Hey, can i request angsty drabble with jimin? It's like jimin tell yn that he doesn't love her anymore, and she just breaking up and jimin regret it? Sad ending please :( I'm sorry for my grammar :((
Of course! You’re my second ever requester, and I got so excited when I saw this come in :D I hope I did your request justice! It’s kind of a long “drabble” as well, I apologize, but my writing is always detail-filled so *shrug* This is just how it comes out. Let me know if like and honey, never apologize for your grammar, you are perfect the way you are :)
Disclaimer: I pulled this gif off of Pinterest, so I didn’t make it. I did crop it, though.
Age Recommendation: 16+
Warnings: Swears? I don’t think there are any but just in case, ANGST with a sad ending :( Jimin being a jerk-face, regret.
Word Count: 1,378
Summary: Jimin mourns the loss of a relationship that should’ve been something more.
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It’s Crazy (Jimin Drabble, tiny bit of Fluff, Angst)
Jimin’s POV
It’s crazy how relationships work.
We weren’t always like this. When I first saw her, she was sitting outside of a small restaurant in Paris, sipping on a glass of wine. Drinking at eleven in the morning? My kind of girl.
You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. Besides the wine glass, I noticed the way your eyes slid over the pages of the book you were reading, devouring it like it was the last book on earth. Purple glasses were perched on your nose, matching the purse that hung over the back of your chair. Your skirt modestly hit your knees, but your tank top showed off the gorgeous skin of your shoulders. I couldn’t resist going over to say something.
You recognized me, of course. I wasn’t surprised, with the way my face is plastered all over the internet, but I couldn’t help the twinge of disappointment that ran through me. It was cute how you pretended not to know who I was, though.
I asked you out, and although at first you were cautious, you gave in after a few days of texts and a phone call or two. Taking you to a lavish restaurant was a mistake. You grew apprehensive when you saw the prices on the menu, even more so when I asked you to relax and just let me take care of it. Clearly, you weren’t the kind of girl that cared about that sort of thing.
The next date went better. Just a local cafe, with regularly-priced drinks and plates of food. You were finally able to relax, and talk, and laugh. God, I loved your laugh. The way you scrunched your nose as you giggled tipped the scales, making me fall hard for you.
When the three weeks of my vacation were up, I was already calling you my girlfriend. We talked about you moving to Seoul to be closer to me, but even I knew the distance would be difficult no matter what. Still, you were strong. You knew who I was before we met, and therefore, knew the life you were agreeing to. The separation was hard, but it was made easier by nightly video chats and a constant stream of texts.
After six months, you moved to Seoul. I remember picking you up at the airport and swinging you around, peppering your face with kisses as you laughed. I was so happy, then. Everything seemed right… until it wasn’t.
As the months of our relationship went on, the sparks between us cooled off and we grew more comfortable around each other. You wore less makeup and more leggings, there was a drawer of your stuff at my place, and we started spending nights in rather than going out. I didn’t mind this, really. It was nice being able to be more myself around you and not have to try so hard. Unfortunately, that was exactly the problem… Both of us stopped trying, and our relationship suffered because of it.
More time passed, and you ended up moving in with me. It was great, because for the first little while, we entered that honeymoon phase again. Something new and exciting… but that didn’t last long. As each day passed, I realized that girl that I met a year and a half ago, who I fell so hard for on that cafe date, who used to make my stomach flip over itself, who used to make my heart feel full just by looking at me… was no longer that special.
We barely tolerated each other, constantly fighting over stupid stuff and snapping at each other. Our relationship took a turn for the worst. It wasn’t bad or anything… but it wasn’t good, either. And no matter what we did, no matter how many times we tried to change or make it right, the relationship we both used to treasure was on a steady decline. We started saying “I love you” less, replacing it with phrases like, “Goodnight,” or, “See you tomorrow.” Neither of us questioned it or brought it up. In the back of our minds, I think we both knew where things were heading. After all, a relationship ultimately ends one of two ways. You either break up, or you stay together.
Finally, the day came where you said those dreaded words. “Jimin… Do you even love me anymore?”
We were sitting on our couch, and you were looking at me while I refused to look anywhere but at the ground in front of me. “No,” I muttered after a few minutes of silence. “I don’t.”
Despite this confession being nothing new, I still remember the hurt in your eyes that caused tears to well up and trickle down. I slept on the couch that night, listening to you sob. I could practically hear your heart breaking, but I could no longer keep lying to myself and, more importantly, to you. This wasn’t working anymore.
A week passed, and you had found a new place and were moving out. “It’s for the best,” you said, hands shoved in your jacket pockets, looking anywhere but at me.
I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. Being gone for months at a time, the late-night practices, the long hours at the recording studio… I knew it wasn’t easy on you. I wanted to stop the pain.
Another year passed, and I began seeing pictures of you on social media with another guy. He wasn’t a celebrity or anyone special, but you seemed happy. I noticed the way you scrunched your nose had come back… too bad it was no longer just for me.
It was our last concert of our tour, which we chose to end in Seoul. We were singing Mikrokosmos and waving goodbye to all our fans, when my heart nearly stopped. There you were, smiling up at me, singing your heart out. He was behind you with his arms wrapped around you, swaying you both in time to the beat, smiling and laughing as he leaned down and kissed your cheek.
I pretended not to see you, keeping a taut smile on my face as I waved goodbye to the rest of the crowd. So this is what our relationship has come down to. We’re just… nothing. Complete strangers. Our lives will never intertwine again, and even if they did, it would never be the same. Every kiss, every night together, every trip has boiled down to absolutely nothing but memories. Did it even really happen?
I felt disappointment roil through me the same way a thundercloud rolls over a sunny sky. How did I let things get to this point? How did I ever let you go? I kept pushing you away in the name of stopping the hurt, but I never gave a thought to my own feelings. I lied back then. I loved you. I loved you so much. Part of me still loves you. We should’ve ended up getting married, not as complete strangers.
As the stage lowered and we waved goodbye to our fans for the final time, I locked eyes with you and watched your sharp inhale as you realized I was looking at you. As if of its own accord, my hand reached out and I gave a little wave just for you. You gave me a half-smile and waved back. The only difference is, I was trying to say hello. I didn’t want to be strangers anymore. I wanted you back in my life, back to the point where you felt comfortable enough around me to eat as messily as you wanted and to wear whatever you felt like. You, however, were saying goodbye. For the last time. For forever.
I came to that realization as the stage hit the ground and staff swarmed me, offering me towels to wipe sweat away and bottles of water. I’d never have another chance. Our lives were on two completely different paths. It would never be the same.
Waving everyone off, I walked towards my dressing room, numbness taking over as my subconscious tried to protect me from the pain. So this is what regret feels like.
It’s crazy how relationships work. Or rather, how they don’t.
Synopsis: Peters rival in everything he does is actually his girlfriend, but nobody knows that due to Peter not wanting to compromise her safety. But one day, Peter accidentally lets slip to a friend about (y/n)’s home problems, and suddenly (y/n) is the pinpoint of everyone’s gossip. Where does this lead?
A/N: OKAY I CRIED IN THIS ONE AND ITS SUPER LONG BUT HONESTLY HOLY SHIT A RANGE OF EMOTION IN THIS. Also, set the Monday morning, before Peter confronts her about her Bruises.
Warnings: Swearing, emotional combustion, also,
PLOT FUCKING TWIST
Words: 2,745 (not even sorry)
Songs: Lights Down Low by Max, & Sad Songs by We The Kings (ft. Elena Coates)
Monday morning, (y/n) stood before one of her favourite places. (Y/n) smiled, looking into the window of the little eatery, the swinging teapot. It was probably one of the only places she had to herself, not even Peter knew about it. Entering, (y/n) nodded to the waitress, being familiar with the staff made it easier to order.
The bruises on her face still stung no matter how many times (y/n) had iced them. Her mother wasn’t helping with the constant pestering, so getting fresh air seemed to be the better activity than sitting in her room. (Y/n)’s mother and father had begun fighting again last night, this time over something she’d wished she’d never had to confirm.
Sitting down at her usual table, (y/n) felt one stare in front of her. Looking up, (y/n) found the face of Liz, the schools most liked girl. Sneering, (y/n) looked down to begin doodling on the napkin with a pen from her bag. She hated that she was now the freak show to everyone. What, like they didn’t have home problems themselves? (Y/n) sighed.
The problem was that she was in the spotlight when everyone found out and things are always worse for those in the spotlight because everything is criticised and people find it easier to hate you over small incidences than it is to love you at all.
Sighing again, Meryl, the waitress comes past and puts her tea carefully on the table. “You alright love?” The British slang hung in the air, (y/n) relaxing at the sound of it. It was different from the all American one she’d been hearing talk rumours about her for the past week. Looking up to Meryl, the woman gasped. “Honey, is there someone I should be having a talking to?” Laying a soft hand on her shoulder, (y/n) let herself smile honestly for the first time in a week. “No, Meryl. I just tried to stop a bad guy and the good guys don’t always win, do they?” Meryl smiled sadly patting her shoulder. “No, not aways honey. Keep being that good person I know you are though.” With that, Meryl stepped away to serve another customer.
Thinking about it (y/n) realises she wasn’t that good of a person. Not in her high school career at least. Looking down, (y/n) let the tears brim her eyes. All through her high school career, she’d let people peer pressure her into doing some heinous things to people, even Peter. In the beginning of High school, she was so desperate to fit in and be apart of the popular crew, she didn’t care who she embarrassed or locked in lockers to get there. She wasn’t a good person, maybe she deserved whats going on with her. One memory struck her about the things she did to Peter before this year and her and Peter began dating. They were brutal, uncalled for and still makes (y/n) hate herself today. All this time she thought this whole situation was his fault, which it kind of was, but didn’t she deserve it? If she were any of the people she’d hurt over the years, she wouldn’t blame them for hurting her the same way.
Coming to this revelation, (y/n)’s head fell to the table. “Rough day?” (Y/n) didn’t even have to look to know that sweet voice everyone adored.
“Gee, was it the rumours, my face or my banging of my head on the table that gave it away?” (Y/n) still didn’t look up, not wanting to face someone who gained everything (y/n) wanted by just being herself. Not everyone had a pretty face to win people over with.
“No, definitely today in particular. Who beat you up?”
Sighing is something (y/n) seemed to not get enough of this week. “Wow, go all out. We’re practically best friends- why don’t I tell you-“
“(Y/n), just tell me.” (Y/n) was a bit shocked that Liz had cut her off and took a minute to gather her thoughts. Finally looking up into the beautiful chocolate face of Liz, “I tried to stop an old lady getting robbed. Didn’t work out so well for me.” (Y/n) looked down and began stirring her tea before taking a tentative sip of the pink hot liquid. “You’re a hero.”
Something snapped in (y/n), like a chord that's been wearing thin the last couple years. “Don’t call me that. You know who I am and what I’ve done. I tried to play hero, turns out I’m not meant to be the good guy.”
Liz looked quizzically at (y/n), “what are you on about?”
“Liz you’ve seen me throughout our high school, I’ve not exactly the angel my parents think I am… though it could be because they’re too busy arguing but whatever…”
“You weren’t awful-“ With a look from (y/n), Liz knew her bullshit had been spotted. “Okay but so what? You can come back from this. You’re clearly a strong girl.”
“Why are you helping me? I’ve hurt you and your friends before.” The mistrust was clear in (y/n)’s eyes.
“Because I don’t think you’re a bad person. I just think you’ve made some wrong decisions but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”
Just staring as Liz stands up, (y/n) mutters in thought as an idea just struck her. “You’re wrong and you’re probably about to learn just how mean I can be.”
Liz stares after (y/n) as she stands and drops money on the table. “I’m a nightmare and if people want to call me deranged, I’ll show them just what that means. After all, it runs in my blood.”
Smiling manically (y/n) left, leaving Liz with her mouth open. “What was that?”
——
That afternoon…
“I need her back Ned… I haven’t even tried anything to get her back and I’m already out of ideas!”
“That’s because you are weird and can’t communicate with the opposite sex properly. This often results in bad relationships and the inability to give advice.” Both males turn towards a girl standing behind them, also known as Liz Allen.
“Listen, I want to help.”
….
Peter’s mouth was open and instantly blubbering like a fish. Ned just turned into a statue. “Look, I know we barely know each other Peter but I don’t want to see (y/n) go down this path.” Snapping out of his stupor at the sound of (y/n)’s name. “Wait, what path?”
“Yeah, what path?” Ned repeated. “Dude, don’t repeat what I’m saying!” “Dude, don’t- oh sorry” Ned laughed nervously. Peter shook his head and turned to Liz. “Look she said something this morning when we were talking this morning. She was all dark and said ‘I’m a nightmare and if people want to call me deranged, I’ll show them just what that means.’ It was actually quite freaky how much she looked and sounded like one of those bad guys Spider-man fights.”
If Peter wasn’t worried before he sure as hell was now. He saw it this morning as well, some kind of darkness that he wasn’t willing to accept from her was definitely present. It scared him and he wondered what she would do.
“I’ll talk to her this afternoon.” Ned snorts. “Yes, because that has gone so well the last couple of times.”
“This time I won’t be going through the window.”
——
Its been three weeks and all attempts to see (y/n) had failed from accidentally running into her on the street to visiting the tea shop Liz said she liked. Its like (y/n) knew what he was up to and could avoid him easily, luckily Peter had one last thing up his sleeve. Throughout his attempts to confront her, he’d seem some interesting things. (Y/n) making shady deals, meeting all types of people and even skipping school. He didn’t want to admit let alone think about whats happening. Not to her, not to his (y/n)
(Y/n) sat at her desk working all the parts together on her contraption. She was a genius, getting her hands on the plans for this wasn’t exactly hard for her. Tony Stark’s security was a letdown, almost too easy! From there the government, particularly War Machines area.
When Liz had come to talk to (y/n) the chord that snapped was unrecognisable at the time but later on (y/n) had realised what it was. It was her conscious mind deciding to not hold back anymore. The final peer pressure and torment. Her final act.
(Y/n) heard the knock at her front door, with her mum greeting someone with a great surprise. She paused hearing the footsteps coming down the hall to her room, before scrambling to cover her project. She couldn’t get busted, she’d nearly finished it!
A tentative knock on the door and (y/n) slowly opened it to be greeted with Peter’s puppy face. Sighing (again) and leaning against the door, (y/n) looked almost bored seeing Peter. She was done with him trying to continuously fix the situation, she didn’t deserve to be near such a good guy as Peter Parker. Its probably confusing her thoughts on Peter and how quickly they changed but with the encounters with all these people made her realise - she was the monster and she’d been held back too much. Peter was the good guy and him telling people was his equivalent of revenge. (Y/n) now understood and within her unstable mind this all somehow made sense that Peter ends up as Spider-man and her…
“(Y/n)? Look-“
She opened her door and invited him in. “Oh, I can come in now? Cool!” He excitedly moved into (y/n)’s room, looking around and noticing all her poster had been taken off the wall and her room lay half bare. In all honesty (y/n) had sold most of her things to buy the parts she needed for her project but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“I did some redecorating.” The plain words fell out of her mouth like nails on a chalkboard to Peter. Shaking his head at the strangeness of her attitude and room, he moved towards her holding his arms out. “Look, I know what I did was wrong but I miss you so damn-“
“I forgive you.”
“W-what?”
“I forgive you.”
“Y-you do? Does that mean we’re back together? I mean if you wanna be…”
“Peter, yes I forgive you but no… We’re too different now; we can possibly it back together like the puzzle pieces we used to be. Somethings changed and not to be cheesy but it's not you, it’s me.” (Y/n) began fiddling with her pants.
Peter laughed lightly at the small joke. This was better than her yelling at him at least. “Look I-“ a computer beep went off and (y/n) cursed herself for not shutting her laptop. “Is that- are you… are you hacking Tony Starks system?!”
Slamming the laptop shut, “its really none of your business, Peter.” “I mean it really is being a hero and all-“
“Yes, which is precisely the reason you shouldn’t be here.”
There was a subtle pause, both hadn’t noticed how close they’d been when they had both moved for the laptop. (Y/n) looking up at him, Peter looking between her eyes and her lips. Chests almost touching, Peter breathed out “but I want to be here, always.” (Y/n)’s heart skipped a beat, like the first time Peter kissed her (yes, he made the first move). They couldn’t resist and like magnets, both lent in and met each other in the middle in a feverish and desperate kiss. Her hand reached for his hair, running through it and Peter’s went to her waist, pulling her into him. Both missed this fever, the touch and the taste of each other. Leaning down, Peter hooked his arms under both of her thighs and lifted her, placing her on the table behind her. Luckily she’d moved her work out of the way before he came into her room. The tempo gained as it went from fever to desperate, both wanting this to never end- the tension building from the last month. Peter stepped between her legs and returned his hand to her waist but her legs wrapped around him pulling him in.
His lips trailed a line from her mouth to her neck and luckily Peter remembered where her sweet spot was. Sucking and licking her sweet spot, (y/n) couldn’t resist but let out a breathy moan, “Peter…” Putting her hands either side of his face, (y/n) brought his face back to hers, where their lips connected once again.This wasn’t about pleasure, to her it was their goodbye, their bodies trying to remember everything because it wouldn't happen again. His tongue slowly prodded her lips before finally getting to really taste her after nearly a month apart.
(Y/n) pulled away, with Peter’s lips following before she stopped them with her finger. Looking into Peter’s eyes, (y/n)’s eyes conveyed so much which she could no longer say. The timing was wrong, Peter was her past but oh how she wished he was her future. Unfortunately for (y/n), some lucky girl would come along and be exactly what Peter needed. He deserved it because that girl certainly wasn’t her. She wasn’t good, not anymore. She couldn’t afford to be.
This was her last act.
“I love you, (y/n).” Peter’s eyes didn’t waver, they pierced her soul.
Leaning her forehead on his, Peter closed his eyes but (y/n)’s remained open. “Peter, I….”
Peter began mumbling desperately, pulling her closer to him if possible as if she was about to turn to dust. “I know, I know- I never told you when I should have, but I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. The thought alone kills me- please.”
His plead sounded so desperate, as if (Y/n) was his life source, his soulmate. The pure emotion in Peter’s voice, shocked (y/n) to the core, he’d always been sweet but this was bordering on the edge of something so unexplored by her. His eyes were still closed as if he was imprinting this moment in his mind.
Shifting herself on the desk so all of her body was pressed against Peter, (y/n) brought their lips together one final time. “Peter, you know whats happening. What I am about to do-“ seeing his surprise at her catching him out. “I know when I’m being stalked. I’m not mad. But you know, don’t you?” Peter nods, trying not to cry, looking anywhere but her eyes. “Then you know why we can’t be together or near each other.” I-… I don’t want this to happen to you (y/n)… just, please. Don’t do this…”
(Y/N) looked at him with pity and some semblance of sadness, his emotions beginning to affect her. Of course (y/n) loved him but it would never work.
“Peter, you know why I have to… I have no future anywhere, doing nothing else. Even if I'll try they’ll find me. I think I’ve known about the family business for a while. It explains why my mum wants a divorce so badly. I’ve heard it come up a couple times only now I know what it means but, I think you always knew.” Peter squeezed her hips in confirmation, squeezing his eyes closed tighter as if this were a nightmare he wants to wake up from.
“The times you heard, my parents fight about it- you’d known the organisation, and you’d never said anything. I think you were hoping, believing I was different. That's why you were talking about it with Ned and Michelle, but it was lucky someone only heard a tiny part of the conversation. Just imagine my family being apart of HYDRA getting out. I think that’s way worse than divorced parents.” (Y/n) lightly laughed, hooking her arms behind his neck. He didn’t laugh, it made the pain grow, blaming himself for all of this.
“It’s truly okay Pete.” The sweetness in her tone almost shocked Peter and hell, it nearly shocked her as well.
Peter still wouldn’t open his eyes as tears poured down his cheeks.
“I never wanted this for you, I…” It went unspoken but both knew that their time together, like this together, was growing smaller by the minute.
“I love you Peter Parker and… I’m truly sorry things turned out this way. HYDRA has a way of ruining things like family for people…”
Finally opening his eyes and looking at the love of his life, Peter’s eyes dropped watery diamonds down his face. (Y/n) carefully kissed them away, “I don’t want you to ever cry for me. I’m not worthy of you Peter Parker.” She was an Angel turned Devil but she was still his. Putting his hand on her cheek, thump rubbing her cheek softly. As if catching his train of thought.
“I’ll always be yours, Peter.”
In Memorium of: Peter Parker and (y/n)’s relationship: (p.s look out for part 4)
Im bad with titles…..
Word count: 519
1/20/17
11:56 pm
Warnings: One cuss word, just one
“How could you?! So stupid of me to have trusted to you!” Bruce yelled out. (Y/N) had been caught cheating on him with another man, while he was away on a mission. Brice always hated turning into “the other guy” in front of (Y/N), but it was especially agonizing to control. “Bruce! I can explain! Please don’t leave.” (Y/N) said, quickly getting dressed, as the other man looked wide eyed at half Bruce half hulk. Despite (Y/N) being Bruce’s girlfriend for 2 years now, Natasha was still the only one who could calm Bruce down. Bruce was trying to fight turning, because he knew he’d end up hurting (Y/N) one way or another. “Please Bruce! Calm down! Let’s talk okay?” (Y/N) words meant nothing when she had destroyed their entire relationship within a one night stand. “GET OUT!” Hulk yelled out. Oh how Bruce wanted Natasha to be there. Within seconds the whole bedroom was destroyed. Guess the rest of the team had heard the ruckus. Natasha came rushing in, and called out for Bruce. “Big guy, come on, let’s try to relax.” It took a few tries until Hulk gave in, but he didn’t remove his eyes from (Y/N). Natasha held out her hand, and ran her fingertips through Hulk’s hand, he slowly transformed back to Banner. Clint was really close to (Y/N) almost as much as with Natasha. He was disappointed in her for doing this to Banner, yet he knew her so well that there had to be a motive. “(Y/N) why would you do this to me, I honestly thought I would be with you for the rest of my life.” There was a short pause, everyone stared and (Y/N). “Tell me, tell me what did I do for you to have done this? Because last time I checked, I had left on this mission with you very well, you’d promised you’d wait for me, no matter what would happen.” Bruce spoke, his words breaking. Tears flooded his eyes, never breaking eye contact with (Y/N) for a second. “Bruce, nothing can justify what I’d done, I hurt you, I hurt us, terribly. I am sorry. I know that is a stupid reason to have done this, but I felt lonely. I went out, got drunk, found this guy, who’s now apparently gone. The worst part was that I was completely aware as to who I was sleeping with, and knew that he wasn’t you.” (Y/N) realized that there was nothing she could say to fix this, her relationship was completely destroyed. “Just leave, and never come back, pack your shit and get out of my life!” Bruce yelled at her. She nodded, understanding, and made her way out the door. Clinton placed a hand soothingly on his shoulder. “Guys, I’d like to be alone, please” Bruce didn’t asked, but demanded instead. They all walked away, but they all made sure to be there for Bruce, as he had never fallen in love with a woman as deeply as he had with (Y/N).
