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wizardofrozz · 2 years

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When Lambs Become Lions

Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home. - Unknown

yandere!Bucky Barnes x Reader, OCs

Word Count: ~4k

Summary: Bucky wants to make the world a better place for you.

Warnings: swearing, obsession, stalking, manipulation, dark themes, sexual themes, murder, mention of sexual violence, violence, mention of drug abuse, mention of domestic violence, Winter Soldier references. MINORS DNI

A/N: This is my first fic involving these kinds of themes so please let me know if I missed any warnings. I’m nervous about posting this but I love how this turned out 🖤

The crisp morning air was the brief jumpstart to your morning, sustaining you long enough to make it the few blocks to your favorite coffee shop. Something about that day felt different, a premonition of the beginning of a new chapter, even if you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Instead of lingering on it, you started your trek through Brooklynn, eager to feel the rush of the city around you. The rumble of New York swelled as you went; pedestrian chatter mingled with the buzz of car engines stuck in traffic and the chirps of wandering pigeons. It felt like home.

You glanced up at the soft jingle as you stepped into the coffee shop, the weathered brass bell still swaying. The cafe was packed as you expected and you scanned the small room, pointedly avoiding the searing stare from Zane, the barista, that made your skin crawl. Strawberry blonde hair near the front corner caught your eye, drawing you through the maze of tables with a slight smile. Charlotte, your childhood best friend, was braced against the small table, her fingers efficiently flying around her phone screen. She did a double-take when you slid into the chair opposite her, her blank expression brightening with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Looks like someone’s busy,” you teased, nodding at the phone still resting in her hands. Charlotte blinked down at her phone, huffing out a soft laugh and setting it face down on the table.

“Is that a surprise?” she scoffed with an eye roll, pushing a steaming cup towards you. The sweet aroma curled into your nose and you offered Charlotte a grateful look, relieved you weren’t forced to face the barista that didn’t understand ‘no thank you’.

“So what’s up, Charles?” you asked over the lip of the paper cup, lightly blowing on the scorching coffee. You paused when her gray-green eyes flickered away from you and slowly lowered your cup, tilting your head.

“You remember…Felix,” she mumbled, her expression scrunching empathetically at the name.

“How could I forget?” you replied, lowering your voice. Sympathy swirled in her eyes, reminding you of the months following the incident and souring your high spirits. You were so young, nearing the end of your freshman year of high school when you met a charismatic junior, Felix. He was sweet and the first boy that showed any real interest in you after puberty but you were naive. Felix expected compensation for the attention he offered you, ignoring your weak, broken protests. He took your purity along with your choice that fateful night.

No, you would never forget him.

“I think you’d better read it for yourself,” Charlotte whispered, sliding her phone across the table, avoiding your eyes. You no longer had tears for the innocent little girl that was destroyed that night but it still twisted something deep in your soul. Breathing through the emotions stirred up by the conversation, you dropped your eyes to Charlotte’s phone, scanning the large text.

A local construction worker, Felix Young, was found brutally beaten outside his Staten Island home last night. Police have no suspects at this time.

“He’s dead,” you stated, keeping your expression painfully neutral.

“I hope you don’t feel bad for him,” Charlotte scoffed, raising a brow. It took an unbelievable amount of self-control not to react and once you were confident in the steadiness of your voice you sat back in your chair.

“No, Charles, I don’t feel bad but it’s still murder,” you sighed, sliding her phone across the table and looking through the large windows over her shoulder. Charlotte’s voice slipped into the buzz of the coffee shop and you nodded along at appropriate times but continued to stare out at the bustling street.

Bucky stood motionless between the two buildings, disappearing into the shadows he called home for so many years. Everything from the Winter Soldier wasn’t lost. He watched you duck your head to read something on Charlotte’s phone, zeroing in on the faint twitch of your eyebrow. Bucky already knew what the phone screen said and a comforting warmth spread through him when you slumped in relief. He allowed himself a small smirk before disappearing further into the narrow break between the buildings.

One down.

Prospect Park was teeming with life. Couples sprawled out on blankets, children laughing, dogs barking at wandering ducks, and birds singing high in the trees. Your co-worker turned friend, Gabby, walked beside you, smiling at anyone that acknowledged her while still holding a conversation with you. Gabby was the epitome of a social butterfly and despite her energy sometimes being a little much for you, her presence was still a comfort.

“Oh! I forgot to ask you how your presentation for the new client is coming,” Gabby exclaimed, flapping a hand in your direction.

“Exhausting,” you huffed, massaging your temple at the thought of it. “The only thing keeping me going is the chance for a promotion.”

“If you secure this printing company as a client there’s no way Doug won’t promote you,” Gabby assured with a warm smile, resting her hand on your arm.

“Thanks, Gab,” you chuckled, patting her hand. The conversation died off but it was relaxing and you just enjoyed your friend’s company as you wandered through the vibrant park. The sensation of eyes on you made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end; you scanned the surrounding area but the likelihood of finding whoever was staring was slim in such a crowded place. Gabby didn’t seem bothered but you opened your mouth anyway to ask when a solid mass punched the air from your lungs.

“Sorry,” the figure huffed, making it sound as if you were to blame for their carelessness. You focused on the woman trying to step around you and your eyes narrowed, immediately recognizing her stringy dark hair and glazed-over eyes.

“Mila?” you hissed, clenching your jaw. That seemed to draw the woman’s full attention and even in her sluggish state, her eyes widened briefly.

“Huh, never thought I’d see you again,” Mila snorted, absently scratching at her jaw.

“I never wanted to see you again,” you replied darkly, glancing down at her dirty, disheveled clothes.

“Whatever,” Mila snorted, pushing around you to continue scurrying along the edge of the path. You turned enough to glare after her for a few more seconds before rolling your eyes and joining Gabby again.

“Who was that?” Gabby mumbled, leaning closer as she glanced over her shoulder. The uncomfortable feeling of someone watching you was still itching under your skin and you scanned the immediate area around. A man in a hooded, dark zip-up jogged a few paces behind you but his swinging headphone cord assured you he shouldn’t hear you.

“Mila Sparrow. She was the first friend I made when I started college,” you sighed, glancing over your shoulder again. “I thought we’d stay friends after graduation until I found out she had been selling my things to support her abusive drug addict boyfriend.”

“Oh my god,” Gabby gasped, jerking back at your confession.

“When I confronted her she freaked out, tried to stab me, stole my debit card, and drained my bank account,” you said, forcing down the surge of anger bubbling in your stomach. “Obviously jail time did nothing for her.”

“I can’t believe that!” Gabby sputtered, the skin around her eyes wrinkling with sympathy. “What is wrong with people?”

“Drugs make people do crazy shit,” you sighed with a shrug, fighting to keep a hold on years of rage. Gabby scoffed, shaking her head, and turned to look over her shoulder one more time; you followed her eyes and realized the jogger was gone. He must’ve passed by when you were talking; you sucked in a deep breath and struck up another, lighter conversation with your friend, ready to distract yourself from Mila’s betrayal.

Three days later, you stopped at a small newspaper stand in search of the most recent issue of your favorite magazine. The man huddled in the tiny booth offered you a copy of the paper as well and you agreed. Even though you normally checked the news sites directly it didn’t hurt to support the local small business. With a warm smile and a wave, you continued your walk home, reaching into the plastic bag to pull the folded paper out. The major headlines were old news to you but a familiar face farther down the page caught your eye.

Concerned mother pleads for drug-using daughter to come home.

The small black text confirmed your suspicion when you read Mrs. Sparrow’s plead for Mila to contact her parents. When Mila had been released from prison her parents took her in and had been supporting her since while overlooking her continued drug use. The end of the article offered a hotline to call if anyone saw Mila and you thought about calling but assumed it would be useless.

Mila had gone missing the day you saw her.

It was starting to feel like every time you met up with Charlotte recently, there was some kind of bad news to share. First Felix, then Charlotte losing her job, and now Julian. The outdoor patio of the pizzeria was mostly empty in between lunch and dinner, giving off a false sense of privacy but you’d take what you could get. Charlotte listened intently, her eyes growing wider with each sentence, her mouth eventually falling open as you detailed the proposition from your sister’s disgusting husband.

“That worthless cocksucker!” Charlotte exploded, covering her mouth when she registered the volume of her voice.

“Oh, it gets better!” you exclaimed, holding your palms toward her. “When I shot him down, he found some cum dumpster online to run through instead.” Charlotte’s expression repeatedly shifted between horror and rage, like her face couldn’t decide what emotion to settle on.

“I wanna cut his dick off,” she hissed, crumbling the napkin in her hand. “Ducky does not deserve that.” Your face softened at the use of your sister’s childhood nickname and you suddenly regretted having to be the one to explain that her marriage was falling apart.

“It’s gonna destroy her,” you breathed, looking down at your half-eaten slice of pizza. Charlotte’s anger slowly melted away, leaving behind a sadness you understood all too well.

“I wanna be there for her but I think this is something you need to do,” she confessed, shaking her head sadly.

“I know,” you said softly, glancing out toward the busy street.

Bucky lounged back in his chair just inside the door, his eyes following the flow of the traffic up the street. Paying off the manager on duty to keep the patio door ajar had almost proved to be a mistake when he barely held back a laugh at your use of cum dumpster. The noble part of Bucky knew what he was doing was wrong; he had an image to uphold and if he was caught, the fallout wouldn’t only affect him. However, the righteous streak from his young years was shoved aside by the lifetime of darkness and despair he endured.

The Winter Soldier may be a thing of the past but his presence still echoes through Bucky’s mind. He’d never truly be free.

Which is why he was at the pizzeria. Cleansing the world of the scum that tainted the most beautiful, strong, and powerful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. When the day came that Bucky knew you were safe, he’d finally show himself and sweep you off your feet. He had no doubt you’d fall for him. Bucky knew exactly who to be in order to reel you in. The scrape of chairs against concrete snapped him out of his wandering thoughts and he stood gracefully. Bucky slipped into the hallway leading to the bathroom before you were even aware someone else was there. He waited until he heard the front door squeak open before moving again. Bucky nodded at the manager on his way out, already formulating his next step.

It was time to pay Julian a visit.

The week following your tearful admission to your sister was filled with packing her things only to unpack them at your apartment. You, Charlotte, and a few of your sister’s friends would take turns spending time with her when she was in the mood, coaxing her into talking with a lawyer. She finally had a conversation with a lawyer at the beginning of the second week and you saw a flicker of light in your sister’s eyes again since Julian broke her heart.

The night after her legal appointment, it was just you and her sitting around your quiet apartment watching reality TV when there was a pounding at your door. Two uniformed officers loomed in your doorway and you had an inclining about why.

It took every ounce of strength you had to hold your tongue when the detective showed your sister the crime scene photos. No matter how deeply he broke her, Julian’s death - no, murder - still shook her, leaving you to hold your sibling as she sobbed. From what the detectives revealed, it appeared someone jumped him after work but from what the police could tell, nothing was missing. The most gruesome part of the crime reassured you that Julian was targeted.

Julian died of strangulation but only after he had been violently castrated.

It took almost no time for the police to clear you and your sister as suspects when they found security footage from the nearby Chinese restaurant where you two had dinner that night. With their best suspects cleared, the investigation lost its momentum quickly, to Charlotte’s dismay.

“I can’t believe there was nothing left behind,” she mumbled, glancing toward the room your sister had claimed.

“Whoever it was must be good.” Steam rolled off your cup of tea, warming your face as you stared down at the floor, lost in thought. Charlotte shuffling in her seat drew your eyes up and your brows pinched together when you caught her anxious expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m probably being silly,” she argued, shaking her head, “but…is it just me or does it seem like you have a grim reaper following you around.” You didn’t mean for the laugh to burst from your lips and did your best to look apologetic when Charlotte rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” you rushed out, biting down on a smile. “I mean, I guess you have a point.”

“What if someone’s stalking you?” she whispered, her eyes nervously darting around the room. The idea made you sigh and you shifted your expression to something you hoped relayed your understanding along with a hint of disbelief.

“Charles, I’d know if someone was following me,” you said evenly, snuffing out her courage to debate. Charlotte’s gray-green eyes still held a note of concern but she knew arguing with you would get her nowhere.

“Just…be careful,” he sighed, dropping her eyes to her tea.

“Always am,” you replied into your cup, raising a brow.

3 weeks later

The calmness of your mind should’ve been shocking but you had enough experience quieting your emotions. Gabby stood stiffly at your side and you could almost feel her nerves like a light breeze rolling over your skin. Your expression was blank and your body language was professional as you watched Cora aim her perfect smile at your boss Doug. The urge to storm out of the office felt like it could tear you apart but if Doug lectured you on professionalism, you might lose your job. Cora took a step back and turned to face you, her bright smile morphing into a wicked smirk that made your teeth creak under the strain of your jaw clenching.

“I look forward to working with you again,” she snickered quietly as she passed.

“Cunt,” you growled under your breath. Gabby jumped at your side, her lips forming a small ‘o’ and you rolled your eyes, striding from the room when Doug wandered into his office. The flicker of anger started to grow, gaining fuel as you made your way through the building until you thought it might consume you by the time you stepped onto the street. Gabby fidgetted with her blouse as you scanned the sidewalk, your eyes pausing on a dark doorway off to your left but you didn’t linger on it long.

“Are you okay?” Gabby mumbled, looking up through her lashes, brushing a loose brunette curl behind her ear.

“No, Gabby, I’m not okay!” you snapped. The wounded look that settled on her face made you take a step back, suck in a deep breath, and lower your voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout at you. Come on, I don’t want to bitch right outside the building.” You gently grabbed Gabby’s arm, steering her left of the office building, and forcing yourself to take another deep breath.

“I can’t believe her,” Gabby huffed, glancing over at you.

“That conniving bitch took credit for my work and got my promotion,” you repeated needlessly, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “I-I don’t even have words to articulate how I feel right now.”

“I’m so sorry, honey,” Gabby tried, wrapping an arm around your torso in a half-hug. Your fingers itched to push her away but she didn’t deserve your anger and you leaned into her side. “Cora will get what she deserves.”

“I hope you’re right,” you grunted, wiping a hand over your face and darting your eyes to the side.

Bucky pressed two fingers to the woman’s neck, nodding to himself when blood didn’t thump through the vein under his touch. He strolled across the room, humming under his breath, kicking an empty bottle out of his path. His watch told him he had less than an hour before sunrise but he was right on schedule. Bucky checked that the bag of white powder and the used needle were in a reasonable spot before slipping into the hall, hiking his small backpack higher on his shoulder. He removed the medical booties from over his boots and pulled off his gloves, shoving them into the small pocket on the side of his backpack.

Four down. One to go.

Walking into your favorite coffee shop to find your least favorite barista nowhere to be found brightened your mood slightly. The young girl Mara, whom you genuinely liked, smiled as she took your order and you returned the smile easily, making small talk with her as you waited.

“How’s your day been?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Awful,” she grumbled with an eye roll. “Zane decided he couldn’t be bothered to find coverage so now I’m stuck working a double.”

“Ugh, that is awful,” you agree sympathetically.

“Maybe he’ll finally get fired,” Mara said hopefully. You shot her a knowing look as you moved down the counter at the call of your name. Zane harassed almost every woman he came in contact with, including you. It ranged from lewd comments and inappropriate touches to propositions that would make grown men blush and you gag. Mara waved with a sweet smile as you pushed through the door and you waved back, hoping she didn’t notice your Cheshire grin.

The dark water of the Hudson River lapped at the outsoles of his boots, the moon’s reflection rippling in the polluted water. The body bobbed in the slow-moving water, the shape growing smaller as it drifted down the river toward the city. The stars twinkled in Bucky’s steel blue eyes and he blew out a long breath, finally letting himself relax.

He’s done.

The drive back to his apartment was peaceful despite his muscles aching for his bed. Even at nearly two in the morning, Bucky could make out the thump of music from a few apartments scattered around the building. He let out a long sigh when the sound waned as the elevator climbed higher. Mr. Judde’s TV was muffled behind his door as Bucky passed and he smiled faintly at the old man’s ridiculous habit. Bucky’s apartment was pitch black when he stepped inside, his nose wrinkling because he could’ve sworn he left a light on. The suspicion only lasted a second in his tired brain before he shrugged and tossed his keys onto the table lining the short hallway.

The thump of his boots against the hardwood sounded too loud in the still apartment, emphasizing the unsettling lack of noise. Bucky grunted, throwing an arm up to cover his eyes from the sudden blinding light; it took a few seconds for his burning eyes to adjust and to drop his arm. Normally, he’d already have his handgun pointed at whoever dared break into his home but he couldn’t force his limbs to move. A chill danced across his skin as the world around him seemed to come to a screeching halt.

The light funneling from the table lamp twinkled off the wine glass slowly rolling between your fingers, all your attention focused on the burgundy liquid swirling in the glass. If Bucky had more self-control he would’ve demanded answers instead of dragging his eyes over your body perched on his couch. Black heeled boots led to tight, dark jeans that disappeared under a flowing navy blouse; Bucky couldn’t think of a time he’d ever seen you dress that way. If he was being honest, he liked it. He finally forced his eyes back to your face and he shivered at the dark smile curling your lips as you continued to watch the sloshing wine.

Fucking hell, you were gorgeous.

“Welcome home, Bucky,” you purred, rolling your head to the side. Bucky stiffened, his blood running cold as your eyes found his, a dangerous twinkle in your usually warm eyes. He jumped when you moved, uncrossing your legs and gracefully getting to your feet.

“How - how did you get in here?” he rasped, clenching his teeth at how unsteady he sounded. You bent down to set your glass down, pausing to glance up at him through your lashes before strolling toward him. Bucky turned with you as you circled behind him, clenching and unclenching his hands; you were so close, and even with the fear pumping through his veins all he wanted was to touch you.

“Easily,” you hummed, coming to a stop when Bucky’s back was to the couch. He stumbled over his feet when you stepped closer, matching his steps until his knees hit the couch, sending him crashing onto the worn cushion. “But that couldn’t have been your big, burning question.” The smile on your face was the one Bucky had longed to have aimed at him, even if it had a sharper edge than normal.

“Do you know?” he whispered, swallowing around the lump in his throat. You didn’t respond right away, electing to instead brush your fingers over the sharp line of his jaw and Bucky didn’t resist when you tilted his head back. The single lamp lit up your eyes, highlighting the range of colors as you leaned closer until your nose almost brushed his.

“Of course, I know,” you breathed. Bucky tried to make sense of what was happening but his brain couldn’t formulate intelligent thoughts as his world shattered around him. You moved like a lithe predator. Graceful, calculated movements as you climbed onto the couch, bracketing Bucky’s thighs with yours, sitting back on his legs, and draping your arms around his shoulders. He felt like he might combust having you so close, having you under his blood-stained hands after waiting so long. You were warm under his flesh hand, your curves soft under his vibranium hand.

“How?” was all he could force past his lips. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering as you lightly traced the line of his jaw with the tip of your nose, his cock unabashedly swelling below you.

“Oh, sweet boy,” you chuckled in his ear, your warm breath rolling over his exposed neck. “I knew you were watching me from the very beginning.”

“What?” Bucky choked out, tensing beneath you. He swallowed back a whine when you leaned away, batting your eyes and gently carding through his short hair.

“I knew exactly who you were the second I saw you,” you said, dragging your eyes over his handsome face before meeting his gaze. “Did you think it was luck that you heard those conversations?” That caught Bucky’s attention, clearing some of the fog from his mind.

“No,” he scoffed, narrowing his eyes, “I planned it.” Bucky tried not to flinch hearing himself admit to his insidious habits.

“Did you?” you questioned sweetly, making him feel like a child again. The true nature of their interaction started to dawn on him. Every fiber of his being told him to pull away when you pressed closer, your lips ghosting over his but he was too enamored to listen to reason. “I hate to break it to you, but you were never in control.” Bucky let out a shaky sigh when your lips traveled over his cheek, breaking him out of his trance.

“You - you used me,” he hissed, tightening his grip on your waist, undeniably leaving bruises behind. Air hissed through his teeth when you nipped at his jaw, shuffling forward to press your chest against him. He was fighting a losing battle, his body humming with pleasure as your blunt nails grazed over his scalp.

“No…never,” you mumbled between kisses placed across his cheek. “I had to know how dedicated you are to me.” You finally leaned back to meet his eyes again, gently cupping his face, the action so tender it nearly brought tears to his eyes. “I had to know how far you’d go for me. What you’d do to have me.”

“Anything,” Bucky replied without hesitation.

“I know, baby,” you cooed, tracing the curve of his bottom lip. “You did everything perfectly.” The space between your lips was almost nonexistent and Bucky ached to taste you but he waited. You hesitated, staring into his half-lidded eyes, finding the steadfast devotion you craved. Although, you never doubted that Bucky was exactly what you needed. A pleased smile rounded your cheeks and Bucky whined softly when their lips slotted together. Sealing his fate.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, smothered by pleasure and relief, the rational part of his brain raged. First Hydra was pulling the strings and now you were his puppetmaster but at least you moved them with care, with love. Bucky ignored the thought, sinking deeper into your gravitation pull, losing himself in you and accepting his reality.

He would always be the puppet.

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zimwritez · 1 year

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summer stars

WC: 2.1 K

Warnings/BYR: nothing!

A/N: hiii! this is my first story on here! i wanted just to test the waters with some pure fluff (plz read it), but there will be a part two with more suggestive/smut parts! let me know how you like it! <3

After coming in from loading up the moving truck, you stand in front of the off-white house, your eyes wandering over its familiar suburban facade. Memories of your younger years come flooding back as you take in the sight before you. It's been years since you last saw this house, before you left for college. As you take in your surroundings, you realize that you had almost forgotten its shape.

Stepping inside, you're greeted by the scent of roses that fills the air. Your mom has always been obsessed with these flowers, ever since you were a little girl. The scent is so familiar that every time you catch a whiff of it outside your house, you're hit with an odd sense of deja vu. But here, inside the house, the fragrance is overwhelming, as if it has been bottled up and released into the air. The living room is cluttered with boxes of all shapes and sizes, piled high in every corner. The cardboard smell of the boxes mingles with the sweet scent of roses, creating a strange, yet comforting aroma.

You had to come back home, out of the city, because of your dad’s hospitalization. Your mom has to move full time near the hospital because of your dad’s permanent residence there. He’s always had health problems, but they haven’t been this serious until now. You'll be spending the summer here too, in case anything happens.

As you move through the house, you notice how much has changed since you left for college. The furniture is different, the wallpaper has been replaced, and there are new curtains hanging in the windows. You step into your childhood bedroom, and even though the rest of the house is changed, this room seems to be stuck in time. The posters are still on the wall, the bed is still perfectly made, and the air seems still. You scan the picture frames on your dresser, each one holding a memory of days gone by. They're snapshots of a time when life was simpler, when your high school friends and you would spend hours laughing and making memories. The faces staring back at you are those of friends you barely even see anymore, people you once considered your closest allies. In the years since you graduated and parted ways for college, time has lapsed and made it difficult to stay in touch. It's a bittersweet feeling, realizing how easily life can pull people apart.

You focus on one particular picture, a small frame holding a picture of you and a boy around the age of six. You squint your eyes and furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember who he is. The picture is a bit faded, the edges of the frame worn and chipped with age.

Suddenly, it all comes back to you. It’s the boy that you live next door to. You were friends up until middle school when he randomly transferred to online school. Somehow, you can’t remember his name. It may have started with a K? A C? You're not too sure.

You hear your mother calling your name from downstairs. Sluggishly walking down the stairs, you see another slightly older woman standing in the kitchen. She’s wearing a pink, knitted sweater, which is odd because it’s so hot outside. She wears a genuine smile on her face, too.

“Oh, Hello Ma’am.” “Woooow~ You’ve grown into such a beautiful woman!”

You stutter for a moment, trying to remember if you’ve seen this lady before. She barely looks familiar. Thankfully, after almost a full minute of silence, your mom chimes in.

“This is Mrs. Ji, from next door. She’s going to be helping you out if you need anything while I’m gone helping your dad.”

It all clicks in your head. This must be the mom for the boy from before. You speak,

“Oh, thank you so much! I doubt I will need much, but it’s nice to know I have someone to lean on!”

“Yes..You must remember my son, right? Changmin? He’s home for the summer too!”

Bingo.

“Oh that’s nice, I’ll have to say hi sometime.”

There’s a silent agreement as your mom whisks you away to continue moving boxes into the U-Haul, you take a moment to look around the house that you once called home. Despite the bittersweet feeling of having to help your mom leave, you push aside your emotions and focus on the task at hand. You diligently continue packing boxes and loading them onto the U-Haul, trying to make the move as smooth as possible.

Hours pass by as you work tirelessly to finish packing up your belongings. You finally reach the end of the moving process, but you're left with only the bare necessities in your temporary home. The house won't be sold until you go back to college for the next fall semester, so you'll be staying in this old place for the next couple of months.

As you say your last goodbye to your mom and watch her drive away, you take a deep breath and feel a mix of emotions wash over you. Relief that the move is over, sadness that you're leaving your childhood home, and excitement for the new chapter of your life that lies ahead.

After, you decide to take some time for yourself and settle into the new house. You turn on a movie and make some popcorn, enjoying the familiar comfort of an old favorite. As you sit on the couch, you realize that even though this house is new and unfamiliar, it's slowly becoming a home.

When looking at the clock that reads 11:58, you start to drift off, getting sleepier and sleepier as the night goes on. Just then, you hear a quiet knock at your door. Scared and confused, you move towards the blinds to look outside, but you can’t see anything since it’s so dark. You were contemplating opening the door when you hear a whispered voice call out your first name, followed by the words,

“It’s Changmin! Open the door!”

Even more confused, you gently crack open the door, and finally get a look at the boy that you haven’t seen throughout all of these years…and he’s beautiful! A small tipped nose, cute round eyes and an oddly long neck, you stare in awed silence as you admire who’s in front of you, pushing the confusion aside.

“Uhh…Earth to Y/N?”

You snap back to reality, focusing your eyes on his slightly concerned expression. You finally speak,

“Sorry. What did you need? Was I being too loud?”

He thinks for a moment, and continues,

“No, It’s not that. Um..” He stalls. “Do you maybe wanna go somewhere?”

Confused, you ask,

“What do you mean?” “Like right now, we can go somewhere and talk. I know a spot and I’m bored and I really need some fresh air.”

As you hear the poor boy stumble over his words, you can sense his nervousness. Without a second thought, you compassionately say yes and quickly put on your shoes. As you step out of the door, you feel the cold nighttime wind hit your skin, bringing back memories of sneaking out as a freshman in high school. You can't help but feel a sense of childhood mystery in the air that used to be filled with overworked tiredness. Tonight feels different.

You take a look at the tall boy who is kicking rocks with his worn-out Converse as he walks. He seems to be focused on nothing but the ground, lost in thought. You notice his slightly sparkling brown eyes and hair that's tinted differently due to the orange-colored street lights. You feel a sudden urge to know more about him and say,

“So…”

“Ah, sorry…I don’t talk much”

“Yeah, you aren’t really like the kid I remembered you to be. You used to scream bloody murder all the time, scaring every parent around. You smiled all the time too.”

“Hey! I smile now, you just haven’t made me do that yet”.

“Oh…I see…That’s my job?”

Flustered, he spurts, “No! I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just trying to show how I’m a positive person”.

You both quietly laugh as you hear cicadas in the background, really exemplifying the mood of summer. It gets quiet again though, between the two of you that is, and after a few minutes, he speaks.

“I’m sorry about your dad”.

A little stunned with such a dark topic, you continue, “Oh…It’s okay. It’s always been like this”

“Yeah, I remember. It’s just gotten worse, and I feel bad”

“What do you have to feel bad for? You’re the one that got him sick or something?”

He almost gets offended, but laughs again. “No-no, I just want to make sure everyone’s okay”.

As the conversation between you and him continues, you can't help but feel a sweet yet slightly awkward vibe. It's strange to see someone who you haven't seen in years, especially since so much has changed within that time. You find yourself staring at him, trying to see if there's any trace of the person you knew all those years ago.

You remember the last time you saw him, and how different things were back then. The way he spoke, his mannerisms, and his interests all seem different now. However, despite the changes, you're grateful that he's turned out to be a decently good guy. For some reason, it gives you a sense of satisfaction.

“Oh here, this is what I wanted you to see”

He reaches for your hand and pulls you through a small section of woods, where you come out to see an amazing view. You’re at “The Cliffs”, the town's high point. You can see everyone and everything from up here, and the sunsets are beautiful. Right now, though, you see hundreds of lights, some of them shutting off as the people of the town go to sleep. It’s always been a place that’s tender to your heart, because you spent it with…

“Do you remember?”

You stall for a moment, frozen in your tracks. This is the place where you spent many nights with Changmin, sneaking out of your parents house to go watch the sunset. You would talk about childish things, and it always made you two feel closer.

“Of course I do. Thank you so much for bringing me here, again”.

He smiles shyly, looking out towards the horizon and taking a seat on a rocky edge. You can’t tell if it’s just you, but there’s so much energy to get to know him, or eachother. It’s like you want to make up all the time that you lost.

“So why did you disappear when highschool started?”

He looks up at you with those big brown eyes, that are slightly illuminated by the moonlight. He murmurs around for a minute, and speaks,

“Oh, It’s just because I didn’t really like school. The days started to drag in middle school and you were one of the only reasons why I went everyday. The bullying was bad so I just decided to drop it.”

You had known about the bullying before, and how bad it affected Changmin, but you can’t really change much now so there’s nothing to say. What shocked you was what he said before that. The way he said it so matter of factly was so shocking. He said it as if wanting to see you everyday was a normal thing, which you guess it was. You two were friends, and who wouldn’t want to see their best friend everyday, right?

“That’s nice…I mean! It’s not nice that you were getting bullied, it was nice that you felt comfortable enough to drop school.”

He laughs at your embarrassed expression. “It’s okay. Was it lonely without me?”

Sarcastically, you speak, “Oh my god, it was unbearable. The worst torture I’ve been through in my whole life.” You both laugh.

The silence was back, but it wasn't awkward anymore. It was like a giant wave of calmness washed over us, making everything right. The air was filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions, but it was a peaceful silence that we both welcomed.

Changmin's nervousness melted away and was replaced with a feeling of security and comfort. You could feel the trust he had in you, like he knew that he could open up to you about anything without any fear of judgment. You felt a sense of responsibility, but also gratefulness for having him in your life.

Sitting there under the stars, you both knew that this moment would change everything. It felt like the entire summer was full of new possibilities and a chance for a deeper connection between you two. The future felt uncertain, but there was an unspoken promise that hung in the air, luring you to take a leap into the unknown.

#the boyz #tbz #tbz scenarios #tbz q #tbz changmin #kpop #changmin #q #q tbz #tbz kpop #tbz fluff

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lgcnayoung · 2 years

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Hello everyone, if you know, you know ;) I’ve brought in Nayoung, an older and hopefully more tame version of the gals I’ve brought in before. She’s been running rampant in my mind for the last half year & while she didn’t have the name Nayoung, she’s been an active muse in my head and other RPs that sadly did not stick around. I wanted nothing more than to bring her to LGC which is basically my home. ♡ Yes, after my time here, I realize I may be a bit notorious for losing and regaining muse, but I hope that we will be here to stay.

Nayoung comes from Taiwan, born there for her parents’ work reasons, but they moved to Daegu during her childhood and she was basically there until her late high school years, which is where she started to audition for companies before making it into Legacy.

Here are links to: - Profile - Plots

Pretty pretty please, if anyone can do the cultural workshop with me, for the trainee mission, I’d appreciate it! (3/3)

Mini tracking: - Hyunhee / Koda / Sejun [ Trainee Missions ] - Family Con [ Yura / Miyu ] - Non-event [ Lin / Chaoxing ]

Some plots we would be interested in is: - Some Chinese members that she would like to be friends with, and refresh her rusty Mandarin with! - Someone she is a big fan of in all the debuted groups. - Someone she is following the career hardcore of in Future Dreams (current season.) - Some good friends, some former friends due to some miscommunications (Nayoung can be kind of rash and brash in the past, especially when she first joined the company.) - Some fellow gals in the trainee idol route especially to mingle with, but also friends in the other routes and she is probably quite wistful that she cannot participate in those fun projects.

#(( OOC // is where it's at ** ))

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allthingsdarkanddirty · 2 years

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We are excited to let you know that PLAYBOY’S REWARD by Gina Azzi is LIVE!

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It was supposed to be one fake date…

When sexy-as-sin Harper Henderson launches profanities into the night sky from the balcony below mine, I’m forced to intervene. I may be a professional hockey player with a playboy reputation, but I’m also a good guy.

Charming and affable with unrivaled cheekbones and a lack of serious commitments (save for hockey), I make an impressive plus-one.

Volunteering to be Harper’s date to her dreaded ten-year high school reunion is easy. Pretending not to fall for her when our innocent kisses turn passionate is a little more challenging.

But when Harper returns the fake date favor and accompanies me to my parents’ anniversary party, everything changes. She garners my dad’s respect and effortlessly mingles with my childhood friends. She eases the familial pressure I drown under and makes me crave the things I used to laugh off.

Tangling up with Harper was supposed to be a fun way to pass the summer. So, why does it feel like she’s the real prize? The elusive, fleeting kind of real I’ve avoided for years?

And how can I prove that this playboy wants a different kind of reward? One that sounds a lot like commitment…

#newrelease #readmoreromance #needtoreaditnow #wildfiremarketingsolutions

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jewelsunrays · 2 years

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On Saturday I went for a bra fitting. I was kinda nervous, I thought standing there in my bra (crop top) would be really intimidating and I’d get body conscious. Especially considering what a late bloomer I am and that I’d never actually worn bras until that fitting. It went considerably better than expected though, but I did get confused on how much eye contact is appropriate to give to the woman who is gesturing to your boobs and her own boobs and discussing boobs and so on and so forth.

We got a Taco Bell after. There are only about 30 Taco Bells in the UK as opposed to hundreds, maybe a thousand?, McDonalds and such, so I really wanted to take the opportunity to try what I’d heard many people praise highly. It was good, but kinda mid. The way everyone claimed it to be great but it was just like something I could easily throw together at home but better was unfortunate but I’d still eat it again to be honest.

Then we went shopping. Growing up (by growing up I mean any time before 2020 where I feel all my life experiences and childhood truly ended) I’d never been a fan of shopping especially a shopping spree for hours as I’d get easily overwhelmed in changing rooms, with all the crowds and the noise, the heat and the ache of my feet. But in recent times I’ve learnt to tune out the negative in order to gather these life experiences even with all the bad mingled in, as I’ve ruined many moments that could’ve been formative experiences and great stories in the future by simply focusing on the negative and hiding in a corner and just spending my whole time trying to leave. Thats not really a way to live a life, so I tried my best to stay upbeat all day.

I’ve really been into brighter colours recently, so I bought some nice new tops, and a skirt for the first time ever. I also bought a dress but the skirt doesn’t suit my figure and makes my legs look bad, so I’ll perhaps have to get one with a skirt that flares out more like the skirt. I really went outside my comfort zone that day - a bra fitting, trying new food and drinks (that strawberry + mango ice drink was amazing), buying clothes that I’d probably be scared to wear or buy two years ago. I really hope I can keep this up! I also bought some bras, some earrings, a lacy grey matching pyjama set and I almost forgot but it just hit me as I was writing - the cutest converse trainers ever! They were like normal black high-top Converse but with pretty pastel flowers embroidered into the side and a pastel purple sole. I think I got emotional seeing them in the store and realising I could wear them.

So that was truly the first time I’d ever enjoyed shopping even though my mum’s bank account is probably suffering. I can’t wait for the opportunity to wear my new clothes, hopefully at Wetherspoons this Sunday if mum keeps to her word? I suppose she’ll forget though lmao.

Right now there is the most atrocious heatwave imaginable in the UK. It reached 34°C today, what a sick joke. And my friends from other countries are like ‘um damn ok’ and don’t really understand that - according to people that have actually been abroad - UK heat is just the absolute worst, we’re not built for this. Neither the cities or the houses or the people are built for this. My younger brother is staying off school because my mum fears for his health, that’s how sickly this heat is. I am trying to cherish it and would like to go on a walk but I know realistically I will pass out. Worse, all the ice cream and lollies in supermarkets have sold out so we can’t keep cool through that :(

I can’t wait for winter even though I know it will probably be depressing. My favourite weather, my least favourite time of year, if that makes sense. Even though I love Christmas despite its painfulness. I just love the cold and rain and snow despite the vibes that come with the heat is absolutely unmatched. This is why autumn and spring are rivalled for my favourite seasons, you get a good healthy mix of both weathers.

Also, if I get to go on a shopping trip to buy winter clothes to last me between October-May I will be so excited oh my gosh

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (4)

I am sorry for not posting in a while. School is a total bitch. Here is part 4 of a fic that is not a fic.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

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Tall Marinette.(I admit I might be projecting a little here.)

One day, she took out something from someplace high and the whole family realized that ‘holy shit when did you get so tall?’

Bonus if Jason comes back from a long mission and had a wtf moment because she was wearing 6-inch-heels and met his eyes with them on.

“Pixie?!”

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You know how Bruce has the identity of Matches Malone to infiltrate the Gotham Underground.

While Jason does the drug deals more street crime stuff, Maria uses an excuse of being the representative for Red Hood excuse to mingle with the rich people who does crime on the side (Penguin), she uses it to go to black market auctions and buy some of the lost miraculouses which got into the hands of black market dealers.

Jason knows about it and acts as her ‘bodyguard’ anytime he can or sends one of his henchmen to be one with a death threat if she gets a single scratch on her.

Bruce is unaware of this. Or is he?

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Mari helps with running WE since she is a little less busy with the vigilante side of things.

It started with Tim panicking about deadlines and Mari offering to help, to Bruce and Tim bullying the board to have her as co-CEO.

She has to be that and head of Afterlife. So she is very busy. Doesn’t know about what comes next….

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Somehow the class comes to Gotham for a trip. It has been 3 years since her death.

Mari has changed her appearance since the day she left Paris. She has highlights in her hair after a ‘sibling bonding day’ with Jason. Her hair is kept short for convenience and not in pigtails. Along with her tall height and more confident aura, she is almost unrecognizable.

She rides a motorcycle too.

The class waits in the lobby for the tour and in walks this badass woman with aviator sunglasses, leather jacket and designer clothes which was all MT brand, making a lot of people swoon.

She takes off her glasses and walks past the class. Checking stuff on her phone and sipping coffee in her other hand.

She seems familiar but they couldn’t figure out why. (All except Chloe, Alix and Felix who are snickering in the background.)

Lila sees her and comments on how she must be a criminal with the way she dresses. (Lila internally freaks out because were her eyes messing with her? Because she looked a little like Marinette. Also jealous of the new arrival for stealing all the attention.) Alya takes the bait and calls security to ‘arrest’ her.

They just laugh. The class doesn’t understand, speaking in confused French.

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“I am Maria Todd-Wayne, also known as designer MT. CEO of Afterlife and co-CEO of the very company you are in. I am allowed in here. Don’t judge a book by its cover.” she said in perfect French.

“But Lila told us you can’t speak French.”

“Who?”

“Lila Rossi, your friend. She told us that you and MT were dating.”

“Me dating myself. Okay I love myself because self-love is a thing but that is a whole other level. MT are my initials. Anyone who has a brain could have figured that out or at the very least do a Google search. I am not sure where your friend got that notion.”

“Hey, Bean, come on. We have a long day ahead of us.” Tim reminded her.

“Goodbye but cease the rumours or you would be escorted off the premises.”

As they rode up the elevator, “Tim, why are they here?”

“They are the lucky winners of the Wayne Enterprise Young Prodigies Contest. Why, Maria?”

“Lucky, huh.” She muttered under her breath. She might as well tell him. They are the Bats and they will find out anyway. “They are from my old class, the one you know…”

“Oh. Want me to send them back? I can do that if they are making you uncomfortable.”

“Nah. Too much to deal with. And it is unfair to send them back over a petty grudge. Besides, I could have some fun.”

“Anything that Bruce and I should be worried about?”

“I swear no killing. Just because Jason came back from the dead, hell-bent on killing. Doesn’t mean I am too.”

“Cool, just don’t do any property damage or traumatize our employees.”

“I might need you to erase some footage later and tell Bruce about this.”

“Some brownies, my favourite coffee cake, the ‘special’ brew and you have yourself a deal.”

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So basically she just showed up around where the class was ‘by coincidence’.

Talk to a few people and take them out of earshot of the rest of the class.

End the conversation by saying a few things only they and her would know. Insides jokes and secrets. (I pick her old childhood friends like, Nino, Kim and maybe Sabrina)

Uses Trixx to turn into a walking dead version of her 15-year old self and disappears as they freak out about how she knew that secret/story.

Freaks them out further by appearing again in front of the whole class and pretending not to know their previous conversation.

Mari manages to get Lila alone.

I should also say that Lila thought that her curse was making her see MT as Marinette.

It terrifies Lila when she finds out that MT is actually Marinette, not dead but alive after all this time and apparently living the high life she wanted. This fact made the Italian swell up with jealousy.

“I hope you are not lying about me again, Lila Rossi. Like you always do.”

“What do you want with me? I swear I didn’t say anything else about you.”

“Aw, Lila. Don’t recognize me?”

Maria flickers and Ladybug is in her place and later, the Marinette that appeared in her bedroom and back to normal.

“You! How? Why are you here? Why can’t you leave me alone?”

“Why not? I mean you did take away nearly all my friends, my parents and made my life a living hell. If you think about it, I am just repaying you the same favor. How are the others? Treating you well?”

“What did you do to me, you bitch?”

“I just put a curse on you. The ghosts of your past will haunt you until you stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop Lying, Liar. They all feed and grow in power from your lies. I wonder what would happen in a few years if you kept this up.”

“You think you can get away with this. This is war and I have already beaten you once.”

“Oh Rossi. This isn’t a war. It’s a death sentence.” With that she disappears.

Lila tries to tell her class that MT is actually Marinette. She is met with crazy looks. Some of them look like they want to believe her but don't because they don’t want to look crazy too.

Oh. Adrien wasn’t on the trip because his mother didn’t want him to go to the crime capital of America although the crime rate has gone down a little due to Hellbat curing some of the city’s bad energy..

Right after Lila told the class about MT, Scarecrow came to steal some Wayne tech and the class got caught in the crossfire. So later, it was brushed off as Lila seeing things due to the fear toxins.

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Joker made the mistake of kidnapping her. Once was enough to never try that again.

(It involved the use of nearly all of the Miraculouses, old and new. He was thoroughly humiliated at the end of it and his picture by the time Hellbat was done with him was on the Batfam’s Christmas Card. Like I said she doesn’t kill but making them beg for death was okay.)

It coincided with Jason’s Birthday and the video of the incident was ‘the best birthday present ever.’ The uncensored version was watched at the next undead siblings bonding day. Damian included.

After hearing a few rumours about what happened, most criminals were glad for Hellbat’s rare appearances. (which happens once a month and during really busy time of the year)

There was a time where Penguin was carrying out one of their plans and when Hellbat showed up, all of their thugs surrendered instantly. (No Batman did not pout at the fact that this French girl was more imitating than him.)

Scarecrow used his newest batch of fear toxin on her during the first year after she died.

He was astounded to see her still standing and she later proceeded to beat the crap out of him while being under the toxin’s influences.

He has tried to stay out of her way since then.

She saw Scarecrow as Hawkmoth and said a lot of things in French which scared everyone because she said it with so much hate, anger and in a very menacing tone that everyone is like ‘I am not touching this.’

It took Red Hood and Nightwing to restrain her from further beating Scarecrow up.

He was one of the people who sympathised with the Joker after the Incident.

The next was Riddler being so arrogant in his plans and managed to get Hellbat and Spoiler into a death trap.

“You know I have a few regrets in life. And my final one is that I got captured and am now going to get killed by a walking fashion disaster.”

“Hey! I made this myself. I will have, you know.”

“You have a brilliant mind but no sense of fashion at all. When I get out of here, I am going to burn that thing with you in it, for your crimes against fashion.”

“What is wrong with it?”

Cue a lot of roasting of Riddler’s costume and Spoiler adding more fuel to the fire.

They manage to escape while Riddler is crying on the floor, having an existential crisis.

The thing was no one knows why Riddler was silent the entire week after encountering Hellbat and crying when anyone mentions it.

They now think Hellbat is the scariest one in the Batfamily, second to Batman and tied with Black Bat/Orphan.

The few who find out what really happened in the warehouse that night. Blackmail material on the Riddler.

Three ( four if you count Penguin) of Gotham’s biggest villains of the Rogues Gallery scared of Bats’ newest addition. Hellbat was not someone they wanted to mess with.

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Magic crisis stuff. Like a world ending event thing. Dr. Fate says they need the Miraculous jewels but the last mention of them had been in Paris a few years ago and had vanished since then.

Costantine looked at Batman. “You know who you have to call.”

Batman calls Hellbat. Who hasn’t been introduced yet to the JL.

“Ah. Bats. Not that I question your authority or anything but how can your newest ‘ward’ help us?”

She takes off her helmet and reveals her face and more importantly, her earrings.

Tikki comes out of her hiding place.

“I am the current Guardian of the Miracle Box and wielder of the Ladybug miraculous during Hawkmoth’s reign in Paris a few years ago. Any other Questions?”

“Oh great Guardian. Tikki. It is an honour to meet you.”-Wonder Woman, who else.

“You too, Princess Diana. Pass on my regards to your mother.”-Tikki

A huge face-off and the big evil is defeated.

WW asks abt HM and gives a horrified face at the end of her story. Nearly everyone who eavesdropped on the conversation was.

"Forgive me, Guardian for not aiding you in your hour of need.”

“It’s okay. I understand that there are other crises, world-ending ones that JL have to take care of. I am better now. Mostly.”

“I doubt it with those revenge schemes I found lying around. But she is getting there with her therapist.”-Batman

“I hate you, Dad.”

“Did you just call him Dad?”

“No….”

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

“I see you as a nuisance with how nosy you are with my personal business. So you are more of a bother figure.”

“I see you as part of the family too, Daughter.” (Got that reference anyone?)

“Jason was the one who adopted me.”

“Legally you are adopted by me.”

Maria with Pikachu surprised face because nobody told her that. “My life is a lie.”

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(Part 5)

#graveyard sibling #platonic jasonette #maribat #mlb x dc #platonic daminette #platonic timinette #some class salt #lila salt #lila bashing #joker doesn't look good here either #platonic! jasonette #siblings jasonette #platonic timminette #marinette and stephanie teaming up to rip into Riddler's costume

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bqstqnbruin · 2 years

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First request of the morning. Number 58 and josty?

Oops these are left over from the beginning of the year I still have a few of them so enjoy

you’re my best friend’s older sibling that I only ever see around the holidays and this year we’re both single

WC: 1338

Warnings: None

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“Are you sure you’re ok to come to this?” Kacey’s worried tone came through the phone. “I understand if you don’t want to.”

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes. You knew why she was concerned; you just broke up with your boyfriend, Max, and she thought that since it was so close to the holidays that you were going to be in a bad mood because of it. But you weren’t. You loved Max, but you didn’t like him. As much as you both wanted things to work, you couldn’t. Breaking up was the only thing you could do, and honestly, it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. It made you think you didn’t actually know what love was. “Kace, I’m fine,” you try to reassure her.

“I just don’t want you to be surrounded by all these couples when you’re going to be the only one single.”

“Kacey, I’m coming, I’m getting into my car as we speak,” you tell her. She finally gives up trying to ask you, or maybe convince you, not to go out of fear of you having a meltdown.

You weren’t particularly looking forward to going to this party, but it was tradition, and you don’t fuck with tradition. At least not one like this. You went every year, the last party of the year with all your friends before everyone went off for the holidays and you wouldn’t see each other until the new year. Granted, when you started this tradition in middle school, you were only apart for about two weeks, but then, it felt like such a long time. Now, two weeks felt like nothing.

By the time you got to your friend's house, you were contemplating not getting out of your car and just turning back to head home. The more you thought about it, the more Kacey’s suggestion of staying home and now being around a bunch of couples from when you went to high school would have been fine.

Before you could turn the key in the ignition back, you jumped at a knock on your window, Kacey’s eager face waving in your window and trying to open your door.

“Ok, ok, calm down. You’re acting like a feral barn cat,” you mutter, getting out of your car.

“Feral barn cats don’t have the opposable thumbs to try to open the door, that’s an unfair comparison,” she tries to counter. “Sure, Kace.”

“Oh, guess what?” she asks you, startling you as she whipped around before you opened the door. “I convinced Tyson to come tonight, too.”

“Why is that significant?” you ask, pushing past her to open the door and get inside. She puts her hand on yours right as you’re about to open the door. “You know he and Audrey broke up, right?”

You freeze, trying to figure out why your brain felt like it was short circuiting at that moment. It didn’t take long to figure out: Tyson had been your childhood crush since you could comprehend what a crush was. You were sure that even when you were with Max, part of you still liked Tyson. You had to admit, even while hooking up with Max, Tyson came to mind more often than you would like to admit. “He’s...he’s single?” you stammer out.

Kacey tries to hold back a laugh, knowing about the dumb crush you had on her older brother. She bites her lip, a teasing grin on her face. “Single and ready to mingle.”

The two of you go inside, you praying that you didn’t run into Tyson and make a fool of yourself in front of the man who had occupied your thoughts all these years later. It didn’t help that he was Kacey’s older brother, or that he was a celebrity in your hometown because of what he did today. You should have moved away when you had the chance and just tried to find someone who wasn’t Tyson or Max and just live a life away from the possible turmoil that would have been-

“Hey!” you see Tyson coming up to you, his arms open to pull you in for a hug before you could say anything. “God, I’ve missed you.”

You finally process his arms around you, returning the hug and feeling him squeeze a little tighter when you tell him, “I’ve missed you, too.”

The two of you pull apart, his arms lingering on your waist as he gives you a soft smile that makes your heart flutter at the sight. “How are you?” he asks, his voice quiet. “Kacey told me about you and Max.”

You shrug, playing it off as best as you can. “Could have been worse, could have been better. Either way, it had to happen.”

“Then, I’m glad it did,” he says. “Audrey and I broke up, too.”

“Kacey told me,” you respond, suddenly feeling awkward with his arms still around you, your hands on his shoulders still. “Are you ok?” “Same thing as you: could have been better and worse.”

You stand there in awkward silence, wishing you knew what you could say to him. You could always just tell him what you’ve been dying to tell him forever, that you liked him. What was the harm in telling him now that you were both single? He would be leaving for Colorado again in no time, and you could stay there at home with your broken heart, or just up and leave for your heart to be broken somewhere else.

“Uh, I need to find my sister,” Tyson finally says, dropping his arms from you. “I haven’t seen her since I got in.” He leaves you alone, you still trying to figure out what just happened. Tyson had looked at you the same way he always had: the goofy smile, his eyes and nose scrunching with him flashing his teeth. It was the same, but something about it was softer. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but it was just different.

You get preoccupied by one of your friends from high school, a girl who you hadn’t talked to since the last time you were all together at the last holiday party. She was gushing about how great her life was, her new promotion, her and her boyfriend moving in together, everything that was going right in her life, while you were just happy that you were actually consciously eating a vegetable at least once a day and not just surviving off of store brand mac and cheese as your source of nutrients.

Eventually you had to make some excuse to get away from her, the overly positive vibe coming off of her making you slightly nauseous and in need of a lot of alcohol so you didn’t have to actually pay attention to her. You make your way to the kitchen, overhearing Kacey and Tyson talking by the counter.

“What do you mean?” you hear Kacey say as you try to stay out of her line of sight. “It took everything to convince her to come tonight, go talk to her. You two have always been friends. And, please, she’s my best friend.”

You can see Tyson leaning against the counter, his hands covering his face. They were talking about you, but why would Tyson look like that if they were? “We were just friends when we met. We could hang out and do anything we wanted when you weren’t around. But then one day, I just looked at her and, I don’t know, I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t talk when I was around her, I worried about what I wore, how my hair looked. All I wanted to do was just grab her and kiss her. And now, here we are, both single for the first time in how long, and I can’t do it.”

“Why can’t you do it?”

Tyson lets out a sigh, his head facing the ceiling. “I can’t do that to her. I can’t kiss her, or tell her how I feel when I have to leave for Denver the next day.”

“How do you feel?” You could feel your heart racing, doing everything you could to stay quiet long enough to hear his response.

“I’ve always loved her.”

#tyson jost imagines #tyson jost #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagines #avalanche #avalanche imagines #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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landothemuppet · 3 years

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Far Longer Than Forever (p.p)

Word count: 4737

Pairing : peter parker

Request: YES! ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. The Swan Princess is one of my childhood movie and this was so fun to write. I can’t stop listenning the soundtrack now ! I’m so sorry for the time i took to write this, i had so much work to do with school. But it’s over now and i hope you will like this !

N/A: First, gif not mine but i don’t know who i’m gonna credit on this, i have no clue...This is my first Peter Parker x reader and i hope you all will like it! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx

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As far as you can remember, you've always hated summer. Well, it was partly a lie. You loved the sweltering heat of Queens, the cherry popsicles from Delmar's, not having to worry about what time you had to get up. You liked it but hated the idea of the last two weeks of August.

This year was no exception. You looked at your half-finished suitcase, a grimace on your face. August still meant the same thing, the same routine: having to spend the last three weeks of his vacation with Peter Parker.

summer 2009

Peter Parker had lost his parents very early on, two years ago. He had lived since then with his aunt May and his uncle Ben. It was your mother's idea to introduce you to each other. Aunt May and your mom were friends from college and luckily, they lived in the same neighborhood. Your first meeting with the one who, many years later, would become Spider-Man, took place on his eighth birthday. You were invited to the party when you weren't even at the same school. Aunt May had simply shared his fears about Peter's difficulty making friends after the trauma he had experienced. Your mother, as the perfect friend that she was, had suggested that Peter and you spend time together.

There were 3 kids in total at that birthday party, you, Peter - obviously - and a boy from his school whose mother had forced him to be there, too. It was a fact; you were the only girl and you didn't know Peter at all. Your mother walked up to you, got up to your eye level and whispered

"Can you be nice? May told me she invited Peter's whole class and only this boy came"

You wanted to please your mother so you nodded before approaching the two boys. Peter and his friend were in the corner of the room, their backs turned to the adults. When you tapping the young boy on the shoulder to make you notice by him, he turned to you with a guilty expression. He had buttercream all over the corner of his mouth and he was holding a cupcake in his hand that looked delicious.

“My Aunt May tried to bake a cake, but Uncle Ben bought some cupcakes in anticipation. Do you want one?” Peter asked you in a friendly voice

“Why? Is May's cake not good?

“Uncle Ben says that she is not very good at cooking.”

You let out a little laugh and nodded your head before grabbing the cupcake with a smile. You thanked him and began to taste the little pastry with envy. It was so good! The buttercream was lemony, the cupcake was slightly lemony too but there was a taste you couldn't recognize. You were almost sure you had tasted it before, but you couldn't tell what it was. Peter and the other boy suggested that you go to Peter's room. He wanted to show you the LEGO set his uncle Ben had given him ahead of time and you followed them even though you weren't more excited about the idea.

And you were right. For several minutes, you were pushed aside while the two young boys spoke spiritedly. You complained several times that you wanted to do something else but Peter didn't seem to listen to you, too excited to finally be able to chat with someone who appreciated Star Wars as much as he did.

So you were annoyed and slightly angry with Peter but what broke the camel's back is that you started to not feel so good. Your throat was itching and you felt like your tongue was taking up a lot more space in your mouth, getting drier. Peter gave you a distracted look before his eyes widened. He let go of everything he had in his hands before running to his aunt.

"Aunt May, Aunt May! Y/N's tongue looks like a big, desiccated steak!"

"Peter, don't be rude!" she exclaimed, shocked by her nephew’s words

"No, no come see, she has a huge tongue! I think something is wrong"

Meanwhile, you ran into the bathroom at Peter's reaction. You weren't sure why he had looked at you like that, but you felt that a few things were wrong. In addition, you were more and more thirsty, your eyes also hurt. And that's when you saw your reflection. You were puffy, your tongue had tripled in size, hence this feeling of dryness and discomfort. It was the same with your throat. You started to cry and when May called you through the bathroom door, you fervently opened it.

May and your mother's expression of horror was instantaneous and your mother knew exactly what was causing your condition.

"What did she eat?"

"Nothing..." he tried to escape from being grounded

"Peter, this is very important. What did you eat?"

"We just ate the cupcakes Uncle Ben brought back"

Ben looked at May with guilty eyes. May had put so much effort into Peter's birthday cake and she felt hurt that they had bought some pastries in anticipation. Your mother was impatiently stamping her foot. It was important to know exactly what you had eaten and above all, you shouldn't waste any more time. Peter felt completely helpless. He had only given a cupcake to his guest, that’s all. What was wrong with giving someone a cupcake?

"What were those cupcakes flavor?" your mother said impatiently ...

"With lemon and almonds." he said in a very small voice.

You were panicked. And the eight-year-old that you were was not coping well with stress. Plus, your feeling of being sidelined by Peter and his friend made you feel even worse. So you frowned. You couldn't see a thing but you could feel the torrent of tears escaping your cheeks. You pointed at Peter with rage

"You tried to kill me !!!" you said somehow with your tongue as big as a little tangerine.

"It's not true!"

"Yes! You are a murderer"

And you cried even more before your mother takes you to the emergency room as quickly as possible, apologizing for the scene.

The week later, May forced Peter to apologize for giving you a cupcake, while justifying that he didn't know about your allergy. Your mother forced you to apologize for insulting Peter "a murderer" and accept his apologies.

But you spent the rest of the vacation arguing with the little guy. After all, you didn't want to be friends with a murderer.

Summer 2013

Aunt May and your mom didn't let go, however, and every summer you spent three damn weeks with Peter. The summer of your twelve years, you did not thus escape this eternal masquerade but this year, the tide had turned in your favor.

From the start, you never liked Star Wars. It really wasn't your world. You had always preferred Harry Potter and although Peter had read the books and enjoyed them - which he would never admit to you as that would amount to listing the commonalities you had - he was much more invested in the galactic universe. But on that day, Peter had particularly bothered you. He had first replaced the sugar in your hot chocolate with salt. He kept chanting silly nursery rhymes about you and the downstairs neighbor, insinuating that you were in love: which was not the case. Yes, Peter had been extremely annoying. This time Peter was getting on your nerds by bouncing a small ball against the ceiling as you tried to read your book. Uncle Ben was in the living room watching the sport - you weren't sure exactly which one since it didn't matter to you - so you couldn't go anywhere else to be quiet.

"Peter, stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked by bouncing the ball once more off his ceiling. You could even make out the smirk on his lips.

"That. Stop it! I can't read."

"This is nothing new."

You threw him the first thing you found on his desk, c.e, a banana, which he easily dodged. You groaned in frustration. May and your mother didn't understand when you talked about Peter's attitude towards you. He was a calm child, far too shy at school and interested in everything, especially science. He was looking forward to entering Midletown High School in two years. You hated that nerd side about him. Secretly, you were a little jealous of him for being the smartest in the room.

“I'm gonna hit you so hard you won't know your name anymore”

“ try me, dumbass.”

A few minutes later, he had finally stopped throwing that damn ball, but obviously Peter's boredom was driving him to find everything the most boring thing than the previous one to drive you crazy. This time, he had simply taken his favorite lightsaber - because he had several - and he was poking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Parker, stop!"

"Don't you want to drop this book and watch a movie?"

"What do you want to watch? Star Wars? No thanks ..."

"Oh come on, Y / N! I'm sure you'll like it!"

He patted you on the shoulder once more with his lightsaber.

"Do you want to play this, Parker?" you said before grabbing one of his other lightsabers

"What are you going to do? I'm sure you don't know how to fight with" he mocked.

You have lit the glowing plastic stick and you are placed in the guard position.

"Do you want to bet, knothead?"

He smiled at you and attacked you first. Strangely, this is what most resembled a moment of bond between Peter and you and deep down, you appreciate it. But you also appreciate that possibility of kicking his ass after he's been so irritating. You responded to his lightsaber attacks with ease and joy. It was playful, childish, but it was one of the few times you had fun with Peter. And you really appreciate it. Your two laughs mingled, echoing in the room.

But suddenly, as you were trying to dodge an attack from the brunet, your elbow made contact with his face. Peter's muffled cry of pain echoed and you froze. He was holding his nose with a grimace and when he took his hand away you both noticed in horror that he was bleeding.

"Fuck…"

"Pete..." you started talking

"You blew my nose!" Peter shouted

"I did not do it on purpose!" you defended yourself.

"Of course, you do! You fucking blew my nose!"

"Peter, I swear ..."

But Peter interrupted you by rushing out of his bedroom looking for his aunt who was in the office as she tried to file the important papers, that Ben and her had received this week. You were livid. First, because you didn't mean to hurt Peter on purpose. Second, you couldn't stand the sight of blood and it was literally everywhere. Peter was leaving trails of droplets on the floor of the apartment.

"Aunt May?!? Y/N blew my nose! Damn, I'm bleeding!"

After a brief stint in the ER, the rest of the stay was peaceful as you and Peter avoided each other until the end of the summer.

Summer 2017

Peter was not the Peter you had always known.

Since the death of his uncle Ben, the young man had closed in on himself and was even further away. Always so intelligent and discreet but much more distant. He had stopped teasing you or doing things that got on your nerves. He was minding his own business. And even though you had tried to be there for him, not denying him any of the offers he made to you during your stay ... you found him really ... overwhelmed. Which was still understandable.

But this year was worse than the last. May told your mother that last year Peter got an internship at Stark Industry and attended a seminar in Germany but came back with a black eye. He had been acting most weirdly ever more since then. And you could have witnessed it. In the afternoon, when you were busy, and when it was too hot, when you tried to rest, Peter would disappear for hours. When you caught him sneaking back several times, he made you promise not to tell Aunt May.

And you were starting to have theories about his nighttime getaways. After all, you were 16 and you too had started dating a few boys. But it never really worked. who knows why?! And when you wondered if Peter had a girlfriend, and who she was - he had to have one in view of all his sneaking out - your stomach twisted in a strange feeling. You didn't understand why the thought of Peter having a girlfriend bothered you so much. Over time, you had learned to be friends. It still happened sometimes that you quarreled but the events of the life made you grow up. Your parents had divorced, Peter had lost his uncle. You could tell yourself that you both had grown.

And it was one night when Peter was sneaking back in again that you discovered two secrets.

The first one: He was Spider-Man.

It was around midnight when you heard the sound of the window opening. Since your childhood and this Machiavellian plan of your mother and Aunt May, you had always slept in Peter's room during holiday and more recently in his bed. The noise alerted you and you got up in a sitting position. But the only thing you saw was a foot, placed on this said window, closing it gently. How the hell was that possible?

You were ready to scream but your gut told you to look up at the ceiling. A figure hung on it and you were paralyzed. Were you having one of those weird experiences called sleep paralysis? Delicately, silently, you grabbed the first blunt object within reach. A chemistry book that Peter seemed particularly fond of. The figure stepped on the ceiling as you were paralyzed. The form turned to land on the ground and then stood up, still with its back to you. You got up gently from Peter's bed and walked over. The man in the suit whose color you couldn't see took off his mask and you hit the air in an attempt to shoot him down. Peter turned around so quickly and blocked your gesture easily, like a reflex.

"What the ..."

"Bloody hell".

You both said at the same time. Your big surprised eyes mirrored Peter's. The curly man let go of your hand with an apologetic expression as you walked away from your friend. You turned on the bedside lamp before you discovered his blue and red costume. A very recognizable costume since it was that of Spider-Man. You winced, a look of judgment and incomprehension on your face. Not bothering to look at his face covered with bruises and traces of blood.

"What the ... are you sneaking out to go to a costume party?"

"What?! No…No Y/N I’m…”

“Spider-Man? Great costume by the way” you joked.

For a moment, you completely forgot that you just saw your friend glued upside down to the ceiling. Peter looked at you a little jaded, by the tone of your voice your guess was far from a sincere question but more of a mockery. And right now, the young man needed to be honest with you. He needed you.

"But, I am."

"Yeah that's it. And I slept with the Winter Soldier. You can't imagine what he can do with his metal arm."

Peter cut you off by pulling a web with his web shooter, tying your hands. The feel of the canvas was unpleasant, sticky but above all resistant. You let out a little cry of surprise, not powerful enough to pass the walls of Peter's room. Your eyes looked like two big golf balls, realizing that your friend was telling the truth.

"Omg, You're Spider-Man" you almost spoke too loud.

"Yes and don't make me web your mouth. May doesn't have to know"

"damn, peter. What happened to your face!"

“yeah about that…I need you Y/N, please…”

And without warning, Peter squeezed the spider in the middle of his costume, at chest level. He winced at the action revealing his bruised chest. He staggered a bit from the action, unsure of his legs and the pain in his sides fierce. You might see several bruises and cuts on your friend's body. You were having difficulty swallowing before you told him you were going to the bathroom to get what you needed. Before leaving the room, he made you promise to be discreet and not tell May anything if she ran into you. When you walk back into Peter's room, he's sitting half-lying on his bed, grimacing. You sit next to him, your heart pounding. You never noticed that he was so built. After all, as a superhero, he had to keep fit. But you couldn't deny that it intimidated you. Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment and a desire you never knew before. He had his eyes closed, as if trying to make the pain go away. And there, looking at him, you found him pretty. he was so cute that you couldn't help but run your hand through his curls to signal your presence and soothe him a bit. But Peter already knew you were there. He had heard your footsteps, he had smelled your scent, a sweet scent he had grown used to in his later years. He sighed softly, more relaxed. You started to clean the few shallow wounds.

"Does it hurt?" you asked quietly

"Mhmm no, not really."

"Did you win?"

"Ouch..No. Not tonight."

"Sorry." you said more for your gesture rather than the fact that he didn't win the fight against the bad guys.

"No, it's perfect ... it's just a little sensitive"

You smiled but something was wrong. A feeling you've never felt before. You've finished cleaning up Peter's wounds, but your gaze has darkened. As you were about to get up, the brunette gently grabbed your wrist to hold you back. He could hear your calm breathing and yet your heart was racing. He could feel the heat on your cheeks. He too felt that the tension was at its height. Your mind was muddled, he didn't know why, he wasn't a telepath, but he could see it, feel it. Your body betrayed your mind.

"Y/N, what is it?"

"I..I don't know." you lied.

"You can tell me everything."

"I ... Well…Seeing you like this ... makes me ... makes me realize that I ... I'm afraid of losing you."

"You won't lose me ... I promise"

You are ashamed of your vulnerable state. How did you go from hating this boy to having an overwhelming fear of losing him? You looked at those chocolate eyes in confusion and distress. You were now fully aware that the little neighborhood spider was none other than your childhood friend. The one you once loved to hate, tease, fight with over trivia. He was also on the youtube videos, who stopped cars with his bare hands.

“Y/N… you won’t lose me, I promise.”

Peter dared to walk slowly towards you and in a surge of courage, one of his hands circled your burning cheek, his lips rested on yours. The brunette had always had a crush on you without actually admitting it. After all, you had known each other since you were children but... your relationship had been rather confrontational. But for two years now, everything had changed for him. He appreciated more and more your little arguments, your teasing. His thoughts would sometimes turn darker when you lick your lips or when your fingers scratched that point behind your ear, when you were a little stressed.

Your lips moved between them in a harmonious dance and you were now clinging desperately to Peter's slightly sweaty brown curls. Your heart was pounding at a speed close to the point of no return, reluctant to stop suddenly in the face of this overstimulation. But all good things came to an end and you slowly walked away. You bit your lip to get the taste of Peter's back. Your mind wandered, lost in the haze of rushing feelings.

"You..you should rest ..."

You ended up pulling away, swallowing hard. That night you didn't sleep. You have studied every facial feature of Peter, thinking of every event since your friendship. The next day, you fooled that nothing had happened. Too scared of what that kiss meant to you.

Summer 2025

It all happened so quickly. After that summer, the summer of your kiss, you promised yourself that you understood your feelings towards Peter. You weren't going to the same high school and even though you were both on social media, you never dared to contact him. You needed time.

But you haven't had this time. Peter became full-time Spider-Man and then the aliens came to earth, again. The threat of Thanos hovered and within moments, days, hours ... you were gone under his snap.

When you returned to your childhood apartment, you were alone. Well, alone in front of the family who lived in this place now. The man in his forties simply believed you were a drug-hunting teenager squatter. Five damn years had passed. 5 years where your mother had a new life when you had been eclipsed. You were distraught, alone and it was by happy coincidence that you found May at the F.E.A.S.T project. It was a relief for you to find a familiar face again. She had suggested that you come and live in her new temporary apartment, allowing you to finish high school without having to move to the other end of the United States, with your mother. You declined your offer. You wanted to fend for yourself. And surprisingly, you did pretty well.

To be exact, Mr. Delmar was looking for a student to work in his store and was kind enough to greet you in the bedroom of one of his daughters who had gone to college. By the greatest of luck, you've never seen Peter. Or rather, you managed to avoid it for an entire year. You had caught a glimpse of him one day, trying to speak Italian to get a travel adapter and a dual headphone adapter. Did you feel foolish thinking that after so long - could we consider those 5 years to be 5 concrete years? - would it still focus on the kiss you shared? After all, you got away from him after that. And then, everything went in a state of madness.

Every time you turned on the television, you learned that elemental monsters had attacked a different country. They had first started with Mexico and then moved to Europe. Italy, Prague and then London. A certain Mysterio seemed to be taking care of this matter, but you couldn't help but think of Peter. May told you he was supposed to go to Italy. In fact, every time she went to Delmar's for a sandwich, she gave you an update on her nephew's trip. But it wasn't the craziest.

Upon his return ... Spider-man's identity was revealed. You had watched in horror the video of Mysterio, which appeared on the Daily Buggle newspaper, accusing Peter of wanting to be the new Iron-Man. You were listening to J. Jonah Jameson falsely accusing Peter of being a murderer. You knew Peter, and there was no way he had done such an act. The video was bogus, you were sure. When you tried to reconnect that summer, you noticed Peter's girlfriend. Michelle Jones and ... and that's what kept you from approaching him. He was already supported. He had his best friend, Ned. His girlfriend, MJ. And he had May. It was enough, wasn't it?

It was the following year, after a new incredible adventure that you met again.

You worked at the store in the evening. Mr Delmar had asked you to help him out urgently because his youngest daughter had a health problem. You accepted with pleasure. You had offered to babysit his daughter but the loving father he was wanted to be with her. And it was precisely this evening that a thug decided to steal the fund from you.

You were at gunpoint with your hands up in the air when you saw a red and black mass fall behind the thug.

"Hey buddy, I think the bank is across the street"

Spider-Man tapped the thief on the shoulder and dodged a punch.

"But I think I'll arrest you anyway if you went to the bank. You don't seem like a nice guy." Peter joked.

You were paralyzed as your friend, your best friend if you were honest, chained or avoided them with agility. You swallowed hard, unable to move or run away. A gunshot rang out and you smelled a scared little vintage. Peter squeezed the barrel of the gun in his hand, deviating from his course. It made sense now to say that he had simply defended himself against the assault. After a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Peter stared the offender against a fridge door, immobilizing him. He then turned to you, oblivious to your identity at the time.

"Are you okay there?"

"Peter!"

You didn't give him the chance to realize and you rushed into his arms, hugging him so tight to feel the comfort of his body against yours.

"Uh, yeah, you're welcome. Cuddles are nice but ..."

He paused for a moment and his automated eyes widened. He knew his perfume. The flowery, sweet scents that he had missed so much. Is this possible?

"Y/N?"

You let go of him and immediately put his mask back on. Adrenaline was controlling your actions and god damn it, you needed that touch. You kissed him, bluntly. Your lips crushed against his in impatience, in ardor, but too bad. You needed to feel it against you, to regain the feeling that you had felt, years ago. After a few seconds, you felt Peter's hands encircle your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart was exploding, the ardor was present in your kiss. You were even frustrated that you couldn't grab her brown curls with full hands, settling for only the base of her hair. You let out a moan before pulling away abruptly. He had a girlfriend.

"I… I'm sorry. I… Sorry, I didn't mean… MJ… and… please don't blame me."

Peter silenced you with another kiss, shorter this time but so good.

“There is no MJ .... Just you and me ... Far Longer Than Forever”

You looked at him hopefully and then burst out laughing after his words.

"I didn't know you were so romantic, Parker"

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me"

"You are impossible."

"But obviously, you like"

He was going to say something to nag you, he was looking for it but you caught him off guard, placing your lips on his again. You could feel his smile in the kiss and you couldn't help but do the same. Anyone living in the neighborhood present in the street would have a view of Spider-Man kissing the student cashier from Delmar. But you couldn't care less. You had waited too long and the joy you were feeling now was so intense, you didn't want to stop feeling this. It is reluctantly that Peter moved away from you apologizing for the fact that he had to go on patrol again.

"Go save the Spider-Man neighborhood"

"Only if you promise me you'll be there when I get back."

"I was thinking of going to say goodnight to May instead ... But if you want, I have a sleeping bag in the storeroom."

"You are incorrigible .... See you later ..."

"See you later."

You smiled, in a misty state of bliss as Peter disappeared from view. This time, you weren't planning to escape, you wanted to fall into the webs of Peter Parker. You closed the store after the police visit and headed to May's flat. It was late but with her kindness she welcomed you with open arms.

This summer ... was the best in years but the others to come were going to be even more wonderful.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #tom holland #tom holland fic

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savage-rhi · 2 years

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Imagine, if you will, a world where Higgs and reader laugh together about one of reader’s childhood memories. It’s cute, it’s fluff, it ends in kissing, because that is the only thing in my head currently, and it plays on repeat 👉🏻👈🏻

@astrandofgold coming right up and thanks for being patient! 👀

"You've pried enough into my life, now it's time to pay the piper," Higgs remarked at Y/N, watching as they laughed at the comment.

"Since when do people talk like that?" Y/N countered.

"Since when do you give a shit about my manner of speakin'?"

The sarcasm in Higgs's voice made Y/N turn their head as they glanced around, trying not to focus on how his gaze seemed to zero in on them. It was quiet outside by the porter docks, save for the commotion both Y/N and Higgs were conjuring together. Y/N thanked the universe no one else was working the shift. Seeing a porter and a wanted terrorist mingling like they were at a high school reunion would have put a bullet between the eyes of Y/N's career and then some.

"If you're gonna be so bold, you should say something," Y/N said to Higgs, snapping out of their thoughts.

A smirk crossed Higgs's lips. "Tell me somethin' about your childhood, about little you."

"My childhood?"

Higgs nodded.

"I don't think I have anything interesting to say." Y/N teased, watching as Higgs rolled his eyes in a playful manner. He shook his head, sighing in disappointment.

"C'mon, we both know you're full of shit in that department," Higgs said as he reached for a can of beer. He and Y/N having shared a six-pack Y/N had stolen from one of the docks.

"Point taken," Y/N laughed and took a sip from their own can. Their fingers gently tapped the ground, legs swaying off the edge of the deck both Higgs and them were sitting upon. Y/N's eyes lit up, chuckling as their face grew warm.

"There was this one time as a kid, I used to watch cartoons all the time. Stuff from the vault, like Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner. Well, I didn't care for Sylvester and Tweety Bird. Couldn't stand it. I felt bad for the cat so in school I wrote and illustrated a ten-page book about Sylvester finally catching Tweety, butchering and eating him. I read it in front of my peers, all proud about it. The instructors didn't appreciate it at all, but my dad thought it was the greatest plot twist in history."

Higgs bellowed as he laughed hard. His cackling was contagious to where Y/N joined him. Neither knew how long they had been at it until Higgs wiped away at his eyes, feeling tears threatening to leave as he blinked.

"Jesus, and here I thought I was a weird pipsqueak."

"Pfft, this coming from the guy who is so into Egyptology, he'd fall asleep with his arms over his chest as a kid so that if he died in his sleep, mummification would happen faster."

"In my defense, I said I was a dumb kid. Not a weird one. Big difference."

Y/N and Higgs laughed, shaking their heads as they tried to dismiss the other. Eventually, their antics died down, leaving them in comfortable silence. They both looked up at the mountains ahead, contemplating what was shared.

"Y'know, this wasn't a bad idea. Hanging like this." Y/N remarked as Higgs hummed in agreement.

"See? I'm not always a bastard."

Y/N rolled their eyes in a playful manner. Not before letting out a sigh. Higgs was going to have to leave soon, or the risk of getting arrested would have been too great. It was weird how over time they went from enemies to friends. All due to Higgs trying to stay connected to the UCA, despite the numerous claims he wanted nothing to do with society ever again given his past. He'd grown a lot, and Y/N could see it in the way he smiled just then.

"This has been fun and all, but time to go," Higgs said with a content sigh, getting up on his feet along with Y/N.

They both looked at each other. Another bout of silence passed between the two as hesitation made either of them look away.

"Guess I'll see you next time?" Y/N asked.

"Oh yeah, gonna be needing some more pizza smuggled real soon." Higgs grinned then took a few steps away. He was about to wave when he felt Y/N grab a hold of his cape and pull him into a tender kiss.

Higgs's eyes went wide, shock coursing through him as he pulled away for a moment.

"What the hell was that for--"

"Did you like it?"

"Well yeah but--"

"Just go along with it before I change my mind."

Higgs still in shock nodded as he kissed Y/N back. Their hands tangled in each other's hair as their mouths ravished one another's. Soft noises left either of them as they unleashed the pent-up feelings they had been keeping at bay for one another.

Pulling back after what felt like an eternity, both Higgs and Y/N gazed over one another. Their eyes hooded as Higgs gently suckled on Y/N's bottom lip, pulling back with a satisfied smirk watching them wince.

"How long we're you savin' that for?" Higgs breathed.

"A while," Y/N admitted, catching their breath. A small gasp of a chuckle escaped their throat as Y/N swallowed. "Your lips are chapped."

Higgs smiled, pupils were blown as he pecked at Y/N's cheek. His right hand cupped their face as his expression darkened.

"Maybe if we keep this up, that won't be a problem."

"You're terrible."

"It's in the name terrorist." Higgs laughed.

"Ex-terrorist." Y/N corrected.

"For now." Higgs teased, knowing that got under Y/N's skin. He leaned forward, giving a soft kiss to their lips. It lingered for a few seconds before he sighed.

"Maybe I don't have to go right away?"

Y/N's smile evolved into a grin as they grabbed a hold of Higgs's hand and ran off. Both of them shushed one another, not wanting to catch the attention of anyone at the facility.

#higgs monaghan #drabbles #death stranding #death stranding higgs #death stranding fandom #y/n #gender neutral reader #ds higgs #thanks hon!

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saecookie · 2 years

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Tu m'as trop donné envie, j'ai AUCUNE idée de qui est ton OC donc je t'indulge : dis-moi tout, je suis toute ouïe 🤗🤗

Ok ok ok ok ok you have no idea what you did by asking me to talk about my oc LEZGO.

So i did kinda of a general post about Sae here (that I spend an hour and half looking for, thanks obsessive brain). That's the OC i've been thinking about.

To sum up a bit of her life: she's a goofball who lives in the pokemon universe. She started with the pokemon trainer school program as soon as she could when she was young because she sucked at school exept for PE, then took a specialty in sciences and journalism - as far as professional high school curricular options can be. On the way, she kept on doing athletic training and pokemon training.

She met some amazing friends (Edgar, Charlie, Aekyel to name a few) and lived through some shit that were community even in our roleplay group.

At some point she found herself enrolled in a cult (of course she didn't realized it at first), where she kept, among other things, on doing pokemon training and rigourous sport trainings. Stuff happened, she got out, anyway.

Story story, summing it up, she finished her high school curriculum. Goes and succeed in defeating the Pokemon League. Enters a post-high school internship with someone she had met previously (called Axou, a good friend of her, the kind of adult who cares for the teens they meet yk).

At this point, because of the Pokemon League stuff, she's kind of a low grade celeb, bc you know, that's not a small feat, but also not BIG. Her fighting specialty becomes a kind of mma fighting where you pair up with your pkmn to fight against another trainer and his pokemon (alongside, as in, you fight too). She's versed in boxing and kung fu. It's kind of like fighting sports in our universe : not big with the general opinion, but when someone gets big, well, you sometimes are in the press.

Things is, her best friend/soulmate Edgar is... Also someone. Also former Pokemon League challenger, he's also an undercover agent for the equivalent of greenpeace/sea shepard in this universe - Sae knows he does some stuff, but doesn't know exactly what, and know that it's his secret to tell when he wants to. They know each other inside out without it, and they've shared a lot of dark past stuff (Edgar was the one to get her out of that cult thing). His unit is notably composed of the current Pokemon League Champion Master, Arthur. So, by proxy, Sae also knows Arthur. (starting to see why she's become big ?)

There are so many things i'm missing tbh. How she's so fucking funny. How she's so always high on energy and like a puppy needs hours of daily exercising to settle at night. The flat Edgar and her got in the capital with the League victories money. How their best friend Charlie is a homeless student who just crash/couchsurf at their place or another everyday and likes to live like that. Her family and their problems. A lot of npc and other people's characters, and her pokemons who also are npc somehow because they each have their own story and personality. How she has a very special relationship with her pokemon team, bc they've had big misunderstanding and now they are very close. How she's fucking flaming ginger. How she was small all her childhood and teen years and she got a stupid growthspurt and now she's a very tall gangly noodle. How she loves roller skating.

Anyway.

What's occupied my thoughts since the morning is the part we've never played. We had a plan with Edgar that they were gonna have a daughter called Oswald, because Edgar's player wanted to play Oswald and they have a habit of playing dynasties, so their characters are always linked somehow to the previous one.

Problem is, Edgar and Sae are soulmate, but aren't a couple. Second thing is, i've realized, Sae is aro, not that she particularly cares or is aware of it.

In the job she next gets, which is in the same lab, she mingles very well with those already working there. They kind of become a queer gang, as all of them, yo'uve guessed, are queer. It's a bit of the formative years for Sae as far as relationships are concerned, because it's the first time she's settled to live in one place in years and so has been able to live relationship or even friendship in a daily manner, and not in a ships passing in the night way. So, like a 20 something years old, she starts sleeping around. She finds her rhythm gathering that she doesn't want to date in a romantic way, but she still date her friends from work in a platonic manner. They're all one big family anyway (if you care, their name are Zineb, Ripley, Alec, Marnie, Kaidan. There's also Isley, the older of the group, but he's more of a big brother and Sae doesn't date/sleep with him him at all). It's all queer platonic and poly because Sae kind of... doesn't care about it, as in, they all know she's not romantically involved w any of them, those are not romantically committed relationships. They just like each other, Sae loves intimacy, so it works from them.

This intimacy, she also finds w Edgar. And, yeah, at some point, she's gonna get pregnant.

She doesn't realize it before it's quite late, because she's thin, doesn't show much and exercice a lot and doesn't care much about her appearance. They know it's Edgar's because dates align. They decide to keep the baby because it's a bit late in the pregnancy. Sae feels very disconnected to the baby, or rather, to motherhood. She know there's gonna be a baby, that she's gonna care for and love, but she cannot reconcile with the idea of mortherhood - and actually never will. Or in her own way, more in family sense than in a mother sense. I kinda parallel it with some form of queerness, to explain that distance she got with it all. Some time when she's almost due, she spends a whole day lying on the couch, watching her pregnant belly, considering this child to come, and wondering how life will be, but still very disconnected to it all.

Everyone cares ofc during the pregnancy. Her group of friends dote on her when she feels like it, and honestly, because she's not feeling very involved, her life goes on. The rest of her family can't just uproot itself, but her father gets a flat in the city so he can come regularly if needed. She keeps on exercising. But at some point, her baby bump starts showing and someone notice, and it somehow ends in low grade tabloid and she lives through a few days of hell w headlines such as "champion Kurami pregnant!!!", photographer trying to get a shot of her getting out of the gym etc. At this point Edgar is out on a mission, so she just calls him and asks him for a favor, can he please make some calls so it doesn't happen because she knows he knows people. And he does pull some favours, and Arthur (champion league master i mentionned earlier, who's had similar problem w his daughter) makes it so she isn't annoyed anymore, and offers her to come the pokemon league facilities to train and exercise and be more at peace. When her belly gets too big, she leaves the fighting for a while and roller skate or goes skateboarding with her pokemon on the docks.

When the baby comes, well. They aren't very good parent. Or rather, they care very well for little Oswald - who's the spitting image of her father, no doubt. But they aren't... They don't know how to show that they care. They don't change their lives much, they still aren't a couple of course (as if they would be closer as they already are by being a couple), and they bring their child everywhere with them, arrange for everything she needs and care for her physical and mental wellbeing but... There's some traditional connection missing ? It's like the child is considered like a friend, albeit a small child one. You can't fault them for anything, except the fact that they don't connect with their child. They know her, they get her to take karate class when she show interest in it, and then badminton. When she keeps on drawing everything she sees, they get her her first camera, and she will grow into a great amateur photographer. They teach her how to rollerskate and ride a skateboard.

Little Oswald actually has a shitton of parents figure. She's got Sae and Edgar of course, but also Ripley, Zineb, Alec, Kaidan, Marnie, Isley, Charlie. Also, kinda grandparents figures : Sae's dad (Sae's mother wasn't very motherly at all, which might... explain some stuff), Axou, Edgar's dad Efren comes once in a while, but he's a very ellusive person (which might..... explain why Edgar is such an absent person in everyone's life), Sae's thesis director Annette. She's always cared for and spoiled.

Once, Sae's found hanging with Isley, who's as platinium blond as Edgar and Oswald, and there's again a small uproar of fake drama as in "is he the real father???" (which is funny as Isley's the only one Sae's never slept with lmao). Anyway, that's the kind of low grade sportwoman celebrity she has to deal with. She keeps on competing in the fighting scene. Edgar is more absent than Sae, because he goes on days long, sometimes even more, missions ; but Sae's also sometimes absent for turnament. There's always someone caring for Oswald, but the child grows also to be a reserved child, not very connected to her emotions. She will resent her parents for some time for that - but that's not about Sae's life, it's about how Oswald will be played and her own trajectory, so i'll leave that to their player.

So yeah, this morning i was mostly thinking about that pregnancy, very big family feels, and imagining those snippet of scenes I explored here.

This was so long, thanks for suffering through this w me, it's not clear nor coherent or exhaustive, so if you want to ask questions about anything, details, her life, her friends, her vibe, her fave food, idk xD feel free i'd be delighted to answer.

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Yours Truly (Pt. 2)

Requested By: Some of you!

Pairing: Jisoo x Fem!Reader

AU: College

Word Count: Part 1 -> 9,786 // Part 2 -> 7,433

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Pining, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Here's the second and final part of the imagine, gang. I hope you enjoy the adventures I wrote for you! Let me know about your fav part(s)!

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5.) Epiphanies

A Week Later

"Yuqi, why the hell did you drag me here? I'd so much rather be writing…" you shove your hands further into the pockets of your hoodie and look at her with a scowl. Rows of people fill the bleachers around you, everyone excited for the football game that's scheduled to start soon. Happy couples sit together all around the stadium, and the sight only works to remind you of how weird things are with Jisoo right now.

"One: it's a Friday night and you need to let loose, and two: I wanted to come, so you have to tag along by default. The rules of friendship are very simple, Y/N," she trails off, tilting her head at you with a smile.

"Well I am gonna go get some food," you imitate her, "Do you want anything?" You stand from the bench and look down at her, noticing how her permed hair sticks up in a few different places. You smooth it out for her as she answers, "Nachos, please."

"Alright, dork. I'm sure the line's kinda long, but come look for me if I'm not back in 20." She pats your butt as you leave, and you just shake your head with a smile.

"--I know! Did you hear about Lee's new girlfriend? I heard she got in a fight with his ex last ni--"

"I'm fucking starving bro."

"Yeah, they totally hooked up at Jackson's party!"

Various conversations work their way to your ears as you walk towards the back of the line, but you attempt to not get too invested in the gossip. As welcoming as your school tends to be, even it has its fair share of scandals and drama. You've never been one to care about rumors though, and you don't plan to start now.

"I heard that Jisoo likes someone."

Funny how plans can change in an instant, don't you think?

You can't find it in yourself to ignore the childish desire to eavesdrop, so you listen in as the line slowly shifts forward with each new customer served, doing your best to be inconspicuous.

"Supposedly she's been into them for a while but they don't know about it. I guess Lisa is planning to get them together tonight or something, I don't know." You recognize the brunette speaking as Seulgi, a dance major that you share a couple classes with. She's talking to Yeri, whom you've seen a few times in passing.

That must be why she was defensive about the kiss; she has feelings for someone else.

"Ooh, that'll be interesting. I can't say that I'm not disappointed, though; now Jisoo's gonna be off the market." The shorter girl frowns, basically reading your mind with her statement. You've never fooled yourself into believing you have a chance with Jisoo, but knowing that she'll be whisked away by some lucky classmate of yours definitely isn't an easy pill to swallow.

You pass the remaining wait time by imagining who that person may be. Jisoo has a lot of friends, but you've never seen her around campus with any particular love interest; she always puts her studies first, deciding that her education is far more important than any potential relationship.

You remain lost in your thoughts until it's your turn to order.

"Hey Y/N, what can I get for you?" The cashier greets, resetting the register as she grins at you.

"Hi Yeji," you smile back, happy to see your old friend again after what feels like forever. Your busy schedules have kept you from hanging out much lately, but seeing her now is something you're grateful for. "I'll take two waters, a medium nacho, and 1 hot dog, please."

"You want everything on it?" She asks in reference to your last request, assuming you still stick with the order you used to go with in your childhood.

"You know it. And make sure to--"

"--spread the toppings out well. I remember, girl." She says with a wink, turning around to get started on your order. The familiar interaction warms your heart, aided by the idea that some things never change. After she packages your things up in a convenient little container, you thank her and pay, walking away with a promise to meet up at the school's café next week.

About halfway back to your seat, something unexpected happens.

"Rosie, we can't buy out the whole place. This is the 4th trip we've taken back here and the game hasn't even started yet!" You freeze as you round the corner, almost dropping your food as Jisoo's low voice sounds off nearby.

"Unnie, I didn't even get to eat much of the other stuff at all! Lisa and Jennie stole it and shared it with everyone else," the artist pouts, rolling her hands into fists at her sides like a toddler.

"Fine. But this is the last trip I'm taking." She warns, rolling her eyes when the Australian attacks her with a flurry of kisses. "Yah! Let's go before we miss something." She says, pushing her off of her with a smile on her face.

Even her voice makes your heart ache, and it reminds you of what her kiss felt like against your lips. It was short, no doubt, and barely there; but the sparks remain, waiting to be reignited anytime she's around. Maybe you're just destined to pine.

----

"There you are! I was literally about to go steal some food from Shuhua because you were taking so long."

"Yeah, yeah," you say, sitting down beside Yuqi with the cardboard box in your hands. "You're lucky I love you enough to pay for this. Now I'll have to survive on 3 grains of rice and ramen for the next few weeks."

"Oh, the struggles of being a broke college student." She says woefully, clutching her hands together in front of her chest to add to the effect.

"Precisely," you agree, scooting closer to offer her some nachos. When she tries to greedily take the whole tray of them, you're quick to stop her.

"Ah, ah, ah," you warn, pulling her wrist back down. "We're sharing, chica." She huffs, but eventually settles down and decides to shove her face full instead of protesting anymore.

Now, with your best friend happily eating, you relax and begin to prepare yourself for the match.

"LET'S GO!" You shout with Yuqi, chanting together as your school's anthem echoes throughout the stadium. The rival team has been behind the entire game, but they closed the gap in the last few minutes and now it's neck and neck. Your band plays loudly to encourage your team, and it seems to be working; they manage to repeatedly hold the others off and keep them from scoring.

It's the start of the fourth quarter now -- the home stretch. With their spirits still high, your team continues to keep victory out of their opponents hands. The black paint underneath their eyes is really streaked now, showing all the effort and sweat that they've put into the game so far. A beautiful sunset just previously gave way to a rapidly darkening evening sky, allowing some stars to peek out now.

"My high school team sucked; this is epic!" Yuqi says, making you laugh. You tear your eyes away from the heated game to say something to her, but all thoughts soon disappear from your mind and you stop mid-sentence.

She notices your sudden silence and looks at you, only realizing what's happening once she follows your line of sight. Jeong is standing against the metal fence that borders the track, mingling with everyone at the bottom of the bleachers. That doesn't bother you, but what you see next certainly does; you spot Jisoo beside him, giggling at something he said as he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Oh shit," Yuqi breathes out, fully grasping the weight of the situation now. She doesn't even attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, because he knows how in love you are with Jisoo and yet there he is, flirting away. He's the only other person besides Yuqi who knows of your feelings for the brunette, and you really trusted him with it. Clearly that was a mistake. You blink a few times and set your jaw, quickly looking away as he moves closer to whisper something in her ear over the noise of the crowd.

"I'm gonna head out to the car. Just let me know who wins," you mumble, brushing past her on your way toward the exit. You know there's no way you'd be able to focus on the game anymore after seeing that, so going is your best option. She catches your arm before you can slip away, and says, "Wait, I'm coming with you. And don't even try to tell me no; I can always watch highlights later. I'm not gonna let you be alone right now."

Knowing it's pointless to argue anymore, you nod once and wait for her to gather up her trash and coat. "Let's go," she says, taking your hand after tossing her garbage in the can conveniently placed at the end of your row. She squeezes it a few times for reassurance, and a bittersweet smile works onto your lips at the gesture.

You don't notice how Jisoo's eyes follow you, every fiber of her being yelling at her to go after you. She hates seeing you sad, and although she isn't 100% sure of the reason for it now, all she wants is to cheer you up.

"So, Jisoo. Do you have any plans after the game?" Jeong smirks, quirking a brow suggestively at his own question. Jisoo grimaces, saying, "Yeah, I do. I have to study." She tries to find you in the crowd again, but it seems that you've already slipped away.

"We're throwing a party tonight, you should come." He leans a little closer to her, but she takes a step back. The only reason she's even talking to him right now is because Lisa introduced them, and it would be impolite not to. She turns him down, yet again sneaking a glance around the stadium.

"No wonder Y/N's too chicken to ask you out; you're hard to get, but I don't mind a challenge." Her head whips around at his statement, heart regaining that familiar uptick at the mention of you. "What?" She blinks, not believing her ears. Surely she was just hearing things.

"I said I don't mind a challenge," his words come out slightly slurred, and the effects of the alcohol he's been drinking are beginning to show themselves in all the wrong ways. The more he talks, the less Jisoo can stand him. "Look, Jeong -- I'm not interested. I'm sure there are other girls here that would love to get to know you, but I'm not one of them. Now, if you'll excuse me," she says, turning her body to the side to maneuver around him and get to the stairs. He lets her go without another word, his pride too bruised to come up with a more fitting response than a muttered insult.

She makes quick work of getting to the parking lot, where she spots you approaching Yuqi's car, head hanging a bit. Seeing you upset saddens her, and she's determined to find out what's wrong.

"Y/N! Wait up!" The shout catches your attention, and you slowly spin around. Jisoo begins to jog out to you, and a scoff slips past your lips (though you don't put much effort into stopping it). You're hurt, and half of the reason for your pain is staring right back at you like nothing happened.

"What do you want, Jisoo?" You sigh, not looking forward to where this conversation will most certainly go.

"I want to talk, Y/N." She's in front of you now, scanning her eyes between yours to gauge your reaction.

"What is there to say? Just go back to talking to Jeong; you looked like you were enjoying yourself." She can hear the jealousy laced in your tone, and things finally -- finally -- begin to click for her.

"Is that what this is about?" She asks in reference to your sadness. The question isn't accusatory at all; she's genuinely trying to piece things together.

A disbelieving laugh leaves you at that. How is she still so oblivious? "Yes, Jisoo, it is. I just had to witness someone who I thought was my friend flirt with my crush. So yeah, that's what this is about." Sensing that she doesn't know what to say, you decide to conclude things for her. This is already pitiful enough, and you'd rather spare the both of you from having the "it's not you, it's me" talk.

"Look, I get it. You don't like me back, and you were only trying to be friendly by inviting me to the rehearsal that night. Just please, for the both of us, forget it even happened. Forget all of this. It was a mistake, and I won't do it again."

Jisoo hates that you're jumping to conclusions without even knowing her true feelings; you automatically think that she couldn't possibly feel the same, and you use her moment of silence as a form of evidence to prove that. The complete opposite is true, though you'd never give her enough time to straighten out her jumbled thoughts and tell you that.

She finds her voice when you turn away, and she reaches out to touch your hand. "Stop, you've got it all wrong." Your eyes glance down to your intertwined hands, but you wiggle out of her grip with a heavy sigh. Over your shoulder, you shakily say, "You don't have to pretend for me, Jisoo. I'll be alright. If he makes you happy, then so be it."

With that, you get in Yuqi's car and tell her to drive away, leaving Jisoo to deal with the sinking feeling in her chest that worsens as the car's tail lights grow dimmer and dimmer in the distance. You're gone, and she really has no idea how to come back from this.

6.) Broken Hearted

The next few weeks were hell. You avoided Jisoo as much as possible, too embarrassed to face her after what happened and too weak to be close to her again. You'd surely fall even harder if you allowed yourself to grow any closer, so you didn't take the risk. How could you? Falling alone isn't an enjoyable experience, and you've been teetering on the edge of no return ever since that afternoon at the daycare.

It was hard enough to escape her hold -- her face was everywhere, plastered on ads and bulletin boards all throughout campus, on reminders and sign ups for student council. You used your sick days in order to hide away in your dorm and block out the world, only being comforted by Ryujin when she wasn't busy with her own life or Yuqi when she could spare a few hours. They always made sure to care for you as much as they could, knowing first hand how tough heartbreak can be -- especially with the added stress of schoolwork.

One person you thought about often was Jeong. Every time he'd cross your mind, dirtying up your brainwaves with the mere notion of himself, you'd grimace. He didn't deserve the attention, and yet you couldn't help but question why he did that to you. He hadn't reached out since that night, likely due to Yuqi giving him a piece of her mind after the game. He made it clear that he wasn't sorry, and that if given the chance, he'd play his cards even better and hopefully score a date with Jisoo.

Maybe that was the worst part of it all. Hearing that it hadn't just been a stupid thing he did because he was drunk; he realized the weight of his actions, and he'd do it again, over and over, without caring about how you fit into the equation. That football game was simply a turning point, hidden in plain sight as an unassuming night for you to hang out with Yuqi. But you learned more then than you had ever intended to; Jeong's selfish, and he probably never even cared for you in the first place. The idea of that makes you feel dirty -- like you wasted so much of your time with such a horrible person, sticking up for him and defending his name when he wasn't around when he never even deserved that in the first place. You wish you would've known who he really was back then; you would've stayed away.

Unbeknownst to you, Jisoo was struggling much like you -- minus the whole "betrayed by a best friend" situation. Every time that she showed up in class, she hoped with every piece of herself that you'd walk through the door and grace the room with your presence. You seldom ever did, though -- but when you ran out of free days of absence and were forced to attend class in order to keep your grades up, you never even uttered a word to her. She'd make it a point to ask questions in class, hoping that hearing her voice would bring something out of you, as yours did to her. She longed to talk to you again, if only for a minute; but your resolve remained strong, and her determination grew weaker as the days went by.

Being the person she is, though, she knew giving up wasn't an option. After a few weeks of that cycle, greeting stands were placed at the front doors of each complex on campus, manned by different members of the council. She came up with a story for the administration on the fly, using her people skills to convince them that it would be good for student morale and getting more people to join clubs. It was a great effort, but she underestimated your avoidance skills; you thwarted her plans again, slipping right through her strategically linked fingers.

Eventually, she lost hope. She exhausted every option she knew to try, and the girls ran out of new ones as well. Seeing their unnie so upset saddened them, and they did all they could to cheer her up in any and every way they knew how.

7.) Premiere Night

"Y/N, get up. You're gonna shower and get dressed if I have to force you to do it myself." Yuqi commands, blasting into your room and flipping on the overhead light that shines far too bright for your liking.

"Mmm," you groan in protest, not even bothering to roll over.

"I mean it; don't test me, you know I'm true to my word."

"Why, Yuqi?"

"Because we're going to the performance tonight. The big show that everyone has been going on about is premiering, and you're coming with me to see it."

"I can't do that." You say, her words sobering you up from your sleepy stupor.

"I know who the lead is," she informs, already knowing about your reasons for being hesitant, "and that's precisely why we're going. You can't keep living like this, so either go get your girl, or agree to be friends with her and work past what you're dealing with."

"You sound like a mom at the end of an 80s movie."

"80s movie moms are valid, so I'll take that as a compliment. Now go!" She shouts, shoving you off the bed. You tumble to the floor in a heap of blankets and pillows, still managing to hit your funny bone as you let out a pained groan.

"Remind me to slap her later, Ryujin."

"Will do." She salutes, reaching a hand down to help you up. With one last glare at an annoyingly bubbly Yuqi, you head to the bathroom to shower.

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"How do I look?" You ask, looking yourself up and down in the skinny mirror attached to the wall.

"Is it gay if I say I'd ask you out?" Yuqi asks with a smile, fanning herself animatedly when you strike a pose.

"Very much so, yes."

"Well, hand me the rainbow suspenders, then."

You push her over with a laugh -- the first real one you've shared in a while -- and wrap her in a hug.

"Thank you, for real. I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have you." You say against her shoulder, pulling back to look at your roommate and add, "Either of you." The three of you settle in for a group hug and tell a few more jokes before Yuqi finally drags you out of the dorm.

----

"How does it feel to be back in society?" Yuqi whispers, leaning in close to you to read the seat numbers printed on your tickets.

"As lame as ever." You add, amusingly unenthused.

"You're never gonna convince Jisoo to date your dumbass with that attitude." She retorts, feeling a little guilty when she sees your expression change upon hearing her name. You're afraid to see where the two of you will stand at the end of the night, so saying it's still a sore subject is the understatement of the year.

"I'm messing with you, dude. If she doesn't want to be with you, then it's her loss; but I highly doubt that's the case. I've heard she misses you a lot." For once, Yuqi's words are halfway encouraging to hear, and you let out a light smile.

"Well I'm prepared to worry about that whole situation later. For now, let's find our seats and enjoy the show." Your best friend quickly agrees, and the two of you squeeze through the crowds in the aisles to get to your row.

----

"Jisoo, I promise you'll do well. You've been practicing for months; you've got this," Soo-hyun says, rubbing his co-lead's back in reassuring circles. The certainty in his deep voice gives Jisoo some semblance of security, and she stands to look at him with one final, nervous sigh. Stage fright has never been this big of an issue for her, but the size of the crowd and the idea that you might be out there scare the hell out of her. She wants you to be there with all of her heart, but she doesn't know if she'll be able to handle watching you walk away again. The past few weeks have been torture, and she misses your presence and witty remarks more than she ever thought possible.

"Thank you, Soo-hyun. I'll meet you out there in a couple minutes, just let me collect myself."

He nods and says, "Take your time. I'll let Mrs. Choi know," before leaving and shutting the door behind himself. Now alone again, Jisoo digs through her personal bag that lays neatly on the small futon of the dressing room. When her fingers come in contact with that familiar material she's spent hours staring at, she bites the inside of her cheek and unfolds it for the millionth time. Multiple poems and blurbs litter the page, accompanied by cute doodles and cartoons here and there that give it a personal feel. She's spent the time away from you methodically working through the different writings, restraining herself from reading all of them in one setting so that she can have new content from time to time.

She's down to the last one, now, and a surprising sort of realization hits her when she reads it. It instills within her a sense of determination -- determination to get you back and set things right, one way or another. She makes a plan to find you after the performance.

-- After The Performance --

It was even more spectacular than you ever imagined it could be. The school spared no expense in getting the best props, employing the most skilled technicians on hand, and recruiting the best artists that the school had to paint the backdrops. Everyone behind the scenes worked tirelessly to produce the best show possible, and their efforts really paid off.

And, of course, you can't forget the actors.

The entire cast was incredible, their talent matching some of the world's most sought-after stars. Every part was played to perfection; even the smaller, supporting roles were acted with passion, really bringing the piece together as a whole. The production left you wanting more, too inspired and awestruck by the amazing performances to be content with just seeing it once. So, after numerous calls for an encore, the cast returned to run through a few of their key scenes.

---

As the cast takes their final bow, large cannons placed on either side of the stage shoot out bursts of colorful confetti, and you watch it flutter down around them. Some try to catch a piece or two to add to their scrapbooks, wanting to have a trinket from their college years, while others just hug each other and twirl around with content smiles on their faces. The crowd continues its loud cheering, and eventually you find the courage to sneak a glance at Jisoo.

To your surprise, she's looking right back.

Her eyes hold a mixed softness; she's proud of herself and glad that you came to support her on such a big night, but part of her wants to escape the busyness of it all and tell you everything she's been feeling. She'd be content with looking at you forever, she realizes, as she studies you. You're the true star in her eyes, always shining so bright and making everyone feel at home whenever they're around you. She hopes you know how special you are.

Mrs. Choi approaches the cast from stage right, gathering their attention to congratulate them and commend them for their performances. Jisoo reluctantly looks away from you, unsure if it's the last time she'll be seeing you tonight. The thought upsets her, but there isn't much she can do about it right now; so, she gives her attention to her professor and flashes that smile that makes everyone weak in the knees.

You knew it was just a matter of time before she'd be pulled away and immersed in some conversation about the show, but the selfish side of you never wanted her to look away. No matter how confusing things may be because of all of your unresolved issues, she still looks at you like she always had before -- her gaze is kind, albeit bittersweet, but it's full of care. Seeing her like that makes you feel like even more of an asshole than you already do -- maybe you should have just listened to her at the game. Running away was an immature choice, rooted entirely in your own sadness in that moment as you deprived yourself of any explanation she could've offered, though you can't judge yourself too harshly. The situation is complicated, and you still don't know whether to hate yourself for running or go easy on yourself in light of what happened.

When Yuqi sees you stand up and shuffle towards the end of your row, she sends you a warning look.

"Dude, I'm not gonna run away. I'm literally just gonna step outside for some fresh air, I promise." She visibly relaxes, no longer having to prepare herself to wrangle you back into the seat.

"Fine. But if you aren't back in 15 minutes I'm coming to track you down. You really need to talk to her."

You sigh, nodding in agreement. "I know, trust me. Just let me get my thoughts together first." She sends you off to do just that, but not until the two of you complete the special handshake you made up all those months ago.

---

Brisk air rushes over your skin in waves the moment you exit the side door of the building, automatically sending goosebumps to raise in its wake. It feels nice, though; it grounds you, and works to cool off your heated skin. The atmosphere inside was thick with the tension you've been feeling ever since what happened that night at the game, and its effects were only heightened by the raw performances of the evening. Passion and longing were the driving factors of the play, ironically, and many of the scenes drew eerie parallels to your current situation. So, it's no wonder that you're thankful to step away from it all for a bit.

You greet a few stray audience members that're puttering around outside as well, opting to walk down a little further away from them and lean against the building. The wall's brick material feels rough against your back, lightly scratching it whenever you shift your weight from one foot to the other. You don't mind it, though; it's oddly nostalgic, somehow.

When you hear the door open again, you think nothing of it. The metal hinges latch just the same as they had for you, so there's really no reason for you to even look up. However, that all changes when you feel someone's eyes on you.

Unprepared is leaps and bounds away from being a fitting statement to describe how you feel in that moment; Jisoo stands merely 10 feet away from you at most, right next to the stage door that she just came out of. Her hands fiddle with the drawstrings of her costume, seemingly always needing to be occupied when she's nervous or unsure of herself; it's a habit you've picked up on after seeing it so many times.

The longer you look at her, the more you want to look away; she's so beautiful it hurts, and the silence is eating away at you. You can't blame her, though; neither of you know what to say or do, and the only thing you seem capable of is staring at each other. When you break the intense eye contact you were sharing to turn away, only intending to take a minute to collect yourself, Jisoo is suddenly set in motion.

She's afraid you'll leave again, and she's prepared to fight even harder for you this time.

I love you as the stars love the night sky

A fateful, cyclic romance

A game of eager greetings and reluctant goodbyes

Those words -- ones that you remember penning one day in class while completely entranced by Jisoo -- roll from her lips effortlessly, as if she had spent time committing them to memory. She had, in fact; whenever days passed without her even catching a glimpse of you, she always found herself unfolding that note again, tracing a finger over the curve of your unique letters as she reread the poem. It always brought her comfort to think that you were in just as deep as her, and a similar sense of hope blossoms in her chest now when she spots an unbelieving smile tug at the corner of your lips as you slowly turn to face her again.

You're still into her, and she's falling even deeper at the realization. Maybe she didn't lose you after all.

She takes calculated steps towards you and breathes a sigh of relief when you stay put, not showing any signs of running. The wheels in your head are going into overdrive now, turning and churning as you process her little recital, and she prays with all of her heart that you won't be upset once you put two and two together.

"How did you…"

"You dropped it one day, and I picked it up. I meant to give it back to you, but I guess I just never got around to it." She feels a little guilty for keeping it as long as she has, but it's served as a way of keeping you close during your time apart. Those bits and pieces of you, scattered around on that page, encapsulated by the annotations and doodles you so kindly left behind, have stayed in her heart. Ever since she discovered it all that time ago, it's never been very far from her; she cherishes it more than you'll ever know.

"You didn't show it to anyone, right?" Your voice is laced with worry, lowered a bit to keep others from overhearing.

"No, no! Of course not. I just… kept it for myself. You're really talented; I couldn't stop reading your stuff."

"Thank, I guess?" You awkwardly chuckle, still a bit rusty on how to interact with her after everything. Plus, to be fair, having your crush read one of the love letters you wrote about her is a bit unheard of. Newfound territory, you think to yourself.

"How long?" You ask after a minute of silence, only realizing how loaded your question is after it slips past your lips, turning into a puff of steam in the chilly atmosphere. "How long have you… felt that way about me?" You quickly add, "Assuming that you feel what the poem says, of course."

An amused smile tweaks her lips at how cute you are. "I do, Y/N. I always have; ever since that afternoon at the daycare."

"Really?" The question is quiet, full of childlike disbelief.

"Really. It was always you." She says it freely now: unafraid.

The sentiment is sweet, but memories of the football game come flooding back and you're reminded that as much as you want to skip this next part, you still have things to discuss.

"What about Jeong?"

"What about him?"

"Did you ever like him?"

"No. The girls thought so, but it was just a misunderstanding. That's why Lisa introduced us at the game; she thought I had a crush on him, but I told her that you were always the one I was looking at. I told all of the girls that, after that night."

Her confession renders you speechless -- only capable of listening and nodding every now and then. She takes advantage of your silence to finally explain herself and tell you everything she's been dying to.

"I didn't know you felt the same until our talk in the parking lot. I mean, I was hopeful after some of the moments we had, but I didn't know for sure until then. I wanted to beg you to stay and hear me out, but you left before I had the chance."

You blink a few times as the reality of her words begin to sink in. "I had no idea…"

"Yeah, well…" she trails off, unsure of what to say next. She's forgiven you for walking away, knowing you were just hurt, but the whole situation still left a bad taste in her mouth. So much pain could've been avoided for the both of you if you had just listened.

"How did they take it?"

"They yelled at me for waiting so long to tell them, but then they tried to help me get you back. Remember those student council booths?" She leans in a little closer to ask that last line, her lips pulling to the side in that iconic smirk of hers.

You audibly gasp and point at her animatedly. "I knew that was you!"

"Mhm, pulled some fancy-sounding excuse out of my ass to convince the board, and boom; 20 brand new tables set up the next day. I still can't believe you managed to slip past them, though. I mean, c'mon, have you seen how talkative those kids can be?"

"Trust me, it wasn't easy," you laugh with her. "I had to sneak to the back entrances like a drug dealer."

"I can totally see that."

"I'm dedicated, what can I say?" The stupid hair flip you do makes her laugh even harder, clutching her stomach as those beautiful sounds slip past her lips.

As your shared laughter eventually turns into soft chuckles, she smiles at you, saying, "I really missed this. I missed you, so so much."

"I've been a wreck without you, Jisoo. It's honestly embarrassing."

She looks at you with something new shining in her eyes, and she carefully contemplates what she's about to admit. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

"I rarely cry, Y/N, but I did over you. So you have no reason to be embarrassed. It seems like both of us were pretty bad off." She looks down after saying that, scuffing her foot against the concrete of the sidewalk. Being vulnerable isn't usually easy for her, and she never really lets people see that side of her -- not even the girls. She feels like she has to stay strong for them to keep things running smoothly, but she fails to realize how important her own feelings are. You're different, though; she feels like her entire collection of secrets would be safe with you, and you make her feel secure enough to be open like that.

When she feels you step closer and hook two fingers underneath her chin, her eyes dart up to yours and her heart speeds up. Your other arm hesitantly wraps around her waist, giving her plenty of time to step away and deny you. You've spent so much time convincing yourself that she couldn't possibly want someone like you that you're genuinely surprised when she steps further into your embrace, pulling your arm tighter around herself.

Her right arm comes to rest loosely on your shoulder as her other hand caresses your forearm, rubbing various patterns against your smooth skin. "I tried so hard to get you to pick up on my flirting," she starts, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of your neck as she holds you close. "Every touch," she runs a finger down your arm, leaving a trail of electricity in its wake. "Every look," she moves her hand from your neck to your cheek, cupping it sweetly as she gazes into your eyes. She strokes your skin with the pad of her thumb, smiling beautifully when she feels you nuzzle into her hold even more.

"And that kiss…" she says, sounding breathless at the mere thought of it. "I wanted it to last forever."

"Why didn't you tell me that, then?" You ask, not even a trace of anger in your tone. You're determined to let go of all the hurt and fear that your misunderstandings have caused, opting instead to finally get the answers you've wanted for so long. "After I came back from putting Aera to bed you were just… different. And then when you said it was just a part of the script--"

"I know. I was afraid that if I let myself have you like that -- if I let you in all the way -- there'd be no going back." When she sees the confusion building in your eyes, she continues on. "I don't usually let myself get distracted; I can't afford it. You know how seriously I take my studies." You nod, recalling the numerous times you've found her in the library until it closed, studying hard for the exams everyone knew she'd ace. "But you wiggled your way past every line of defense I ever put up. You became my favorite distraction." A dopey grin tugs at your lips at receiving that title, and you subconsciously hold your head a little higher.

"But I wasn't prepared for that. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and I really didn't think I could afford to let myself have you. Not fully, anyway. I could deal with a crush; I told myself I could keep you close enough that I wouldn't miss you, but far enough that I could keep myself protected."

"What changed?" You ask, smoothing your hands over the small of her back, feeling the heat radiate from her skin. They've worked their way under the hem of her shirt during your conversation, subconsciously seeking to share her warmth, and Jisoo has been acutely aware of it the entire time.

"When I saw you walk away like that I didn't know what to do with myself. I've had people leave before, so it's not a new thing; but I never missed them like I've missed you."

A bittersweet, melancholic look settles on your face at that; she deserves every good thing that the world has to offer, so knowing that you played a part in her sadness -- whether it be direct or indirect -- disheartens you a bit.

"But you're here now, and that's all that matters." She says, leaning her forehead against yours.

"And I'm not going anywhere," you affirm, holding her even closer than before. She brushes her nose against yours with a quiet sigh, relieved to be in your arms, caught safely in your warm embrace. If falling feels like this, she's more than okay with it.

"Can I?" You ask, glancing down to the heart shaped pillows you've dreamt of having against yours again.

She nods, uttering a soft, "Please", as she tilts her head to the side in expectancy. You close the remaining distance, bending your knees slightly to tighten your hold on her waist and pull her flush up against yourself. Both of her arms wrap around your neck now, occasionally coming down to tilt your head and allow her better access, or run her fingers through your hair. It's sensual and meaningful, but an air of urgency hangs in the air, thickening it the longer her lips are on you. Both of you are making up for lost time, so it's no wonder you're so eager.

She takes your bottom lip between her teeth as she backs you up, pressing you against the brick wall that you had migrated a few steps away from during your conversation. If she were kissing anyone else, perhaps she'd care about the strangers staring, or what they might say; but as she stands here, feeling your hands explore her body in the ways that she's dreamed of and your lips kiss her senseless, that's the furthest thought from her mind. Her hands grab at the collar of your shirt, balling the material up in her palms as she pushes her lips against yours from a new angle.

When you eventually pull back for air, you can't help but say the phrase that's been sitting on your mind for weeks. "I love you."

Her heart speeds up to match yours, both of them racing as you look at each other with giant smiles on your faces. "I love you, too. If you hadn't already guessed that," she chuckles, leaning up to kiss you again. This one's more innocent, though -- full of giddiness as you replay each other's declaration in your minds.

"Y/N L/N IF YOU AREN'T OUT HERE--"

Yuqi bellows loudly, blasting through the side door and out into the chilly night air. The metal smacks against the wall from the force she exerted, and you physically cringe at the sound. Jisoo does the same, quickly pulling away to find out what's going on.

When Yuqi's line of sight settles on the two of you, her eyebrows raise and a smirk lands on her lips. "Well, well, well. Looks like my work here is done," she says, cocking her head to the side self-assuredly when she sees how swollen both of your lips are and how mussed your clothing is. You send her a look that she registers as "Get lost", and she retreats back into the performance hall with her hands raised in surrender.

"Idiot," you mutter under your breath, shaking your head as you watch the door close behind her, its poor hinges still recovering from her assault. Jisoo's giggle makes you turn back to her, finding a breathtaking smile forming on her lips. "You're so cute," she coos, poking your cheek, "especially when you blush like that."

You fight the bashfulness that attempts to take over, managing to cock a brow at her and say, "Hey, watch it -- I might not be so kind in my next poem if you don't stop teasing me."

"Aww, don't be like that, baby."

She tenses up after realizing she let that pet name slip out at the end, but your smile only widens.

"Say that again."

"Baby," she drawls in her signature sultry tone, stepping closer to you again.

"Mmm, I could get used to that." You hum against her lips, pressing yours to them at the end of your statement.

"Good, because there's more where that came from."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," she settles into your arms again, looking into your eyes with so much love you nearly swoon. "This is only the beginning for us."

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