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wavesmp3 · 5 months

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hi! I read your 8000 layers of inyun yesterday. so it took me a whole day to digest it. Originally i was going to comment but realized i have too much to say so i went ahead and just did an ask, i hope you dont mind! This left me so breathless so i hope my review makes sense. I also apologize for the length but to be fair, your wonderful writing did this to me! i havent seen the movie yet but after reading this i just might. i was initially worried this will turn to something like a cheating situation or close but wow it went deeper than that. even if y/n is in a happy and healthy marriage, theres that grief over that inyun and wondering if a little more time with jeonghan would have been 8000.

The layers of this story is so beautifully laid out in details and the legend of inyun. As someone who had moved countries alot, i am so glad you captured the complexity of leaving home. From not understanding why y/n liked tompkins square park initially, the statue of liberty, and being that person that was always meant to "leave". The way jeonghan poses questions and seems to both understand y/n and also not is such a good take on long distance friendships. I like how its jumping between knowing each other so well but also knowing that you may not bc of the distance and the fact they havent spoken in years. I love how reading this story made me feel melancholic, hopeful, and also satisfied. Melancholic because of the what could have beens, hopeful because sometimes the differences and distances won't fully sever ones connections with each other (in this case inyun if im understanding it correctly) and satisfied because each character had their own maturity and understanding over each other. That mattered to me cause well, drama is very prominent nowadays, no? Is it weird to say that they acted the way 30 year olds should? jhgkdf so this was great! My favorite parts: you don’t remind him to do so once you finally find your keys. instead you slip off your old, faded sneakers, drop your keys on the counter in the lime green dish you made in a pottery class two years ago, and greet him in the kitchen, kissing the side of his chin and reaching over his head to turn the exhaust fan on. he kisses your forehead as an apology, or at least he tries but you’ve already moved and his lips end up catching on the corner of your left eye.

i love the tiny details that are a testament to a marriage.

but beneath the straightforward request feels like a million subliminal ones. like he wants you to prove to him that you’ve made a life worth living here. like he wants to gallivant around new york telling you about a country that used to be home and asking you what would have happened if you didn’t go all those years ago.

ngl, this hits close to home again bc when you leave home, people will always wonder the same thing.

there used to be oceans and countries and cultures and decades standing between you and him, but somehow now, all of that has compressed into four squares of broken concrete. you were never very good at maths. jeonghan, the one who comforted you whenever you cried over it, knows that best. but even you know that there is no way 20 years can turn into 20 feet.

this was just so damn poetic, i actually had to pause and BREATHE.

and the call ends in 4 minutes.

this was really short but captures how your world can turn upside down in just a few minutes.

“i came to see you.”

you don’t take your eyes off his. what is it they say about eyes again? windows to the soul?

“but you and joshua.”

you flinch.

“you guys have those layers of inyun.”

“all 8000,” you whisper back to him, like the world might burst if you spoke any louder.

its like toeing between a confession or congratulation sdkjhfdkjgh

“how many layers do we have?”

a number hangs off the tip of your tongue. but the world will burst if you say it outloud. so you don’t. for the world, for yourself, for joshua.

y/n was very real for this and honestly not everything has to be said. i really love this part because it shows y/n's integrity and also her wisdom.

“you’re it for me.” joshua tells you quietly. “you make my life so much bigger.”

my gosh, the way i nearly cried here. WHY SETTLE FOR I LOVE YOU WHEN THERE'S THISSSSSS???!!!

“but i-” he hesitates here, mouth opening and closing like he can’t decide what kind of conversation he wants this to be. “it’s like there’s this whole portion of your brain that will always be out of reach. like i can see it there in the distance, but i can’t get to it.”

this makes total sense but i cant explain it. its like you want to know every version of someone before they came to be what you know but you know you can't but theres still that grief.

“i didn’t think liking your husband would hurt this much.” (almost). “i can tell he really loves you.”

bc how can you not like him? it def hurts to like him bc that means he's already won anyway.

“yesterday, you asked me why i didn’t try to keep talking back then.” jeonghan continues. “the truth i learned here is that it wouldn’t have mattered how hard i tried even if i did. you were always going to leave because you’re you. and i liked you because you’re you. and who you are is someone who leaves.”

THIS DID MAKE ME TEARY EYED. I was told the exact last sentence before. And i understand how you can't really help it..life is so big and for some, life outside your home country is even bigger.

“but for joshua,” jeonghan says, eyes scanning across the bar, staring at every bartender and every customer before finally, finally, landing on you, “you’re someone who stays.”

no words. really. you blew my mind.

“i haven’t been that kid for a long time now,” you frown, watching jeonghan’s pupils dart back and forth between yours, “but they still existed. they were still real.”

this is very important bc connections and who you once were in the past are very much real...they just don't die because its past. This does circle back to the inyun theme too.

he smiles. and you feel something break apart in your heart.

“i’ll see you then.”

in another life, jeonghan is more than just a series of goodbyes. but in this one, he gets in the uber, and you don’t imagine seeing him again. you don’t think you will. because for the first time in this life, you're not the one that left–he was.

In another liiiifeeee, I would be youuuurrr giiiirrllll

“i’m sorry,” you finally say, before falling into his arms. the sob that’s been waiting in the bottom of your soul for the past 20 years comes bursting out of your throat. you cry into your husband's shoulder. you feel the weight of all your past lives and all your future ones like they aren't in the past or in the future, like they're now beside you begging you to imagine what could’ve been and what was.

joshua holds the back of your head. he doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t need to. it’s all been said before. instead he kisses the corner of your eye and takes you home.

at this point i posted the whole fic. this ending? damn. I really had to take a break from my phone. This was wayyyyy to fitting of an end. I loved joshua's response and the corner of the eye? way to circle back! It's the grief over something you can't truly control but also the happiness of where you are now. I'm not sure how you wanted the end to be if its like a missed connection between jeonghan and y/n or if its grieving over what could have been, or the hope that maybe in the next one its them, or that joshua had always been it but theres that almost with jeonghan. Or it could be all of the above, still this was beautifully written. I apologize for the long review but i just had to express my awe and love for what you've written! Please don't feel obligated to reply just as long or at all! I just wanted to let you know how much your work stuck with me. Thank you for sharing this with us <3 I hope you have the bestest day ever! P.S This unreleased song of woozi fits too! What Kind of Future

i don't mind you leaving this ask at all and the length is more than fine, it's encouraged even!! when i got this ask, i started scrolling and gasped when i saw how long it was. and not in a bad way but in a-i can't believe anyone would take the time to write all this out-way. so thank you thank you thank you!!!

i am going to put the rest of my response under the read more :)) (warning my response is very long lol)

when i was watching the movie/the trailer for the movie i also had very similar concerns that it would be a cheating plot, and i don't really enjoy cheating plotlines much so it was such a pleasant surprise when it was the opposite almost?? i was in awe. and the last sentence of your paragraph here, really hits the nail of what i was trying to do with this piece and what i think the film was doing as well. the sadness over what could have been but what isn't, while also appreciating and enjoying what is. you should most definitely watch the movie though! especially since you also immigrated countries. the story of the movie is based off something that actually happened in the director's life and it's just such a raw beautiful story that is so so real and authentic. i have never actually migrated to another country before, so everything about that was either from the movie or just me imagining what that would be like based on either my background (my parents are immigrants) or other media. anyways, im being extremely wordy, but basically, the experience of the main character here isn't one that i share with them, but the director of the movie does! so you should check it out !

i really liked how you brought up the tompkins square park part and how main character doesn't like it anymore because it almost feels like another reflection of them leaving a place they used to call home and not really feeling like they belong there or like they're that person that lived there anymore. kind of a mirror of how they feel about their home country.

everything you've said here is just sooo spot on!! you understood this piece wholly and completely.

and it's not a weird thing to say at all that they acted like 30 year olds haha in my head i actually imagined them as around that age lol, like early 30 somethings

and what you said about drama... yes! i think this piece would be considered a drama but it's not dramatic. it's such an understated and subtle drama that feels like it's happening in the silences of conversations. (this holds true for the movie especially. i think in interview or something the director said that this story is told mainly through by what isn't being said, it's told through the silences)

abt your fave parts:

i love adding little details like that in, details that make the characters and their lives feel like they go off the pages of the story,, so im really happy that you liked that

abt the line that goes "there used to be oceans and countries..." -- im so so so glad you liked it, i put a lot of effort and made a lot of different versions of this line. so im glad it hit for you the way i hoped it would

and what you said about toeing between confession and congratulation... yup! yeah! exactly!

the line that goes "you're it for me... you make my life so much bigger" was a mash up of a line from the movie and something someone said to me irl :) and it was indeed a very beautiful way to confess love

dang someone actually telling you that exact sentence before is absolutely insane!! im starting to think that maybe you should be the one to write this piece seriously! but also, you have GOT to watch this movie

im so glad you enjoyed the ending!! it's my favorite part as well!! the corner of the eye thing!! so happy you picked up on that. as for what i wanted to the end to be like.... i am a sucker for an open ending and although this ending is less open than others i have written it still is pretty vague... so to your answer your question, the ending is whatever you want it to be. honestly, i don't even know what the ending should be like. but the options you listed (missed connection, or grieving what could have been, etc.) are all ones that were also bouncing around in my mind as i watched the movie and wrote this piece. (for me, i think its mainly grieving what could have been, but also just a mesh of all 4 of the ones you said. emotions can be quite complex huh?)

again, pls don't apologize for the length of this review. it's a dream come true. thank you again for reading this piece, thinking so highly of it, and taking the time to leave this review for me. it makes all the brain rot i had over this film worth it. jk but again thank you. this review made my day and put the biggest smile on my face :))) i hope you have a wonderful day

#asks #8000 layers of inyun #another small note about the line at the end where joshua kisses the corner of reader's eye which was a comment i left on my google doc lol #start quote #'its said a little bit ago that joshua wrote an article abt how eyes are the only exposed part of someone's nervous system #how it's a direct line to someone's head and heart. so this kiss he places on your eye is more than just that. it's more.#and it also calls back to that scene from the beginning... did he really miss your cheek? or was he always aiming to reach your heart?'#end quote #anyways again than you for this ask!! i will be rereading it for days #:)))#OH also I will def be listening to that song thanks for the eec #rec*

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angstyclowns · 4 years

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Hello Halo hello! So I actually got this idea from a Twitter account. But may I please request an alpha bakugou x a single mom to be omega reader. She works hard to pay for her rent even when shes on her 9th month of pregnancy. And as expected during her work hours her water breaks and bakugou is there for her but she only gave birth to a single pup, which is rare since they are usually born in a litter. A fluffy ending please and thank you for your time! 💞😆💞 Love your work btw!

Yes, yes YESSS. Also thank you sm~

This one kind of got away from me, ngl.

Kiseki is japanese means miracle btw

WARNING: Mentions of rape/ past non-consensual sex. Read with caution if your sensitive to that kind of stuff!

Alpha! Katsuki Bakugo x Pregnant! Omega reader

If anyone asked you what you regret most in life, you know what you would say?

Going out alone on March 18th.

You just needed some groceries and didn’t want to bother any of your alpha friends to come with you.

You didn’t see him when you passed the alleyway. You only smelt him when he grabbed onto your arm, covering your mouth with his other hand.

His gleaming eyes glaring into yours as he quickly took what he wanted

You regretted that day so much. It made you sick just thinking about it.

Or maybe that was morning sickness. You couldn’t tell at this point.

When you found out you were pregnant from that day, you were so...so conflicted

You hated that man so much it made you burn with anger as your fists shook.

But you love pups so much, your omega couldn’t wait for the day she had her own to preen over.

You didn’t know what to do.

So you decided to sleep on it

but before you knew it. one night became several and then suddenly you were resting bags of chips on your prominent baby belly.

shit,

Adoption then. There were several more couples who could very easily take care of this pup much better than you could.

It was settled then.

And then a chilly October morning had you changing your mind once more.

You were only sitting on the couch, typing up rewrite for your resume- your work refusing to keep a pregnant omega on staff- when you felt it.

It was so small, you barely even felt it.

but then if happened again and you were sure of what it was.

Your pup had kicked for the first time and it had you in tears.

your omega was already snarling at you for thinking at getting rid of the pup

now she was full on snapping at you.

And you agreed with her. You couldn’t very well get rid of your pup now. It wasn’t a reminder of that horrible night. It was a reminder of what you survived. How something so beautiful could come from an act so heinous.

So thus began the act of acquiring baby things- all while trying to find a job.

Your parents were no help, kicking you out when they found you were unmated and pregnant- no even waiting to listen to excuses.

The only light was an old friend from your UA days, Mina.

She was kind and understanding, and very willing to help prepare you for your coming pup.

Hell, she even got you a job at a cafe right next to on her fellow pro heroes agency. His name on camera was Ground Zero, but she explained that he went by Katsuki Bakugo out of costume.

You only nodded, not really paying attention- I meant what are the chances you two would ever meet, let alone get close enough for you to call him by his civilian name.

Either way, the cafe became like a second home to you, heroes coming and going all the time and the pay was good. It truly was an incredible experience.

And then he came it. Ash blond hair unruly and ruby eyes piercing. He sat down at the front bar, giving you a chance to swallow and adjust your apron.

To be fair, on his part, Katsuki hadn’t expected anything new or even eye catching when he first walked into the cafe. Kirishima had told him about it and he had nowhere better to be for his lunch break so here he was.

When he first entered, he was hit full force with such a delicious vanilla scent he nearly drooled.

He took it as the cafe, but his alpha demanded that he find the source anyway. So he figured that the best way to do that was by sitting at the bar.

And then the scent came closer.

Your eyes were kind and caring as you asked what he wanted, his alpha howling in joy at you.

He was speechless for a moment before he quickly ordered his meal, your kind smile never leaving his head until you left.

And then he saw your baby belly. You looked about seven months along and you were glowing.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. His alpha was heartbroken though.

Until he realized you were bondless.

It peeked his curiosity to the point he was dedicated to figuring this out.

He first tried Mina. She gave him little insight since she herself knew nothing either.

Then he tried indirectly asking you. He had been constantly coming to the cafe now for about a month, slowly building a relationship with you.

He asked about your bondless neck.

The face you made alone made him immediately regret the question.

But you slid him your phone number with a small smile, asking him to text you after your shift and you would tell him.

You invited him to your apartment and then spilled your guts. You told him about the pup, the man, the rape.

He was shell shocked, but nonetheless offered you a shoulder to cry on. He hushed you and rocked you, using a hand to rub circles into your shoulder.

And though it took a few moments of reassuring himself, he then used another hand to rub your baby belly, holding his breath when you suddenly stopped.

He expected you to snap and push him away but instead, your small hand came and cupped his own, keeping the warm hand on your swollen belly.

“I want to help you.”

His words struck you deeply as you once again sobbed into his shoulder, smiling as you began purring- for the first time in a long time.

His own purrs were reciprocated as he nuzzled into your neck, scenting you happily as you returned the action.

“Our pup may not have a father, but they sure as hell have one hell of a dad.”

“Damn right.”

And thus the countdown began as you and Katsuki slowly began getting used to the idea of your relationship.

It was about two weeks before your due date when Katsuki came in, banged up but smiling nonetheless at the look you gave him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before moving on to get the next costumers food. He smiled before settling down on his seat, slowly taking of his jacket.

He shot up though the minute he heard plates crashing, a pained chirp coming from where he last saw you.

Snapping around his gut dropped as you were knelt on the ground, clutching your stomach as another chirp left you.

He was by your side withing seconds, letting you clutch his hand as he barked out orders to fellow heroes that were in the vicinity

Almost immediately you were in the back of an ambulance, Katsuki beside you, whining as you chirped and winced in distress, obviously in pain.

The wheeled you into the delivery room quickly, barely giving you the opportunity to grab Katsuki’s hand

“Ma’am, is he the father of the child or your husband?”

“AH- Yes... Yes! He’s both- GOD- whatever it takes- holy shit, this hurts- I need him by my side!”

His eyes meet yours, wincing at the tears in your eyes.

“That’s if he wants to-”

“Damn right! That’s my omega and I’ll be damned if she has to go through this alone!”

And he stuck to his word, never leaving your side throughout the entire delivery and even after.

He sat with you as you held your baby boy, cooing into your ear as he nuzzled into your neck.

He could tell you were upset with your litter only being one pup, but Katsuki would be damned if this pup wasn’t the most gorgeous pup he’s ever seen. And he told you the moment he was passed to him in the delivery, watching you as you watched him with a tired smile.

Katsuki cried as he went to hand you your son, only for you to shake your head

If he was willing to stay with you and care for a pup that wasn’t even his, especially if you could only give birth to a small litter

“Suki, what do you want to name him?”

“He’s your brat-”

“’Suki, you and I both know he’s your pup just as much as he is mine. And I think the least you deserve is naming him.”

Katsuki sent you a look before looking at your-no, his... no, both of yours- son, smiling at the (E/C) orbs that stared back at him. His little hand reached up before grabbing tightly onto Katsuki’s large finger.

“Kiseki.”

“Our little Kiseki.”

Katsuki thought he was missing something in his life, but looking at you and Kiseki, he knew what he was missing.

And letting out a purr as you leaned on him, he could only smile as he thought of a future life with you, Kiseki and any more pups that may come.

“I love you, ‘mega.”

“I love you, too ‘Suki.”

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manicdean · 4 years

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Taang Week Day 2: Modern AU

“Thursday, never looking back,”

[ @taangweek Day 2: Modern AU

After only two weeks of spring semester, Aang is fed up and ready to drop his geology class.]

A/N: i wanna redo this and make it better and i really struggled with the world-building here ngl so I couldn’t really come up with good names for the buildings or profs. what can you do¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Inspired by tumblr user @rllyjohnrlly’s modern au, specifically this post.

Read on AO3

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Science, as Aang was learning, was absolutely not what he had thought it would be. When he was still in high school, he excitedly declared a zoology major on all of his college applications, thinking he would turn his love for animals into a lifelong career.

All it took was his first college-level biology class to quickly bury that idea. Between that and chemistry for non-majors, he felt resigned to the idea that all science classes were a bad idea for him, and that he’d better just pick the easiest one in the catalog to round out his general requirements. Which is how he found himself enrolled in the Introduction to Geology class his freshman spring semester. He’d learned the three types of rocks and the basics in high school, how hard could it be?

(the answer was very hard)

(but slightly less hard than biology)

After the second week of class, he sat on the floor of Katara’s dorm, textbook draped across his lap as she sat at her desk, diligently working on her homework. She really excelled at the very classes that almost killed him and he admired that about her.

“Ugh!” Aang groaned, slamming his textbook shut and throwing his head back onto her bed. “Katara, this is awful.”

She set her pen down and shifted in her chair to face him, the look on her face one of confusion and concern. “What’s the matter?”

“I can’t do this! I hate this class,” he replied, pressing his palms into his eyes.

“Aang, what are you talking about? You can’t hate a class already, we’re only two weeks into the semester! What could possibly be so bad about it now?” Katara asked, getting up from her chair and walking over to sit across from him.

He sighed and let his hands fall back into his lap. He rolled his head to look at her. “Because it’s awful! I knew it probably wouldn’t be much fun, but I thought at least it would be pretty easy. And it’s not! It’s so hard and so boring and the professor is the most lame professor I have ever met.”

(she couldn’t help but smirk at that)

“Okay, well, you’re not going to find a class that’s easy, especially in your weakest subject. It’s just not going to happen. Maybe it’ll get more interesting after the first few chapters. Those are always just introductory anyway, they’re way more boring than the rest of the class.” She could see he wasn’t convinced and added, “The drop period was over Friday, anyway, so if you’re going to take a withdrawal, you might as well wait until after the first test. Maybe it won’t be as hard as you’re expecting.”

Aang sighed. She was right. He hated when she was right. “Fine. I’ll stick it out through the first test, but can we please take a study break now?”

***

Thursday morning, Aang walked into the lecture hall, trying his best not to drag his feet. It took all of his determination that morning to make his way to class instead of staying holed up in his dorm, playing video games until he got hungry. But he’d promised Katara and he knew he would get an earful if he broke his promise. Maybe if he just pretended he was Katara for a period, he’d have more ease with the class. Katara wouldn’t sit in the back, as was his first impulse, she would sit in the very first row.

He compromised and sat about four rows back. Earbud in one ear, he set his notebook on the table and pulled out his phone, scrolling through the texts from his friends that he’d missed on his walk. He didn’t notice when a dark-haired girl sat in the seat next to him until she tapped on his notebook. Startled, he yanked out the earbud and looked at her. “Um, hello?”

The girl looked at him

(he couldn’t help but notice how pale her eyes were and the weird quality to her gaze that he couldn’t pinpoint)

and said, “You normally sit all the way in the back. What are you doing up here now? We haven’t even had a test. Did you get in trouble or something?”

His cheeks felt warm and he knew he was blushing. “No, I just felt like maybe I’d learn better closer to the front. This stuff has been kind of hard for me so far, I guess.”

The look on her face was a little unsettling, like she was staring straight through him. She finally shrugged, turning away from him. “What’s so hard about geology?”

“I don’t know. I guess science classes just don’t come very easily to me.”

“Well lucky for you, geology is, like, as easy as they get,” she said. He didn’t feel especially reassured, but smiled a little anyway.

“So what you’re saying is you’ll help me study?” Aang asked sheepishly.

She snorted, but replied, “Maybe I will. What’s your major, anyway?”

“Oh, um,” he stuttered, feeling the redness in his face deepening and rubbing his neck in embarrassment. “I was a zoology major, but right now I’m undeclared.” He wanted to ask her the same question, wanted suddenly to know everything about this brazen, somewhat guarded girl who had sat next to him (and had noticed that it was not his normal seat), but was cut off by the professor calling the class’s attention to the lectern.

***

Seventy-five painstaking minutes of trying

(and failing)

to pay attention to the powerpoint in front of him instead of the dark-haired girl leaned back in the seat next to him later, the class was dismissed. The girl had stood, grabbing her bag, and Aang panicked for a moment, trying to think of something to say. He finally settled on asking if he could walk her to her next class.

She paused, turning her head towards him. “Well, it’s all the way over in the Humanities building.”

“That’s okay, that’s on the way to my dorm, and I don’t have another class for an hour, anyway.” He swore he saw her smile as she rolled her eyes and said, “Fine. You can walk with me.”

They talked the whole way there, never seeming to run out of topics. He was disappointed at how short the walk felt, having so much more to ask her. He’d found out she was an architecture major with a lifelong special interest in geology, lived in the freshman dorms by the Physical Sciences lecture hall, and that despite being blind, she was as in-tune with her surroundings as anyone. It was only after they said their goodbyes that he realized he’d never learned her name.

***

Her name, as it turned out, was Toph.

Every Tuesday and Thursday over the next three weeks, they sat next to each other and Aang walked her to her next class. He actually found motivation to study his notes for the first time, if only for the fact that the recordings she shared with him featured their conversations in the background of the lecture.

Once, he had been running late after sleeping through his alarms, and while his first impulse had been to go back to sleep and skip his first class of the day, he bolted out of bed and rushed to get dressed, worrying that someone would take his seat next to Toph.

(or worse, she wouldn’t even notice)

He nearly ran all the way across campus. Heart pounding, he snuck through the doorway as the professor lectured on and slipped into his usual seat next to Toph. She lifted her head; something he couldn’t quite place flashed over her face.

(relief?)

“Finally decided to show up, huh?” she whispered.

He started to explain himself, but stopped short, deciding on a better way to embarrass himself. “Yeah. I got caught up trying to figure out why you’re so good at this class.”

“Did you figure it out?”

“It’s because you don’t take anything for granite.” He looked over to catch the way the corner of her lips tugged upwards through the taken-aback look on her face.

“That was awful. Don’t do that again,” she hissed at him.

“Okay, okay,” he conceded, chuckling to himself. “You know what I would’ve been if I hadn’t shown up today?”

“What’s that?”

“A skipping stone.”

The irritated expression she wore intensified, fending off the smile he so desperately wanted to see. “Seriously, you have got to stop doing that. I don’t like puns, especially when they’re that bad.”

“My sediments exactly.” He almost expected her to hit him, but was delighted to hear a giggle escape. A warm feeling spread through his chest and he knew then that he would spend every last moment he had for the rest of her life trying to make her laugh again.

***

“You guys!” Aang exclaimed, slamming the door to Sokka’s apartment closed a little harder than he had meant to. He continued into the living room, all but throwing himself onto the couch next to Katara without so much as a “hello” to her, Sokka, or Suki. “I had the most amazing date today.”

Sokka looked up from where he sat, getting his hair braided, between Suki’s legs. “You had a date? With who?”

“Was it that girl from your geology class?” Katara asked.

“Yes! Her name is Toph and I finally got her number and we’ve been talking, like, non-stop,” he blurted all at once.

“Slow down!” Katara giggled. “Are you going to tell us about the date?”

“Right, so I’ve sat next to her in geology since I’ve been wanting to do better in that class. That’s been a bad idea as far as paying more attention, but spirits, it’s been the best. I was almost late this morning because I slept through my alarms.” Seeing the admonishing look on Katara’s face, he added, “I actually got up as soon as I realized and went to class, don’t worry, Momtara. Anyway, I got to class just as the prof was starting the powerpoint, and when I first walked in, I was worried someone else might have taken the seat next to her that I’ve been sitting in, but no one had. And she actually seemed like she was looking for me. I mean, she can’t see, but still, when I finally got there and sat down, I swear it looked like she was happy to see me.”

Not leaving room for Sokka to make a disparaging joke, Aang recounted the jokes he’d told her,

(which he definitely stayed up several nights in a row to come up with)

how she’d acted like she’d hated them, but he’d caught her snickering a few times.

“So you asked her out after class?” Suki asked.

Aang blushed and ran a hand through his short hair. “Not exactly.” He held up his hands in protest of his friends’ exclamations. “I always walk her to her next class because it’s on the way to my dorm and I always want to keep talking to her. Well, we get all the way to the Humanities building and she looks at me and says, ‘I don’t really feel like going to this class today.’”

“She skipped class?” Suki asked with a mock-scandalous tone. “Maybe you two are meant for each other.”

“I know!” Aang said, ignoring the jab entirely. “And, Katara, don’t give me that look. I would have convinced her to go to class, but the opportunity was there and I couldn’t pass up taking her to lunch.” Grinning, he told them about how Toph had loosened up while they ate, even agreeing to try his favorite vegan restaurant in the main commons, how cute she was when she smiled at him. She had even agreed to a study date the following night.

He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he asked, “So would you guys be okay if she came to hang out with us this weekend?”

#ok sorry im on mobile the read more broke #taang #atla #taang week #taangweek #taang week 2020 #my fics

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Never loved you

Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader (College AU)

Warning/s: Characters are 20+; slight IzuOcha ship; Fluff; Angst; implied Depression; may or may not been based on experience

And yes, the title is a Song by Evie Clair. You’re quirk is smth to do w/ Empath and it’s not hero material by norms.

You never expect to encounter him. Out of all the people you could’ve met, you didn’t believe you that you could met him online out of all the places.

It started when you became friends with a group of talented singers and musicians as you also joined into the fun – abeit not as talented as them, you tried your best and put your all into it. Not long after that, you began knowing the group which consists of all the previous students of Class 1-A and some other students of UA and soon, Mina invited you to join their group as an “honorary member” as you lived in another country which you gladly accepted.

Sometimes, you would join the voice call and be overwhelmed by the amount of voices blasting in your earphone. Sometimes, you would listen silently as everyone talked over each other while Bakugou screamed and make small explosions that literally makes everyone deaf. Rip earphone users. You loved and treasured these moments with them, although you didn’t know what they looked like.

It wasn’t until he joined that made you the happiest. You were currently teasing Midoriya and Uraraka, saying they were cute crushing on each other, much to Uraraka’s denial and Midoriya’s stuttering. Chuckling, you continue with your impromptu storytelling of their love blossoming until both of them are beyond speechless. You decided to stop when Bakugou joined the conversation.

“Yo, Mina invited other damn extra!” he informed in his usual loud voice.

“Kaachan, you shouldn’t talk to Shinsou like that! He’s listening you know!” Midoriya scolded softly.

You checked and someone was listening in, they had a cat picture as a profile pic and you couldn’t helped but smack yourself in embarrassment as you didn’t noticed earlier while Bakugou and Midoriya beefed it out in the voice chat. You muted them, not wanting to hear they’re yelling of being the no. 1 hero.

“I agree with you btw.” chatted the one with cat pic. “It’s so obvious, it makes me roll my eyes that they remain oblivious to each other’s feelings.”

“IKR!” You typed back, forgetting your embarrassment.

“You’re not from UA, are you?”

“No. Actually, I’m just an honorary member as Mina says since I live miles away haha.”

“I see. I’m Shinsou, Shinsou Hitoshi btw.”

“(l/n) (f/n)! Nice to meet’cha!”

You didn’t know how it happened but you felt an instant connection to him and you two hitted it off from then. You two would always chat in your private message and it quickly became unnoticed by the others, they even started to ship is and make an official name for the ship. You played oblivious as did he, although both of you already know about it.

After two weeks, he called you bb and you couldn’t helped but blush before awkwardly telling him: you really really liked him. At first, he didn’t say anything so you were half-expecting him to reject you and that’ll be it. But surprised, he told you: he liked you back. However you both decided that it’s too early for a relationship so you two now have a peace of mind that at least the other feels the same way.

It was fun, interacting with him, sending him uwus and heart memes, etc. You learned that he’s working as a pro hero while you studied in university. You learned he’s a gamer who sings, plays the guitar and ukulele ngl i can honesty see this as canon. And he plays basketball and soccer just pretend sksksksksk.

You two would schedule voice calls as you both were busy, it would always play out as – you would come home late and wait for him to get out of work as you two chatted away before actually getting in the call once he’s home. You would usually ask about he’s day and about his job and he’d reply with his usual deep tired voice that you’ve grown to love curses my deep voice kink.

This went for two months. Until one night while you were staying up late studying, he chatted your name. This was the first time he called you by your real name, usually he would call you by your username or “bb” as usual so this sudden change set butterflies in your stomach.

“Yes, Toshi?” you replied before teasingly sent, “This is the 1st time you called me by my name haha.”

“I wanted to tell you something important so I thought it’d catch your attention.”

“Well, what is it?”

“I love you.”

Without thinking you typed, “I love you too.” and sent it before realizing what he meant. “Do you meant that as a friend?” You immediately sent.

“Do you want me to say that?”

You blushed hard, you can imagine him chuckling at your stupid question. “Uhhh no??? Idk??? You’re not joking, right??”

“I wouldn’t have said it, if I didn’t mean it.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe it so you just had to ask.

“Yes.”

“Tell it to me again plz 🥺👉👈.”

“I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Toshi.”

“In advance, I’m so sorry for being a weirdo.”

“But you’re my weirdo.”

Cue squealing. But after that, it went spiraling down. A month and a week went by without communication from him; no updates, no greetings, no nothing. You decided to confront him about your concerns. You understand that he’s busy at work and you were always supportive and understanding at his job were his top priority.

But couldn’t he at least spare you a few minutes of his free time, maybe when he woke up or during his breaks. You didn’t ask for more so you were slightly disappointed with him as it worried you that he worked 6am-2am everday without holiday breaks besides Nov.1-2.

You voiced those concerns to him, he apologized and you forgave him. But this behavior of his continued on and this made you sad, other would say you’re depressed but you were too occupied with thoughts of him; his voice; the feeling he gave you, etc.

For another month and three days, you confront him again but this time he left your pm and blocked you. You panicked as negative thoughts flooding your mind.

Did you do anything wrong? You weren’t too clingy, right? Your chat wasn’t too honest, right?

You somehow managed to calm your mind after a couple of minutes and through logical evaluation and elimination, you concluded that you didn’t do anything wrong. But the questions remain: Why did he leave? Why did he blocked you?

For the longest time, you couldn’t answer that. You spend your time drifting off from reality and to your memories with Toshi while day-by-by you lessen your interactions with your online friends, seemingly just vanishing from thin air.

You felt empty, a void of loneliness filled you as you went your way through your own life, not knowing what to do with yourself or even feel. Why did it come to this? Everything went fine, you two were happy so why? Why did he suddenly leave you all alone like that?

———————————————————————

Today was the reunion of UA batch [number]. Shinsou stood in the far corner of the Gym Gamma, his back leaning against the wall as he observed everyone and everything. He noticed an unfamiliar yet familiar (h/c) locks, he watch as you talked with Sero, Tokoyami, Shouji, and Ojirou. You were especially close to Ojirou, you practically by his side with your arm linked with his.

He didn’t know why he was growing irritated and angry at sight of you being in someone else’s arms when he damn well know that you deserve to move on after what he’d done to you after all those three years but still… He had hoped that you actually waited for him.

You were suddenly called by Kirishima as you leaned towards Ojirou and whispered a soft ‘see you’ before walking towards to him.

“(Y/n)-chan! I want you to meet someone!” He said as he dragged you towards where a lone lavender haired man stood before running away. You opened your mouth to objects but it was already too late, he was gone. You looked at the stranger and felt that same connection when you met him, you knew. Although not having to see his face, you just knew that it was him: Shinsou.

“(L/n) (f/n)! Nice to meet’cha!” You cheered brightly, just like when you first introduced yourself to him.

“I know.” he replied. “I’m Shinsou Hitoshi.” God, why I am so lame. He thought.

“Oh! Nice to finally and officially meet you, Shinsou-san!” You smiled as you raised your glass towards him.

Why did you have to call him like a stranger? And not the usual ‘Toshi’ you would always call him?

He clicked his glass with yours and took a sip as his eyes spotted a shiny accessory on your ring finger, making his heart froze. That’s why. You were engaged. Of course, why wouldn’t you be? You were ever so patient, understanding and supportive. It didn’t even surprise him.

When you finished you glass, you excused yourself as Jirou announces the last song for tonight that is written by the guess before she yelled out your name and you climbed up the stage.

“Love do you know?

We've been growing apart

And you should know

That for me that's hard

Darling I'm scared if I let you go, oh

This will be goodbye for good

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

‘I never loved you’

And I won't say

That I knew it from the start

So you can say

That we weren't torn apart

'Cause for me, oh it's easier to bleed, oh

When I know you can sleep so I keep telling myself

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

I feel numb when the drums slow down

Oh, leave me dumb so I can't tell myself

Myself, oh

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

I already know that it just isn't true

It's easier this way

I'll spare my heart some pain

Even though I know it isn't true

‘I never loved you’.”

Part 2, maybe???

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jjkfire · 5 years

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update 4/27/21:

I'm working at a startup so it's extremely busy. but I love my job! i am trying to find the time to fit writing in my schedule tho. gonna figure it out someday lol. my stories are not abandoned, don't worry. all the endings and plot points have been planned. i'm just struggling to find the time to write atm. still very grateful for all the kind words and support you guys have given me over the years. hope all of you are out there living your best lives, exploring, learning, and finding joy in all the little things 😊 join my tag list (read the instructions pls) to get notified when I update my fics!

previous big update:

hello! i know i’ve been sort of mia but… it’s been an absolutely chaotic time for me.

the (long) story goes a little something like this:

earlier this year during spring break, i had friends who convinced me to give america a shot and apply for jobs after grad. i really didn’t want to because the visa process is a pain and it costs a lot. also, not a lot of companies want to hire internationals so it’s very demoralizing to receive a million rejections… but my friends are very persuasive people lol.

so it was super hectic during the last few months I had in the country as i tried to get through the visa process, study, work, beef up my resume, apply for jobs and graduate at the same time. (i understand that a ton of people have to do this too… but it’s hard y’all). anyway, one Medium article, one cold email, and a number of grueling interviews later, i found out i got a job!

now i just had to convince my parents… this was actually in all honesty, the most stressful part. i love them to death but my father really made it feel like i was choosing between my family and a job and ngl i cried myself to sleep on the regular. in the end, he finally gave me the okay to take the job but i know he’s still very upset. that’s honest to god the worst part. (my mum’s been super supportive tho so i guess that’s the silver lining in all of this!)

prior to getting the job though, I was really in limbo. I had returned to my home country because I and by extension, my parents, were not confident that i was going to be able to land a job in the US. I was very confused because I was neither here nor there. I was interviewing with the american company from my home country, trying my best to make sure they’d still be interested in me as a candidate no matter how many hurdles there were. then, to ensure that I had a safety net, I was also doing interviews locally and sending out resumes whenever I could. I was exhausted. and I know everyone goes through the job hunt so it’s equally as exhausting for everyone but yeah it was not a fun time.

anyway so now that I took that job in america i gotta move halfway across the world again, but this time without financial support and i don’t know… maybe this is the first time i’ll be truly independent and ya im seconds away from shittin myself. really gotta put on my big girl pants and try to not be broke yeet yeet.

but uhh that’s the low down on why i haven’t been able to write much at all…….. and yeah! working on it tho… haha always working on it.

to end all of this, I just want to say that I’m super lucky to have all of you. I basically got the job because of that article I wrote. I know I sound like a broken record talking about my article over and over but I dunno I guess all of this is just a little wild to me ahah.

I owe a lot of my confidence in my writing to all of you. I personally think my writing improved bc of this blog and the support you guys give me is… unreal (“: I know it may seem insignificant to some of you to reblog/like and comment on a fic but it really spurs me creatively and makes me feel sort of confident about my writing. all of that is probably why I didn’t think twice about hitting that post button on my article. although it’s a very different type of writing… I don’t know it’s just knowing that my writing is worth something… knowing that my writing is worth taking 5 minutes out of your day to read, is pretty cool and you guys kind of gave me that! (i am in no way saying that my writing is the best thing on earth. far from it. but i think you guys understand what i’m trying to say!)

so in some way, you guys helped me get a job! nice work team hahahah. also, also i just want to say, never give up. I decided I wanted to try my luck at the American job market maybe around the end of March and graduation was in early May. so I had about more or less a month to do something. I knew I needed a way to set myself apart from everyone else because my gpa wasn’t stellar and I hadn’t had any internships in America. not to mention the fact that I was an international student hence it was even harder to get hired. so basically, why would a company pick me over the next person? I thought perhaps knowing how to code was the way to give myself an edge so I learned some basic python and sql but then I realized there wasn’t really an impressive project I could attempt within that short time frame and I also knew far too little to do anything anyway. this meant that I was back at square one.

so, I switched gears instead. I sat down and really thought about what I could do. I concluded that at the very least, I could write. I knew I could write so I needed something that I could use along with my writing and I was like… it’s gotta be data! knowing that, I picked up the basics on how to use Tableau and I also picked up VBA macros in excel (if you don’t know what this is… I think you should Google it. it will literally blow your mind. excel can do a lot more than you can imagine). Then, I picked what I wanted to write my article on, got the data I needed from google trends, used vba macros to make the calculations faster, used tableau to make charts based on the data and photoshop to spice up the charts and etc. I did my research in the meantime as well and had a rough plan on what I was going to write about. after this, it was all systems go and it went a little like this:

wrote the article. attached my charts. linked the links. hit that post button. applied to all the jobs & companies that I thought would see value in what I did and can do. got rejected many times. felt discouraged. did more searching on companies that were willing to hire internationals. decided to send a cold email to a company. ACTUALLY HEARD BACK. went through multiple interviews. ACTUALLY GOT THE JOB.

so guys, never give up. recognize your strengths and build around that. if you think you don’t have any strengths, look harder. if you still feel you don’t have any, make the effort to learn something. it’s never too late for anything. I did all of that in one month and 10 days (the learning stuff and writing the article thing I mean). always be open to learning. I say this so much irl that my friends are sick of it but in this day and age with the internet, you can literally learn anything. so please, learn. learn for fun, learn for whatever reason. learn anything. you’ll never know when it’ll come in handy. like my basic Photoshop that I learned just so I could make a header for my blog… literally used that skill for the graphics in my article lol.

anyway, you can achieve a lot more than you think you can. you just gotta throw caution to the wind and do your own thing. be determined, be proactive. if things aren’t going the way you think it should be, do something to change that. you are all amazing and capable of great things! I hope you all know that. my mum always said if you never try, you’ll never know. don’t be afraid, don’t stop to think about what other people will think of you. keep doing you. people doubt you enough so don’t add to that. keep your head held high and keep moving forward.

once again I want to thank you guys for being sort of a support system for me! every comment, nice ask and sweet message has brought me this far. i really mean it (’: always be nice and supportive my sweet dumplings. your words truly have impact!

#very long essay...#it's a very long ramble i know ): but it feels so good to vent here #ramblin

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princess-cordelias-writingblog · 5 years

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Behind The Door (Peter Parker xFem!Reader)

A/N: First Peter fic ever!! I absolutely love the gif btw. Peter is slightly older but you’ll find out soon enough on the fic. This is for @spideyboipete writing challenge, congrats on the 300F love!!! -Danny

Words: 3,411 (pretty sure is my longest one so far)

Warnings: hints of an abusive relationship, badly written ngl. Terrible jokes (blame spidey or me for those, we suck) lfsjghsg I’m not so sure this is good but is something, I hope you guys don’t completely hate it

Prompt: #6 "what if this isn't the end?"

Listen to me.

I heard a glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine At first I thought that I was dreamin'

Peter jumped slightly; still half asleep, he turned around on his bed and opened his eyes lazily looking for something out of place. He could’ve sworn he’d heard glass shattering, but on his room there wasn't any trace of something out of place, maybe his dream was really vivid...

But then I heard the voice of a girl And it sounded like she'd been cryin' Now I'm too worried to be sleepin'

And then he heard the muffled cries above his head. His spidey senses helped to get a clearer sound of what was going on: Y/N was crying.

Y/N L/N was his neighbor, a kind girl. Every time she and Peter shared the elevator she’d nod without making eye contact and Peter would greet her with a soft “Hi”, trying to sound more chill than how he usually felt around her. It was a secret (the only secret he’d managed to hide) but he had a tiny crush on her.

And now she was crying and despite having the spidey sense working so well, he couldn’t tell what was happening, all he could hear was her soft cries and the sound of loud steps from one corner to the other, so the obvious answer, she wasn’t alone. Suddenly, Peter felt sleepless.

So I took the elevator to the second floor Walked down the hall and then I knocked upon her door She opened up and I asked about the things I've been hearing

He dressed up and grabbed one of his web-shooters just in case things got ugly and someone was trying to hurt her. He got out of his apartment and took the elevator to the next floor, walking the same amount of steps he usually made to his place, just instead of ending on his number, he ended on hers. Peter knocked on the door and it took a few minutes for it to be opened. He also noticed that for a moment he couldn’t hear crying anymore. It was actually way too quiet now and just when he was about to step back and go to his place thinking maybe she fell asleep while watching a movie, the door swung open and Y/N was there.

“Uh- Hi! uh-Y-Y/N right?” He stammered, “Sorry if I woke you up is just, uhm... I heard loud noises and I was wondering if you were alright?”

She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you" Sweater zipped up to her chin

Things were definitely not alright. Y/N had puffy eyes and messy hair, she kept pulling her sleeves down and covering as much as she could of her body with a sweater two sizes bigger, she threw him a nervous smile and shook her head, she tried to sound calm but Peter could hear her heart beating much faster than his and he went on full spiderman mode.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, this time in a lower, more urgent voice.

“I’m fine, Parker,” She answered, impassive, “nothing going on here. Maybe you heard something from your next-door neighbor or just your ears playing tricks, haha”

“Are you sure?” He tilted his head so he could see inside her place, but nothing seemed out of order, maybe she was in fact just watching a movie that made her cry.

"Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you But I have to go back in Wish I could tell you about the noise But I didn't hear a thing"

“Totally,” Y/N nodded, then looked back for a second and frowned, “listen... it’s nice of you to come here and make sure I’m alright but is all good, really. But I have to go back in or my boyfriend will start to worry”

Boyfriend. He didn’t know Y/N had a boyfriend, that must’ve been the steps he heard.

“Oh,” He felt like the air was escaping his lungs and time went slower, a boyfriend. She had a boyfriend. “Yeah, sorry for this”

“I hope you can find the source of that noise though,” She smiled a bit warmer this time, “otherwise it’ll keep you up all night. I wish I could help but I honestly didn’t hear... maybe it was the wind”

“S’alright” He shrugged, already turning around, “have a good night”

“Goodnight, Parker”

She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"

It’s been two weeks since Peter found out about Y/N’s boyfriend, and although she’d assured him that everything was fine his gut kept on insisting that it wasn’t. Not just his spidey sense, the way her whole body tensed up while talking to him wasn’t normal, she never acted that way around him. He had known her for almost two years now, something was wrong.

At first, the sounds were discrete, some loud thumps here and there, not that often. Then he started to raise his voice during night time and things started to shatter more often than not. That guy was abusive no doubt, and Peter needed to help.

So I was layin' on the floor of my room Cold concrete on my back No, I just couldn't shake the feeling I didn't want to intrude 'cause I knew that I didn't have all the facts But I couldn't bear the thought of leavin' her

But how? He didn’t know exactly what was going on, and with what excuse he’d go and stand there, demanding answers? The guy could easily shrug them off as just inventions of his mind and unless Y/N was ready to speak up she wouldn’t raise her voice. He knew things like this could happen, he didn’t blame Y/N, but he was worried sick about her.

So one day when he knew Y/N’s boyfriend wasn’t around, he went up again and knocked her door, asking again if she had any idea of what things could be making the “mysterious noise”, Peter tried to act calm and unthreatening, talking about the whole thing half-joking like he didn’t know.

“Sorry, Parker” Y/N sighed, he could tell she was a really good liar by the way she could carry herself despite the loud thumping of her heart, “Still no idea of what you’re hearing...”

“Call me Peter, please” He scrunched up his nose, “Parker sounds like you hate me”

His neighbor laughed and Peter’s heart felt heavy at the thought of not hearing that sound as often as he would’ve liked.

“I don’t hate you, I promise,” She opened the door fully and invited him in.

“So...” He looked around for any sign of oddness, “how’re things?”

“You know, going” She grabbed two cups from the kitchen and pour coffee in them, handing one to him and placing the other in front of the boy, “you want any sugar or milk?”

“Both please” He smiled, nervously fidgeting with the laces of his hoodie. “Only going though? I always imagined you’d have a busy life”

“Sometimes it is” She came back from the kitchen with the milk and sugar and put them in the middle of the table, finally sitting in front of him, “however, things are going slower lately, maybe because I don’t go out as much as before”

“Why’s that?” He blushed realizing he was being too nosy, “I mean, if you want to tell me about it, if not that’s fine-”

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind” Y/N interrupted, then her body tensed up like she was getting ready to run away from the conversation, “uhm... my boyfriend doesn’t like to go out as often as mind, he’s more of a ‘stay home and binge watch some show’ kind of guy”

“Oh, too bad” Peter was trying so hard not to show any sign of how angry that was making him, not only this man was hurting her but he was also keeping her away from the world, like it was some kind of possession only he could use.

“No, I mean-”

But her voice got lost in the middle of her reply when the sound of keys showed up, and soon enough the door opened and Y/N’s boyfriend was coming through.

So that’s him, Peter thought.

When the man saw Peter on his dining table he went pale, the hand that was holding the keys closed on a tight fist and it looked quite painful, but nothing compared to what Peter wanted to do to him.

“Who’s this?” he asked roughly.

“Peter Parker” He answered before Y/N could introduce him, “I’m your neighbor from downstairs. I came here to ask Y/N about some noise I’ve been hearing for half a month now and I think is coming from here but she hasn’t heard it, perhaps you have?”

Instead of trying to sound friendly and like he meant no harm, Peter did his best to sound intimidating and give him a look that he was trying to translate into a specific thought: I know exactly what the noise is.

“Sorry man,” he answered with the same attitude, “I can’t help you.”

“Peter, this is Mike” Y/N said, “he’s my boyfriend.”

“Were you leaving then?” Mike asked in a tone that lacked kindness.

“I was” Peter stood up and stand eye to eye with the other boy, around the same height as him. He was nothing impressive but had an aggressive vibe, like he was in fact, something to fear. But Peter wasn’t afraid of a beater. “Nice to meet you, Mike”

He took his hand and made sure to squeeze it as hard as he could without breaking it, Mike tightened his jaw and returned the squeeze but did no harm to Peter, since he was way stronger.

“I’ll walk you out” Y/N mumbled hurriedly while walking past them and opening the door, she now acted different once more, the hand that wasn’t holding the door was tight against her leg and she couldn’t stand still, she looked at Peter and smiled awkwardly, nodding for him to get to the door.

“It the noise comes back,” Peter said to her in a low voice once he was out of the apartment, this time giving her a look that clearly meant something else, “please Y/N, I worry about-”

“I told you already, Peter” She insisted, but tears were already starting to form, “it must be the wind, next time make sure you close all your windows. I’m fine, I...” She swallowed hard, closing her eyes for just a second, “I can fix this.”

Peter watched as the door closed on his face, speechless, desperate to save the girl he was so in love with. He would do anything to save her, he wanted to.

She said, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"

Out of his mind, Peter turned on his old-school boombox (he always liked retro stuff) almost every morning when he knew Mike wasn’t around, it was a very stupid thing, a song wasn’t going to help Y/N and it wasn’t going to get her out of the relationship. But while he waited, while she waited for a better day, he kept playing that song just so she could feel less lonely, so she knew Peter was always there. Waiting, trying.

Aim my boombox at the roof, I'm playing "Lean on Me" Just so that she knows that she can lean on me And when she hears the words, I hope she knows she'll be okay

It was patrol night, Peter put on the spidey suit and went out to the city to help others, he had to, after spending almost a month without going out afraid that Y/N might need him. That night she had gone out so he was both, glad and relieved, cause that meant she could still go out without Mike forcing her to stay and he could do his hero duty.

Peter sat at the rooftop of a random building near his place, it was almost time to go back but since the night was too pretty to ignore, he waited there a few minutes and stared at the moon, his most childish side made a wish, and he asked for Y/N to be okay, happy. Even if he couldn’t ever be with her, either because she didn’t like him or the timing was never right, he wished for her to be always surrounded by people who loved her and live a happy ever after story.

Someone started to argue at the end of the street, loud screams of a girl and angry grunts of a man. Peter focused his stared and finally, he found the source of the noise.

He moved as fast as he could, putting his mask back on and jumping from the building, throwing webs at the fastest pace until he finally landed right in front of the couple. The man didn’t see him since he had his back turned but Y/N’s eyes opened in surprise, her attempts to push Mike away from her slightly faltered.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but I’m sure this is not what people would call the perfect date” When he spoke, Mike jumped and looked over his shoulder, horrified with the sight in front of him.

“Y-you’re-”

“Oh so you know me” Peter reply, a bit too amused of the opportunity in front of him, “good, so you know what is about to happen unless you let her go, right?”

“This is not your business, bug” He spat, grabbing Y/N tighter, “my girlfriend and I are just having a chat”

“I’m not his girlfriend anymore!” She cried out, tears falling from her eyes at the way Mike was holding her, “We broke up two days ago and he keeps following me around!”

“Oh c’mon, she’s just acting up, are you really gonna believe her? She’s crazy!”

“Now buddy,” Peter made a disapproving sound with his tongue, “I don’t know if you got any brains left but if you do have you heard of the ‘Me too’ movement? Cause if you have, you’ll know I believe in what she says completely. And that means I believe you’re a dick.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, Peter threw a web directly at Mike’s face and pulled, Mike’s grasp on Y/N finally let loose and she stepped back as far as she could the moment Peter punch Mike on the nose with his free hand. He heard the guy whine and watched as he looked for him blindly, throwing his fists into the air helplessly.

“Way to go, man” Peter commented jokingly, “you’re really beating up all those ghosts”

“Come here you prick!” Mike exclaimed, now trying to get the web out of his eyes, something Peter knew to be useless.

“I’m afraid I pass,” He shot another web to Mike’s ankle and pulled again, making him fall on his back, Peter kneeled beside his head and whispered in the lowest, scary voice he could do, “Now listen, if you go anywhere near this girl again I’ll make sure you don’t have any hands left to grab anything like that for the rest of your life, you hear me?”

“Fuck you!” Mike growled from the ground.

“Fuck you Mike!” Y/N seemed to have gained courage during the few minutes of that night, she looked at Mike completely disgusted. “With or without Spiderman’s help, you don’t get to touch me anymore.”

“You heard the lady, no hands allowed” He grabbed Mike’s hands and cuffed them behind his back, “Do you want me to help you take the trash out? The Police station must be about six blocks that way”

“Yes, thank you” She still had a frown on her face, but her eyes were softer now, filled with relief. “He deserves what is coming...”

And when she hears the words, I know exactly what I'll say Promise I'm not playing tricks on you You're always welcome to come in You could stay here for an hour or two If you ever need a friend

A week after that night, Peter still felt like he needed to stay awake longer during the nights, the times he slept his dreams all had to do with Y/N running away from things while he was unable to reach out to her. After the fourth sleepless night, Peter heard a knock on the door.

He got up quickly thinking it was some kind of emergency and stumbled through the hall and towards the front door. Y/N was there waiting for him.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” He gave her a small, anxious smile, opening the door completely and letting her in, “all good?”

“Yeah,” She walked slowly and gave a curious look to the surroundings, “I know is late, sorry. I-uh... been wanting to thank you for a while”

“What did I do?” Peter asked with genuine curiosity, he closed the door behind him and walked her to the living room.

“You cared,” Y/N laughed nervously, “you didn’t have to but you tried and I pushed you away pretending nothing was wrong, cause I thought I could fix it alone. You must think I’m an idiot for dating Mike”

“Don’t call yourself that” He frowned, from the corner of the couch he reached out and pulled the blanket from behind Y/N, offering it to her in the process, she took it with a shy ‘thank you’ before Peter continued his argument, “I know ending a... complicated relationship is hard, I wanted to help but I understand if you still felt like you couldn’t trust me either, I’m... Well, I’m a man” He chuckled.

“It’s over now,” She wrapped the blanket tight around her shoulders and sighed, “my thing with Mike, I kicked him out like a week and a half”

“Really?” Peter pretended to be surprised by the news, although he already knew the whole story, Y/N had to tell all of it on the police station. But since that was Spiderman and not him, Peter let her continue.

“Yeah, and it was a crazy week,” She shook her head like she still couldn’t process the whole thing, “I mean, I even met Spiderman”

“No way!” Peter’s smile was bigger now, and he could barely stay in character. “How is he?”

“He was... nice, I don’t know” Y/N replied, deep in thought, “I can’t help but feel a bit off when I think about him, somehow when I heard him talked I thought I knew him from somewhere else. And the way he broke his grasp, like he knew exactly what was going on...”

She narrated the encounter to Peter, and he heard it from start to end and nodding, trying to give his full attention.

“Well, maybe he did, y’know?” He commented at the end, “I heard he’s got this sixth sense that helps him to get the bad guy, and no offense, but between you and Mike it must have been easy to tell which one was the bad guy.”

“None taken,” She laughed, but there was still something about it that didn’t sound fully honest.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you sure you’re good?”

“I...” Her head fell to her hands and groaned, passing her hands through her hair and making a mess of it, she shook her head.

“What is it?” Peter changed his position on the couch so he could face her fully.

“I know he can’t come near me anymore, and Spiderman promised I’d be safe...” Y/N prompted her legs up on the couch and hug them protectively, “What if this isn’t the end? What if he manages to come back and attack me?”

“If that ever happens, you call me and I’ll go to you,” He reassured her, he grabbed the hand closest to him and gently held it, the only way of comfort he could do without thinking he was stepping a line, “we’re friends, I’ll be there if you need me. Or if your place feels unsafe, you’re always welcome to knock on my door and I’ll let you in as long as you want to.”

“Thanks, Peter,” For the first time in what Peter felt like eternity, her heart was at ease, her rhythm in sync with his own. She pulled her phone out of her pocket with her free hand and stared at the block screen, “shit, is almost two in the morning, I should head home...”

“Right,” Peter cleared his throat, he felt sad about letting her go, he still felt guilty and sad about many things, but it was her time to heal, she had to lead the way. Peter had no say in that, for him, it was okay as long as she wouldn’t push away anymore.

We can talk about the noise, when you're ready, but 'til then I'll say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind Must have been the wind, it must have been the wind"

Peter had to fight a bit, but she finally agreed to be walked to her door, once they got there, he felt slightly disappointed that the walk lasted so little.

“Have a good night, Y/N” He whispered, already turning away from the door.

But a pair of hands pulled him by the shoulder and turned him back around, suddenly he found himself in a tight embrace, Y/N’s hair smelled like flowers, it was nice. Warm, gentle and yet, she hugged him like her life depended on it.

“You know,” Y/N continued, the voice came muffled since she was hiding her face on his shoulder, “I wish you don’t wake up to any strange noises anymore”

“Must have been the wind...” He shrugged, hugging her back and gently rubbing circles on her waist.

Y/N L/N and Peter Parker were just friends. It could stay like that forever, or it could turn into something else with time. Peter didn’t mind, as long as Y/N was happy.

Thanks for reading :)

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