it is, although I prefer the term impeccable—we should be getting very close." Chimney sighs, head still buried in his laptop, world-weary. "But don't go by me. I broke a shoelace this morning."

Taylor frowns at him and Buck can only shake his head.

"Its a bad omen." He explains. One of the millions of bad omens Chimney seems to find everywhere.

"Shall we turn around and go home?" Taylor asks, a mischievous smile on her red lips.

"Or we could just pull over and throw him out here." Buck suggests with a grin.

"Ha-ha." Chim deadpans.

"You aren't missing that windowless cubicle I found you in, are you, Chim?" Buck remembers the day he pulled Chim from the tedious clutches of an IT company fondly. It was the day he found an annoying older brother to call his own.

"I miss it every time you open your big mouth." He grumbles just as his laptop begins to beep. "Stop. Stop! Right here!"

tagging @diazly for the ian-taylor inspo but please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this fic and alll its updates!!

#sami rambles #okay i'm like a couple of thousand words in and i already love this au sooooo much #911 fic #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic #my fic #my writing

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significantfoliage · 2 years

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911 S2 E8

- ONLY TIME IVE LOVED THE BYSTANDERS 🤣🤣🤣🤣 them fucking cheering when the woman parted the robe, AmAzing

- and the fucking husband is on the road, I'm. I'm obsessed.

- AND she has a gun

- Athena and Cap doubting Buck but doing nothing to stop him is a Delight

- Norman kinda looks like a Guy Fieri and Santa Clause fusion. Which is too bad for Lola cause that's a look I immediately give credit to lol

- HELL YEAH NORMAN PLAY THAT SONG!!!

- this is such a stupid and wild scenario, so glad to have it and having the spectators cheering. She's gotta be charged with. Something. But what a time.

- DUXK YEAH ITS MICHAEL'S BOYFRIEND TIME

- jfdhsdhdh HES LIVING ON CHIM'S COUCH 🤣🤣🤣 Chim truly is my favorite

- he's just Such A Himbo, I love him So Much

- BUCK DOESNT KNOW HIS SISTER IS DATING TBE GUY WHOS COUCH HES SURFING

- ah, so this episodes theme is awkward relationship convos. Makes me nervous for Eddie's bit, if there is one

- Athena is pressing the assault charge because she likes and is protective of Buck. He's like a puppy.

- damn there's. Just no good topic for this dinner.

- Michael has consistently good taste, Glenn is Amazing

- CHIMNEY DOING FUCKING KARAOKE WITH MADDIE IM OBSESSED

- fuck I can't tell with the lighting, please tell me that wasn't the news reporter

- FUCK it is

- man I hope this doesn't pull Buck back to Buck 1.0. I genuinely really enjoyed his glow up from dating Abby

- this cashier is amazing, can Buck date her instead??? I think she deserves a hot boyfriend

- well at least she's finding love or at least affection. But my point stands.

- I don't like reporter lady but I do respect her chasing what she wants

- Buck learning about major problems and disasters during his personal time never doesn't crack me up

- you know, for some reason I always thought the jaws of life were a saw? No idea why, glad to learn about it

- hell yeah, another "just bring the whole situation to the hospital and let Them figure it out"

- oh NVM, the tow truck was just used to loosen shit up

- lol okay sure wedding vows inspo. As if Buck wasn't yanking stuff apart on the airplane wreckage with tows.

- the Chim & Maddie & Buck comedy shows is spectacular

- Buckette 1.0 is all I'm calling reporter lady now XD

- lolllll everyone telling Buck he's single and then Buck telling them they're dating. This is the only dynamic forever.

- please don't make me sad about these old gays 🥺 please don't hurt them 911 writers 🥺

- okay they made me sad but in a like. They're so good way 🥺

- FUCK MY INTERNET FOR GOING OUT MID MONTAGE

- oh jeez I don't want to unpause and watch this Jeep roll over this old man

- how does Buck always end up talking to the people? I like it and think he does alright but Cap and other clearly don't have full confidence so how does it keep happening?

- also just. Bruh he really fucking died bro 😭

- ARE YOU SHITTING ME, Buck literally says he wish he could find love like this gay couple??? WILD

- are they really gonna have Thomas go out with his husband?? OOF

-.....also who's gonna inherit their shit cause these guys were Super Rich

- also also they better donate that scrap book, that's a super cool timeline of queer history

- deadass who is Buck meeting for coffee???? I do not recognize her, though I'm bad at recognizing most people

- OHHHH it's the architect who got sexually harassed by her employer. How'd she get Buck's number?

- and my required narration lament. You know, they're written annoyingly but also I don't like Maddie's delivery that much either. Which is funny cause I really liked her singing voice.

#911 #911 fox #signi watches

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irdeadite · 4 years

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I am your nightmares, true scares That dream when you can't stop from falling Can't fight, can't run Can't stop the person you've become

The Decrepit/Decaying Man is a figment only James can see and hear. This figure torments him endlessly and has been doing so since James was a teen.He is an amalgamation of all James's torment, guilt, rage and bottled, negative emotions as well as his intrusive thoughts. He first started appearing after James's first attempt at suicide as a cruel voice within his mind, but soon, as James aged The Decrepit/Decaying Man started to appear, as a shadow person, only visible out of James's peripheral. It was only then as James's mental illness progressed and worsened, did the Man grow a true appearance; A corpse like doppelganger of his Host.

This is who Chimney was before he corrupted James entirely.

#the decrepit/decaying man #james inspo #chim inspo #deady's art #horror #art #artists on tumblr #looks like turd but whatever i guess

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kuwentista · 4 years

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Jimin&Jungkook in Break The Silence: Docu-Series Trailer

#jikook #kookmin #break the silence #break the silence: docu-series #{ jikook }#{ my edits }#{ bangtan }#{ park ji-min }#{ jeon jeong-guk }#{ chim: gifs }#{ jungkook: gifs }#brotp tag #{ museinspo }#{ inspo: couple }#500 #1k

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-outofcontext- · 4 years

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The Surprising Power of a Good Dumpling #OutOfContext

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hui-98 · 7 years

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🌼 october second week [9 - 15.10.2017] 🌼

this week was the definition of boring. stayed at home basically the whole week. and next week uni sem 3 starts again. hope i pass everything! i crinkled my page trying to rub out things TT^TT

also HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET CHIM CHIM 💕🎉🎉 please stay happy and healthy. i just wanna give you a great big hug💕

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studyessie · 7 years

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100 Days of Productivity

Day 07/100

Here is last week’s spread! I wanted to incorporate a couple of things I haven’t before like pictures and quick sketches! In other news, tomorrow I’m getting a Luechtturm 1917 grid notebook! I got it for school but do expect more bujo spreads since I’ll be getting everything ready for the school year! Of course I had to add my favorite mochi, Jimin in this spread!

Are any of you guys into kpop? Let me know if you are and who your ult bias is! (and who that bias wrecker is;))

Also, maker sure to check out my Back to School series of masterposts here!

Supplies Used:

Staedtler Fineliner

Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pen

Crayola Supertips

Uni-ball Gold Gel Pen

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biboybuckley · 2 years

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Ficlet prompt: " I love the way you say my name' if it sparks joy/inspo

answering two in one cause this has been sitting in my inbox for so long i'm so sorry dear nonny i simply was brain empty

Anonymous asked: "Can I give you a hug? You look upset." For the 101 ways to say i love you prompt list <3

Buck feels numb.

His hands are still shaking, clenched tight in his lap as he tries to make sure no one notices. He’s in the locker room, more or less hiding. He doesn’t want anyone to see how deeply that affected him. He’s supposed to be able to just shake this stuff off.

He usually does.

Put it away and we save the next one.

Buck said that to Eddie once. He’s said it to himself countless times. But this time, it doesn’t work. His hands still shake, his breaths are still shaking, his throat is still tight, his eyes still sting with unshed tears. Because this time, all he could think was what do we tell her kids?

How do you tell a child that their parent is gone? How do you tell them that they’re never going to get another hug hello, another kiss goodnight, another story before bed?

Chim said to let the father do that. It hit Buck like a ton of bricks. Because when Eddie was in a similar position, Buck was the one to tell Chris. Not Pepa, not Abuela, not Bobby. Not family nor Eddie’s superiors. It was Buck.

Buck had to look Chris in the eyes and tell him that his father wasn’t coming home that night, that he might not come back at all. That he was hurt, that someone had hurt him on purpose. That he might not be okay. That he was a fighter. That they were trying to fix Eddie like they had fixed Buck.

Buck had to hold Chris as they both cried.

Buck had to stay with Chris while his real father recovered from a gunshot wound that in all likelihood should have been fatal.

No- Buck didn’t have to. He chose to. It wasn’t even conscious- it was just a given. Eddie was hurt and Buck was going to take care of Chris.

They’re gonna need their dad. That’s what Chim said. Those are the words ringing in Buck’s ears.

I need to talk to Christopher. It was Buck’s first thought once Eddie was out of his hands, literally.

It’s not like Buck’s never thought of it before; he acts like a second father to Chris. He’s sometimes even taken to thinking of the kid as his, too. Privately, of course. That’s not a boundary he wants to officially cross, not a line he wants to overstep. But still…

“Buck.” Bobby saying his name snaps Buck out of his thoughts and he looks up from his still-shaking hands, blinking a few times.

“Hey Cap, what’s up?” His voice is rougher, rawer than he’d like. He clears his throat and stands up, waiting for Bobby.

“I called Eddie to come pick you up.”

“What-? Cap, we still have an hour left-”

“Go home, Buckley,” Bobby says, his voice hard enough that Buck knows it’s not a suggestion. “You’re unfit for duty.”

“I’m fine, Bobby” Buck argues, feeling strangely panicked at the idea of going home to Chris with Eddie. It’s not his place. They’re not really his.

Bobby raises an eyebrow and looks pointedly at Buck’s shaking hands. Buck tightens his jaw and clenches them into fists. “We can manage, Buck. You need to go home.” Home meaning Eddie’s house. Buck tries to ignore how his chest warms.

“Cap-”

“It was a tough call for everyone, Buck,” Bobby says, softer now. He sets a hand on Buck’s shoulder and Buck blinks back tears. “But not all of us had to tell our partner’s kid that he wasn’t coming home less than a year ago.”

“It’s not the same,” Buck tries, but his argument is weak and his voice is cracking.

“No, it’s not. Those kids hadn’t already lost one parent.” Buck closes his eyes and lets his head drop. Bobby squeezes his shoulder gently. “Go home, son.”

“Thanks Bobby,” Buck whispers, his throat thick with tears and the words heavy on his tongue. Bobby squeezes his shoulder once more and then turns to leave. Buck doesn’t move for a few moments, trying to take deep, steadying breaths.

He’s not sure how much time passes until he feels stable enough to move, like the simple act of lifting his head won’t shatter him completely. He goes through the motions almost robotically, changing into civilian clothes and packing up his bag. He slips out of the firehouse without running into anyone else and has a sneaking suspicion that Bobby instructed them all to give him space.

Eddie’s outside already, parked in his truck and leaning back in the driver’s seat with his eyes closed. One hand is outside the window, tapping the body of the car along to whatever song he’s listening to. As Buck walks up, Eddie somehow senses him and opens his eyes, turning to offer a soft smile and little wave.

Buck forces a smile as he walks around the truck and tosses his bag in the back before hopping into the passenger seat.

“Hey,” Eddie greets. His eyes are already studying Buck, taking in everything then can and analyzing him from the inside out. “Heard you had a rough call.”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes, sinking back into the seat. “Yeah, we did.”

“Talk, listen, or neither?” It’s the system they’ve been using for a while- when one of them is struggling, they can either a) talk about it, b) listen to the other one talk, or c) simply exist together for a while.

“Neither, if that’s okay,” he answers quietly, closing his eyes. He doesn’t have the energy right now, just being with Eddie is enough. Eddie reaches over and squeezes his arm gently. Buck doesn’t have to look to know that he’s smiling gently, even if his eyes are a little sad.

“‘Course it’s alright.” Buck attempts at a smile, but he doubts it works. Eddie starts the car and turns up the radio. A woman is singing. It’s not a song Buck recognizes, nor a voice he knows. But the lyrics stab through him and he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe again.

Sure, every day's a chance to fight

Forever wrestling, trying to make amends again

The tone is upbeat, but the words cut him like a knife, baring him for the world to see. Hot tears burn behind his eyes and he turns his face, eyes still shut, away from Eddie. He lets himself get lost in the song and before he knows it, the rocking of the truck and the strange, heartbreaking comfort the song brings him is lulling him to sleep.

“Buck.” Something nudges his shoulder and Buck groans softly, pushing himself off where he’s slumped against the car window. “Buck.” He blinks his eyes slowly, brow furrowed as he orients himself again. He turns towards Eddie’s voice and finds his friend grinning back at him softly. “Hey. Welcome back.”

“I fell asleep,” Buck murmurs.

Eddie laughs gently. “I noticed. But we’re home now and Chris is waiting, so…”

“Right.” Buck sniffs and shakes his head, waking himself up a little as he unbuckles himself. “I just gotta grab my bag-”

“I got it,” Eddie says. “You go see Chris.”

“I can-” the protest dies in his throat and he swallows thickly. “Thanks.” Eddie just nods and so Buck opens his door and hops out onto shaky feet. He tries to perk himself up as he walks towards the house, already pulling his key from his pocket when the door opens on its own. Carla stands in the doorway, nodding for Buck to come in with a warm smile.

“I heard the car,” she explains, pulling him in for a quick hug. “Chris is in the kitchen and I gotta head out. You boys gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, letting her go. “Yeah we’re good.” And he’s not entirely sure it’s true, but he certainly knows he’s better now that he’s here. Carla squeezes his arm once and then moves past him, shutting the door behind her. Buck takes another deep breath and puts on his best smile as he walks towards the kitchen.

He stops in the entrance, leaning against the doorframe and smiling as he watches Chris. He’s working on homework, hunched over his papers on the table with his brow furrowed in concentration. Something must alert him to Buck’s presence because he suddenly looks up, beaming.

“Buck!”

“Hey Chris,” Buck greets cheerily, walking over to sit next to him. “What’re we working on?”

“Math.”

Buck scoffs, leaning back. “Well then, I'll officially be no help at all.”

Chris giggles and all of a sudden, Buck’s smile is genuine. The weight feels like it’s lifting and the constant pressure of tears is a little lighter. Then Chris pauses, peering at Buck and tilting his head.

“Can I give you a hug?” he asks abruptly. Buck frowns slightly. “You look upset.”

“Oh buddy,” Buck says softly, already opening his arms to envelop this small sunshine child that for some inexplicable reason seems to love him. “I’m alright, I just had a little bit of a difficult call today.”

Chris squeezes him tightly. “You should talk about it. Talking about things makes them less scary.”

Buck swallows hard, the tears returning with a ferocity. “Yeah,” he says, his voice thick, “yeah, I’ll do that, kiddo.”

“I’m glad you’re home,” Chris whispers into his neck and Buck looks to the ceiling, willing his tears away. He squeezes Chris tighter.

“Me too, Chris.”

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A few hours later, after dinner and several rounds of video games that resulted in some truly spectacular losses on Eddie’s part, Buck’s putting Chris to bed. It wasn’t even a discussed thing- bedtime rolled around and Eddie went to do dishes and Buck came to tuck Chris in.

“Hey Buck,” Chris says softly, sleepily, as Buck moves to turn off his bedside lamp. Buck pauses, squatting beside Chris’s bed, and turns to look at him.

“Yeah?”

Chris yawns as he speaks and Buck almost misses it. “You’re a really good dad.”

And Buck… Buck doesn’t know how to answer that. Suddenly he’s choked up and yet again fighting back tears as he whispers, “Love you, kiddo. Sweet dreams.” He clicks off the light and Chris seems like he’s out almost immediately. Buck doesn’t move, just watches him for several moments.

A soft noise from behind him finally snaps him out of it and he turns to see Eddie leaning against the doorframe, an unreadable expression on his face. He just nods his head, gesturing for Buck to follow him, and walks away. Buck swallows hard. Fuck. So much for not crossing that line.

He’s shaky once again as he stands up and leaves Chris’s room, gently closing the door and steeling himself before going to meet Eddie in the living room. He’s sitting on the couch and watches Buck carefully as he walks over to sit next to him. They stay in silence for a while, Buck staring at his hands and Eddie’s gaze burning into the side of his head.

“I’m sorry,” Buck blurts finally, looking at Eddie. Eddie’s calculating expression morphs into one of confusion. Naturally, Buck starts to ramble. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to overstep. I didn’t know that he was gonna- gonna say that. I just- I’m sorry.”

“Evan,” Eddie says sharply, cutting Buck off. Buck falls silent, swallowing his tears once more. Eddie’s voice turns gentle and he moves to cover both of Buck’s hands with his. “He didn’t say anything that’s not true.”

Buck’s jaw works as he tries to figure out what to say, searching Eddie’s eyes. “He didn’t?”

Eddie shakes his head, that gentle smile already forming again. “You’ve been a great dad to that kid since the moment you met him.”

“I-”

“Evan,” Eddie starts, firm but soft, “you are a part of this family. How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me?”

“Maybe- maybe once more?” Buck tries for a grin, but he knows his shining eyes give him away.

“You’re a part of our family, Evan. Have been since the moment you met Chris. We’re not going anywhere, and neither are you. Okay?” Evan.

“Okay,” Buck says hoarsely. His mind is spinning and Eddie must be able to see it in his eyes because the next thing he asks is,

“What are you thinking about?”

“No one really calls me that,” Buck blurts out. “Evan. No one but Maddie.”

“Oh.” Eddie blinks, brow furrowed, like that’s not what he expected. “I didn’t mean to- I don’t have to-”

“No,” Buck interrupts quickly. He smiles a little. “It’s a good thing. I love the way you say my name. It makes me feel like-” He doesn’t know how to express it, how to turn the jumble of emotions into words.

“Like what?” Eddie prompts softly.

Buck looks him straight in the eyes and lets out a quiet, almost incredulous laugh. “Like I’m home.”

#eddie díaz #evan buck buckley #buckandeddie #christopher diaz #diaz-buckley family #just family stuff #evan buckley is a great father #christopher diaz has two dads #fic prompts #buddie fic #anon prompt #anonynous #tals writes #tals answers #tals procrastinates #i'm too tired to proof this so enjoy #don’t mind me making a gay joke in the last sentence

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jiminiesmagicshop · 3 years

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NOTICE: ONE

Warnings: whoops attempted* angst ;0 other than that, none

Song inspos: it’s ok if you forget me, Astrid S (but imagine the exact opposite of what she sings) & mess it up, Gracie Abrams :’)

Word count: 1,500+

Summary: Jimin notices way too much about you, while you don't notice nearly enough about him. He also needs to invest in some hoodies.

a/n: hi hii :) this is my first completed fic i've writen on here, or anywhere at all for that matter kaplskjjs ahh i really hope you like it. Let me know what you think, feedback is super super welcome!! there is a flashback that's written in italics, and i took ridiculously long trying to come up with a summary which i'm sTILL iffy about. i'm also new on here so let's be frens :))

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Park Jimin has never regretted something more in his life. Sure there was the time when he hadn’t listened to his mom when she told him not to climb that one tree in their backyard, which ended with him in a very itchy cast and a long scolding from his mom. Now, years later, he wished his mom had warned him before he gave you a part of him you’d never want or need; his heart.

It’s not like he didn’t know what he was getting himself into, he knew you held his heart in your small hands (even smaller than his, HA! ) and he thought he didn’t care. Oh how naive he’d been to think that.

2 months ago:

It had been exactly seven months and three days since he realized he was in love with you, his best friend of six years. You had cried in his arms over Aaron? Adam?? He couldn’t really remember who it was this time.

“Why won’t he love me?” His heart breaks as you look at him as though you really want an answer. “Why won’t any of them love me?”

His fingers twitch at your waist. He wants to scream about how much he loves you but he refrains, settling instead for a small pained smile. He doesn’t try to say anything, not trusting himself to not ask you the exact same question. Why won’t you love him? He hugs you harder into his chest as a new wave of tears rack through your body.

He was wearing the purple hoodie you’d once mentioned you loved seeing him in. It was beginning to fray on the left shoulder where you’d always lean into while you cried. Not that you’d notice anyway, but he always wore it when you called with a shaky voice and he invited you over. It felt like it was yours, same as his heart.

He didn’t know how you couldn’t see it. The way he’d drop anything and everything for you. Let you pick any version of himself, let you mould him in any way if it would get you to love him back. He’d always adored you, and somewhere along the line you’d subliminally snatched his heart.

Maybe you’d never love him the way he did you, but he had hope. His heart was big enough. No matter how long it took, how many times you unknowingly broke it, he’d always have enough left to give to you.

He watched you cry and only when you finally curled up, something between a wheeze and a snore coming from you did he speak.

“I love you, i love you forever. Promise.”

He knew you hadn’t even heard the promise he’d made to you two months ago, yet he couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing he needed to break it. His friends knew him to be very loving, very selfless, he feels selfish now. He’s leaving merely to save his own heart, breaking yours (though for a totally different reason) in the process.

He’d watched as you gave your heart to different men, never once thinking to give it to him. He was never even an option for you and that hurt. You couldn’t blame him for falling for you, not when you cared so deeply for everyone continuously giving your heart no matter how many times it broke you just gave and gave. The two of you are similar in that sense.

Loving you is painful, like he’s bursting into flames and freezing at the same time. He can’t keep this up. He doesn’t know how to act around you anymore. Hugging you was never a problem, everyone knows how touchy and affectionate he is, however every hug he’s given you in the last few months, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He usually wears his heart on his sleeve, now he feels he needs to constantly check himself hoping you didn’t catch him smiling dopily in your direction.

Jimin couldn’t talk to you without wondering if something he said sounded suspiciously like an ‘i love you’. He couldn’t even listen to his favourite songs anymore, they all reminded him of you, probably because you introduced him to most of them, it hurt all the same.

Had he fallen out of line when he kissed you on the cheek days ago?

He remembers thinking he was invincible when he made that promise, thinking his heart could take it. He also remembers you saying you’d never love someone as much as Andrew? What was his name damnit?

He noticed everything about you, and frankly he was tired. He needed some time to think, to rebuild his heart. To un-notice everything.

He zips up his suitcase, the moving van would be by in a bit to pick up the remaining boxes. The daisies on his windowsill that you got him for his birthday last year are drying up, he notices with a sigh. With one last glance at the room he releases his grasp on the purple hoodie and walks out the front door.

He hasn’t answered your calls all day, and he probably wouldn’t for a while... not that you know that. You think nothing of it as you drive up to his house, eyes puffy from all the crying you’ve been doing. Alex had just called asking to take a break, something about you being too intense and you couldn’t help but replay every moment in your head wondering where you went wrong. You badly needed to rant to your support system otherwise known as Jimin, craving one of his hugs.

You don’t even notice his black Porsche missing from his driveway. And you don’t think much of it when he doesn’t answer the door, simply pulling out the spare key he gave you for moments just like this.

You do, however, notice the emptiness of his house. Where in the heck did his couch go? And why is his house so cold? Where are all the pictures of the two of you and his family that decorated his walls. You’re beginning to get frantic as you search through room after room for something, anything to make this less real. To show you he’ll be back shortly. That he didn’t just up and leave.

Whatever the reason, you’re sure you can get him to come back, or at least talk to you. “Chim?” Your voice echoes through his hallway. Your converse screech on the bare floor and you’re running down the hall to his bedroom. You’re stumbling now, eyes blurry with tears and you call out again “Jimin?” He was really gone.

You only just catch yourself before you hit the ground. You stare at the purple material that had snagged your foot. A purple hoodie lies by you on the floor. You’re sobbing.

Jimin swears the distance between his house and where he’d parked his car a block away wasn’t this long. He’s panting as he grips the door handle, stumbling inside with sweat making his recently dyed-pink hair stick to his forehead.

It was definitely rash of him to just leave the hoodie behind. It was too sentimental to just leave here to collect dust until the landlord discovered it. He missed it already. It smelt partially of you after all your cuddling sessions, and as embarrassing as it might sound, he needed it.

He jogs down the hallway, all the memories the two of you had here send a pang straight to his chest that has him tripping over his feet. That’s when he hears it. Sniffling. Someone was sniffling in his house. More curious than scared, the boy takes cautious steps past the bathroom and towards his bedroom.

His hand comes to rest over his heart, when he sees a head of long pink hair, shade identical to his save for the few bleached streaks he’d missed when the two of you had dyed each other’s hair. His fingers itch to bring you to his chest. You were crying. Because of him.

He reaches out to touch you, his first instinct being to pull you into him, but he stops in his spot when the floorboards beneath him creak. He waits for you to whip around and hug him, maybe scream at him for scaring you with his absence like that. His face scrunches up at your words.

“I can’t do this without you, why would you just leave?”

Jimin has to press a hand into his mouth to keep the sob threatening to expose him silent. Why was he not surprised. Of course you hadn’t noticed how much he’d been struggling the past few months. How his love for you far surpassed that of a best friend. He doesn’t know why he thought you might have noticed. In fact, when was the last time he’d talked to you about his problems?

Whatever fragments there are left of his heart ache. He suddenly misses his mom. Misses her scolding more than anything else, that would hurt much less than this does.

Jimin does what he knows he must.

Like most Jimin related things, you don’t notice what hoodie it is, don’t notice the frayed shoulder, and you most certainly don’t notice the boy who had come back for the hoodie backing away, quiet tears running down his face.

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