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MJ, while standing;
and I love him for that
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no one:
MJ, while standing;
and I love him for that
Thyme x Gorya Short Fic
I’m sick of the lack of Thyme Gorya fanfiction so I did a thing 😭 so sorry for any grammar/spelling errors
Just an FYI- Her brother was crashing in the living room, binging anything and everything he could find since it was a Friday night.
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“What are you thinking about?” She questioned softly, rolling over in bed and switching the phone to rest on her right ear.
It was the same phone he pressed into her hands earlier today, his expression both defiant and pleading at her initial refusal to accept it.
He had yet to answer her question.
“Thyme?” Her heart seemed to react on its own, fluttering at his whispered name in the darkness of her room.
“You,” he rasped. His voice was raw, like his mind hadn’t fully decided to answer her before his lips formed the confession.
Something warm and unfamiliar spread through her stomach and the flutters in her heart took flight.
“What-what about me?”
“You like Ren.”
It wasn’t a question and it filled her with anxiety.
Why would he say that? Why in this moment? Why in that voice? Was he trying to say he’d step back?
She didn’t-
Damnit.
She didn’t know what she felt for Ren anymore, but he never gave her this dizzying, frustrating, vibrant feeling that pulsed through her when she was with Thyme.
“Thy-“
“You like Ren,” he interrupted, “but I can’t be the bigger person here Gorya, at least not yet.” He exhaled a shaky breath and continued.
“I want to be a better person. For you, for me, for everyone I care about. You make me need to be better. Someone you would be proud to have standing by your side. I’ve been selfish my entire life and I don’t want to be that way anymore. I’ll do everything in my power to be selfless in everything that I do. But,” she closed her eyes when he paused, “but not with this. Not with you. I don’t know if that makes me a terrible person or a terrible friend, but I won’t give you up. Not to him or anyone else. This is the only thing I can’t be selfless with. Because if being the bigger person means losing you, then I can’t be that person.”
Her breathing was erratic, unable to control itself in the face of his honesty.
“Thyme,” his name was almost a plea. The anxiety that filled her earlier was replaced with a frantic need to see him, to feel his hands engulf hers.
Or maybe she needed to hit him. For giving her emotional whiplash, for being an idiot, for making her fall deeper into this big, scary, unknown feeling that’s threatening to change her life to it’s very core.
She wasn’t sure why she needed to see him, all she knew was that she just wanted to be with him in this moment.
“Hmmm?” He hummed.
“I hate you,” she sniffed, “I hate you so so much.”
He chuckled softly. “I kno-“
“Don’t,” it was her turn to interrupt, “don’t give me up. I need you to keep being selfish with this. Please.”
Her confession shocked them then both- what it implied, the weight it carried- and the lingering silence grew heavy.
“Thyme?”
“I’m coming to see you,” His abrupt response was followed by the sounds of movement and rustling clothes.
“What?” She scrambled to sit upright, her heart pounding in excitement and fear, “now? You can’t!” Her whispered yell still seemed too loud for her quiet, sleeping home.
“I’m already out the house.”
“Thyme, you idiot, go back inside.”
He didn’t respond but she heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming
“Thyme I swear to god if you show up here I will murder you!”
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That was how the midnight moon remembered them, childish and bickering.....and already so in love, though neither seemed to realize it yet.
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Gorya is under so much pressure. She is 16-17 years old having to work through her school where her allies are 4 guys who do not Ave to attend classes and rest are waiting for the shoe to drop to attack her. That mental pressure.
Then she has to work to earn for her expenses and cannot spend on random things teen spend on. And she has to look after her brother who is only couple of years younger.
No wonder she is exhausted and cannot handle being Thyme love interest when she has to fight everyone. She is already strong for her age and role!
#TeamGorya
PS: Tu is slaying in this role. Way better Makino version than any adaption in my point of view. She has made me cry.
yes, agree. I think that's one of the reasons she keeps on insisting that thyme is from one world, and she from another. she is rational and pragmatic, whereas thyme is essentially a dreamer. gorya is carrying a burden of her own class, social ranking and lack of wealth, which lot of people can relate to. I have tried dating outside of my background, and the biggest collision I experienced was religious divides and different races, but nothing compares to the other wordiness of different social status and major wealth gap.
even in friendships, not just relationships. when you are poor, you cannot participate in certain things in the same way, you cannot cherish a sunset when your hands are full and sore. if you see where I am going with this. gorya is a try hard. and thyme is too in his own way, he tries hard to be this new person for gorya and for himself. but what gorya understands is the burden of trying so hard, and she knows it could lead to exasperation and actually end of love, she ultimately worries that thyme would get sick and tired of it.
gorya's core fear is not being good enough and thyme's is abandonment. they both trigger each other's fears in motion with their actions, thus causing each other maximum pain.
I just love Ren 🥰
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I am the only one thinking Lita just played Gorya like a pro?