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[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

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After Midnight, Before Morning (Min Yoongi x Fem OC)

A moment that wasn't supposed to matter-and the lifetime that followed.

Cast: Min Yoongi (Suga/Agust D) the world-famous producer who never planned to let anyone in. | Liliy Rosario a young Puerto Rican Stylist that was too young and too brave for her own good.

Tropes: Accidental Pregnancy, Age Gap, Forbidden Romance, Enemies to Lovers

Content Warnings: Mature Themes (Consensual intimacy, with no explicit details), Significant age gap (33 & 21), emotional vulnerability, angst fluff and soft hurt/comfort

Part One - Previous

Liliy never meant for her life to look like this—standing in the corridor outside Studio 7F, heart doing a panicked tap dance in her ribs, an ultrasound printout clutched in her clammy hand.

She could hear him inside, Min Yoongi, voice low and unbothered as he directed someone over the phone. He didn’t sound like a man whose world was about to tilt. He sounded exactly the same as the first day she met him: tired, focused, and vaguely irritated that life insisted on interrupting his music.

It felt wrong to be here. Wrong to be her.

She pressed the heel of her palm to her stomach, willing herself to breathe. She was twenty-four. She still forgot to pay her phone bill on time. She had no business having a baby—let alone with him.

But she had to tell him. Even if he looked at her with that flat, assessing stare again. Even if he said nothing at all.

Gathering every ounce of courage she had, she raised her fist and knocked.

The door opened halfway. He didn’t look surprised to see her—he never did. Yoongi had this unsettling way of acting like he was always three steps ahead of everyone.

“Liliy.” His voice was quiet. Neutral. He leaned one shoulder against the frame, dark hair falling into his eyes. “Did you need something?”

She swallowed. It was hard to speak around the pressure in her throat.

“Can I talk to you?”

His gaze flicked to the folder in her hands, then back to her face. Something flickered there—quick as a spark—and was gone.

“Come in,” he said simply.

The studio smelled like coffee and warm electronics. She remembered that smell too well. It made her stomach twist with memories she’d tried so hard to compartmentalize.

He moved back to his desk and sank into the chair, one hand absently adjusting a fader as he watched her. Always watching.

She stood in the middle of the room, feeling absurdly small.

“You look pale,” he remarked after a moment. “Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick.” Her fingers tightened around the folder. “I just—”

“Spit it out.”

Her heart squeezed. She didn’t know why it still hurt, the way he cut to the bone so easily.

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted, the words dropping between them like something heavy.

Silence.

For a few seconds, the only sound was the hum of the monitors. Yoongi didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just sat there, motionless, like he was processing an error message.

Finally, he leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees.

“How far along?”

“Almost twelve weeks.” She forced herself to meet his eyes, even though she wanted to crawl under the floor. “I didn’t—I mean, I wasn’t sure, at first, and then I thought it would be better to wait—”

His jaw tightened, but his voice stayed calm. “Better to wait to tell me I have a child?”

“I didn’t know if you’d even want to know,” she said, her voice breaking. “You made it pretty clear that night in Tokyo meant nothing.”

He closed his eyes. His hands clenched together.

“It didn’t mean nothing.”

Liliy swallowed hard. She felt like she was shaking apart.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” she whispered. “I don’t need anything. I just thought—”

“You thought I deserved to know.”

“Yes.”

Another beat of silence. Then, to her shock, he exhaled a slow breath and nodded.

“You’re right.”

Her shoulders sagged. The tears she’d been holding back all morning welled up, hot and humiliating. She pressed her palms to her face.

“God, I’m sorry,” she choked out. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to do this here—”

“Stop apologizing.” His voice was suddenly closer, and when she lowered her hands, he was standing right in front of her. Not touching her, but close enough that she could see the fine lines around his eyes, the faint sheen of exhaustion in his expression. “You didn’t do this alone.”

She let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well… You sure don’t look thrilled.”

“I’m not.” He didn’t flinch when she winced. “I’m scared shitless.”

That surprised her enough that she almost laughed again, this time watery and real.

“You don’t seem scared.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not.” He studied her face, searching for something she couldn’t name. “You shouldn’t be here. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” He reached past her, grabbing her coat from the back of the chair she’d dropped it on. “Come on.”

“Where—”

“I’m taking you home.”

She blinked at him, disoriented. “You don’t have to—”

“I know.” His eyes were steady. “But I’m going to.”

The ride back to her tiny apartment was silent. She curled up against the window, one hand resting protectively over her belly. Yoongi didn’t say a word, but his fingers drummed restless patterns against the steering wheel.

When they pulled up to the curb, she fumbled with the door handle, too embarrassed to look at him.

“Liliy.”

She hesitated.

“When’s your next appointment?”

She glanced at him, wary. “Tuesday.”

“What time?”

“Eleven.”

“Text me the address.”

Her heart did something stupid in her chest. “You don’t have to come.”

“I know.”

She searched his face for any trace of resentment, but there was only something tired, something that looked almost like resolve.

“Okay,” she said softly.

He nodded. She slipped out of the car, the cold air biting her skin, and didn’t look back until she was safely inside.

Through the frosted glass of the entryway, she could just make out the shape of him still sitting there. Watching.

---

He came to the appointment.

He came to every appointment after that.

When the doctor moved the ultrasound wand over her belly and the grainy image appeared, she glanced at him—expecting, she didn’t even know, maybe indifference—and her breath caught.

His expression was open in a way she’d never seen. Raw.

“That’s…” He swallowed, voice hoarse. “That’s really it.”

“That’s her,” Liliy whispered.

His eyes flicked to hers, startled. “Her?”

“I have a feeling.”

Yoongi let out a quiet exhale that almost sounded like a laugh. He rubbed a hand over his face, like he was trying to get his bearings.

“I’m going to be a father,” he murmured, as if saying it out loud would make it real.

Something in her chest broke a little.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “You are.”

---

They never defined what they were.

Sometimes he stayed over, stretched out awkwardly on her narrow sofa, one hand tucked under his head. Sometimes he disappeared for days at a time, buried in the studio, but he always texted. Eat something. Sleep.

And she did the same. Don’t forget to drink water. Don’t work yourself to death.

It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t nothing, either.

When she was almost eight months along, he showed up at her door with a tiny box. She opened it with shaking hands.

A silver bracelet, delicate and simple.

“For her,” he said gruffly. “For when she’s older.”

Liliy pressed her lips together, fighting tears. “It’s beautiful.”

“I didn’t know what else to get.”

“It’s perfect.”

He looked away, jaw tight. “You’re too young for this.”

Her heart stuttered.

“And you’re too old to be so scared,” she shot back, voice trembling.

His eyes snapped back to hers. For a moment, she thought he’d argue. Instead, he took a slow step forward, stopping inches away.

“You make me feel…” He trailed off, shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” she whispered.

He lifted a hand, hesitated, then let it drop to his side.

“I’m trying,” he said. It sounded like an apology.

“I know.”

She didn’t move when he turned and walked back into the hall. But she pressed her hand to the place over her ribs where it hurt the most, and she wished she were braver.

---

She went into labor on a rainy Tuesday morning.

Yoongi was in the studio. She hadn’t planned to call him—she’d told herself she could do this alone—but in the end, her fingers dialed before her mind could catch up.

He answered on the second ring, voice low. “Liliy?”

“It’s time,” she gasped.

“I’m coming.”

That was all. No panic, no hesitation. Just certainty.

He was there in twenty minutes. He didn’t leave her side for the next thirteen hours.

When their daughter finally arrived, screaming her protest to the world, he pressed his forehead to hers and let out a shuddering breath.

“She’s loud,” he rasped.

“She gets it from you.”

He laughed, a wet, broken sound. “God, I hope not.”

---

Later, when the baby was asleep in her bassinet and the hospital room had gone quiet, he pulled a chair close to the bed.

She was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open.

“You did it,” he murmured, brushing a damp curl away from her cheek.

“We did it,” she corrected drowsily.

He looked down, his expression so unguarded it made her heart twist.

“I don’t know what happens next,” he said.

“Me neither.”

“But I want to try.”

She smiled, exhausted and full in a way she’d never been.

“Okay.”

Yoongi exhaled, his shoulders dropping like he’d been carrying a weight he couldn’t name.

He took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

And for the first time, Liliy let herself believe this could be more than just an accident. More than a moment.

Maybe—just maybe—it could be everything.

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

After Midnight, Before Morning (Min Yoongi x Fem OC)

A moment that wasn't supposed to matter-and the lifetime that followed.

Cast: Min Yoongi (Suga/Agust D) the world-famous producer who never planned to let anyone in. | Liliy Rosario a young Puerto Rican Stylist that was too young and too brave for her own good.

Tropes: Accidental Pregnancy, Age Gap, Forbidden Romance, Enemies to Lovers

Content Warnings: Mature Themes (Consensual intimacy, with no explicit details), Significant age gap (33 & 21), emotional vulnerability, angst fluff and soft hurt/comfort

Part Two - Finale

The last night in Tokyo wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

Everyone was exhausted. They’d been working since dawn—twelve straight hours in the biting winter air, hauling garment bags and equipment up and down narrow stairs, steam from the street vendors curling into the cold sky.

Most of the crew had drifted off to their rooms by the time the last boxes were taped shut. But someone—she still didn’t know who—suggested drinks on the rooftop bar, just one, to celebrate.

Liliy almost said no. She was twenty-one. Too young, too new, too…everything. All she wanted was a hot shower and maybe four hours of sleep. But then she caught Yoongi watching her from across the hall, one brow arched like he already knew what she’d say.

“You should come,” he said. Not quite a command, but not really a question, either.

Her heart did that embarrassing little lurch it always did when he looked at her. So she nodded, even though her brain was screaming she had no business being there.

---

The bar was nearly empty. A few suited businessmen nursed glasses of whiskey by the windows. A sleepy bartender wiped down the counter. The city stretched beyond the glass, all neon and midnight blue.

Liliy slipped onto a stool at the far end, feeling small and out of place. She ordered a soda she had no intention of drinking and tried to look busy scrolling her phone.

She didn’t even hear him sit down beside her until he cleared his throat.

“You’re not drinking?”

She jumped, heart skittering. “God, you scared me.”

He didn’t smile, but the edges of his mouth softened. “Sorry.”

“I’m fine,” she mumbled, cheeks warm.

“You look tired.”

“So do you.”

He let out a breath, more sigh than laugh. “Probably.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The low thrum of music filled the quiet between them. She glanced over, trying not to stare. He looked different tonight—his hair pushed back from his face, dark circles etched beneath his eyes. Human.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I just… I’m surprised you came out here.”

He looked down at the drink in his hand. “Didn’t feel like being alone.”

Something tugged in her chest. “Me either.”

They sat there a long time. Eventually, she forgot to pretend she was busy. Her hands went still on the bar, and her phone screen went dark.

“Liliy,” he said suddenly, voice low.

“Yeah?”

“How old are you?”

Her stomach dipped. She knew that tone—measured, careful, like he was already deciding something.

“Twenty-one,” she said. She almost winced hearing it out loud. “I know I’m—”

“You’re too young,” he murmured, gaze steady. “Too young for this.”

She swallowed. “Too young for what?”

“For me.”

Her heart stuttered. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He looked at her then, really looked at her, and she had the dizzy, terrifying thought that maybe he was about to stand up and walk away.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he set his glass down. He turned in his chair, angling his body toward hers. His knee brushed her leg, and she nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said hoarsely.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re waiting for me to do something we’ll both regret.”

Her throat tightened. “Maybe I don’t care if I regret it.”

Silence.

She thought she’d pushed too far—that he’d tell her to grow up, that this was a mistake, that she was just a girl playing at something she didn’t understand.

But then his hand lifted. Slowly, like he was giving her a chance to pull away, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered against her cheek. Warm. Careful.

“You should,” he whispered.

“Should what?”

“Care.”

She closed her eyes. “I can’t.”

His hand dropped. He looked away, jaw flexing, like he was fighting himself.

“Don’t do this,” he said, almost to himself.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t ask me to stay.”

“I’m not,” she whispered. But her voice betrayed her, soft and wanting.

He stared at her, and for one suspended moment, she thought maybe he’d stand and walk out the door.

Instead, he leaned in. His forehead rested against hers, and his breath shivered across her mouth.

“You’re too young,” he said again.

“Then stop.”

He didn’t.

When he kissed her, it wasn’t hesitant. It was like something had cracked open between them. Like all the restraint he’d held onto finally slipped.

Her back hit the wall beside the elevator. She didn’t remember moving. His hands buried in her hair, hers fisting in the front of his shirt. Every thought she’d had about age, about the hundred reasons this couldn’t happen, dissolved into the taste of him.

“Liliy,” he murmured against her lips. “We shouldn’t—”

“Then don’t.”

He made a low, unsteady sound, and she felt it vibrate through her chest.

“Tell me to go,” he breathed.

She didn’t.

Instead, she kissed him again, and that was it.

The elevator ride was a blur of touches, her heart slamming so loud she was sure he could hear it. She fumbled the key card twice before the door finally opened.

And then they were inside, the city lights spilling across the bed.

They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.

When he kissed her again, it was softer. Almost reverent. Like he knew this was dangerous but couldn’t stop.

He touched her like he was memorizing everything. And she let him—let herself want this, just for tonight.

When it was over, they lay tangled together in the hush between dawn and dark.

She traced the curve of his collarbone, her eyes too heavy to stay open.

“You’ll hate yourself in the morning,” she whispered, her voice small.

He was silent so long she thought he’d fallen asleep.

“Probably,” he murmured finally. His thumb brushed over her wrist, slow and careful. “But not right now.”

She wanted to tell him that was enough. That for tonight, it was all she needed.

But she was already drifting.

When she woke, he was still there beside her. His breathing steady. His hand resting, unconsciously protective, over her stomach.

And for one brief, unguarded moment, she let herself believe it could mean something.

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

😤💥 we're escalating to maximum boyfriend trolling levels with this. You fake confessed to cheating with “Chad” and now Lee Heeseung—your painfully hot, dangerously unserious man—is pretending to BE Chad just to mess with you.

And you? You are SO. OVER. IT. (Maybe.)

Part 1 - Previous Chapter

💀 “Chad 2: Electric Boogaloo”

(aka: My boyfriend cosplayed as my imaginary affair and I am filing for emotional damages.) POV: You, the victim of your own unhinged bit gone viral in your relationship.

☕ Scene: The Morning After

You wake up. Peaceful. Warm. No thoughts, just comfort.

And then it happens.

Heeseung, still shirtless in bed, lowers his voice like he's auditioning for a low-budget drama and goes:

“Morning, babe… or should I say... morning, homewrecker.”

You don’t even flinch. “I will shove you off this bed.”

He smiles. “No need to be violent. Chad forgives you.”

“HEESEUNG I SWEAR TO GOD—”

He clutches his heart. “Ah! That’s not the name you called out last night! Don’t play with my emotions like this.”

You’re frozen in disbelief as he slowly rolls out of bed, stretches like a Calvin Klein model, and—

Puts on a hoodie that says “CHAD SUPREMACY.”

You blink. “…Where did you even get that.”

“I made it. Etsy’s powerful.”

📦 Scene: Breakfast (aka Gaslight Gatekeep CHADboss)

You try to eat your cereal in peace. He walks in with sunglasses, a protein shake, and a smug aura that makes you want to throw a slipper at him.

“I’m heading out. Chad’s got leg day.”

“You’re literally Heeseung.”

“Babe, Chad’s my alter ego now. He lifts, flirts, and emotionally haunts insecure men. He’s an icon.”

You glare at him, slowly chewing.

“Heeseung, you’re being insane.”

“Chad was born from your lies. You made him. You manifested him. And now you must live with the consequences.”

“You’re LITERALLY roleplaying as the man I faked cheating on you with.”

He leans across the table, removing his sunglasses dramatically.

“And yet… you still chose me.” “I’m gonna scream.”

🧽 Scene: Household Nonsense

You're doing laundry. He comes in, shirt half off, towel slung over his shoulder.

“Chad would like to thank you for the sock service.”

You turn slowly. “Chad is about to get BLEACHED.”

Heeseung smiles. “Kinky.”

“I hate it here.”

🛑 The Final Straw: Game Night

You’re playing Uno on the floor. Your hair’s a mess. Heeseung’s leaning in close, lip twitching.

“What color you gonna play, babe?”

You squint. “Red.”

He slams down a +4.

“CHAD PLAYS BLUE.”

You deadpan. “I will break up with both of you.”

“You can’t. Chad’s emotionally unavailable but Heeseung’s clingy.”

You throw a pillow. He dodges it like he’s in The Matrix and bows dramatically.

“CHAD OUT.”

🫠 Scene: You Snap

Later that night, you corner him by the sink, arms crossed, hair wild, looking like you're five seconds from snapping a wooden spoon.

“Okay. Enough. Chad’s retired. I need you to be normal again. Just for like… two days. My brain can’t take this level of trolling.”

Heeseung raises his brows, soft smile sneaking through.

“But you said you were with Chad.”

“I WAS JOKING. I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A POINT.”

He leans down, voice low and teasing:

“Yeah? And what point was that, baby?”

You sigh, cheeks burning.

“That I’d never cheat on you. Because I love you. And you’re annoyingly perfect. And way out of my league. So please stop pretending to be my fake affair before I actually call customer service and file a relationship return.”

He grins. “So... you love me more than Chad?”

“HEESEUNG—”

He scoops you into his arms mid-yell.

“That’s all I needed to hear, babe. Chad has been defeated.”

“Chad was NEVER REAL.”

“He was real in our hearts.”

You scream into his hoodie.

Heeseung: ✨victory achieved.✨

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

Prompt I found: You ask your girlfriend if she’s been cheating on you. She immediately confesses, tearfully admitting to all the days she left home to be with them. However, you start to realize that on several of those days, she was actually at home with you, and couldn’t have snuck out at all.

plot twist

make it a comedy

notes before you forget what you were writing for this

girlfriends pov right

and she's tired of the insecurity coming from her boyfriend who is a very hot in demand by a decent amount of women around them man, so the only way she decides to get it through his head that she would never do that to him would be to admit the situation when it does not make sense at all since she has been home with him the whole time.

if anything she should be the one who's worried about getting cheated on since she knows he deserves much better than her and that she is nothing in comparison to him when it comes to any physical aspects, she's very baby faced and hot headed and her aesthetic changes all the time it never matches him so most people wonder how they even ended up together and staying together for years in the first place.

Who approached who and why and how is the type of situation this is.

💫 “Chad Was in the Soup”

(aka: My boyfriend is literally a model and I’m being accused of cheating?? Babe. Be serious.) Starring: You (Chaos Gremlin) x Heeseung (Model Boyfriend with a Jealousy Allergy) POV: You, the unhinged, deeply loyal main character of your own life.

Part 2

🍲 Scene: Accusation of the Century

Heeseung stares at you from across the kitchen island, his expression all sharp cheekbones and suspicion.

You’re in a hoodie three sizes too big (stolen from him), hair in a bun that is defying gravity, holding a spoon of rice you literally just blew on like a five-year-old.

And he says—

“Be honest. Are you cheating on me?”

...

You blink once. Twice.

Then, very softly:

“Babe. I have gastritis. I can’t even digest milk properly. Where would I find the time?”

But he looks serious. He runs a hand through his perfect hair like he’s in a Netflix K-drama about betrayal.

So you—being the emotionally reckless, sleep-deprived goblin that you are—drop your spoon and go:

“You know what? Yeah. I cheated.”

Heeseung freezes. “Wait. WHAT?!”

“Every Tuesday. While you were at the gym. I was with Chad.”

“WHO THE HELL IS CHAD—”

You step into character. “Chad is the guy who helped me build that IKEA shelf while you were ‘too tired.’ Chad supports me. Chad knows which side of the bed I like.”

He squints. “You sleep on top of me like a baby sloth.”

“Chad lets me.”

“YOU WERE WITH ME EVERY TUESDAY.”

“Exactly. Chad was in the room. He’s in our hearts. He’s the air we breathe.”

Now Heeseung’s pacing. “Wait wait wait—no. You were literally wrapped in five blankets on the couch watching K-dramas with me those nights. I have proof. I took selfies. I made popcorn for you.”

“Yeah. Chad was in the popcorn.”

“WHAT?!”

🎬 Flashback: Let’s Get Real

You sigh, drop the act, and shuffle over to him in your house slippers.

“Babe,” you say, smushing your cheek against his back, “I haven’t left the house in four days. My period started and you brought me three pints of ice cream and a heating pad that says ‘Hot Stuff.’ You’ve been hand-feeding me crackers and rubbing my tummy. Who tf do I have the energy to cheat on you with?!”

He slowly turns, mouth half-open.

“...Then why did you say Chad?”

You shrug. “To make you realize how stupid you sound. You think I’m the flight risk here? You’re the one who looks like you do luxury lip balm ads and smell like rich-boy soap. Meanwhile I look like a cursed Build-A-Bear with a caffeine addiction.”

Heeseung sighs, leaning his head against yours. “You’re not cursed.”

“You literally got hit on by three baristas this week.”

“You punched one of them with your eyes.”

“Yeah, because she called me your roommate.”

“She thought you were cute.”

“She thought I was homeless.”

He chuckles, arms wrapping around you now. “You’re the only one I want, you know that?”

You hum. “Even if I wear frog socks and forget to shave my legs for three weeks?”

He kisses your forehead. “Especially then.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re lying. That’s Stockholm Syndrome talking.”

“Maybe. But it’s your fault.”

🛋 Bonus Scene: Later That Night

You’re cuddled on the couch. Heeseung’s scrolling through TikTok with you on his chest, and without looking, he whispers:

“You’re lucky Chad hasn’t texted me back. I was gonna confront him.”

You snort-laugh so hard you nearly choke on your water.

“Don’t make me spit on your face, Lee Heeseung.”

“Just saying. Tell Chad to meet me in the parking lot.”

“Tell Chad to Venmo me for the soup ingredients.”

[dangerouslyintofictionalloves]

Finale - Part Four: “You Don’t Get to Talk About Him Like That”

Pairing: Yeonjun × Liliy

Setting: Art Academy / Spring Semester

Vibes: Defending his honor 💅 | Protective gf energy 🐯 | Vulnerable bf 🥺 | Post-Enemies Comfort™ 🤍

Part One | Part Two | Part Three - Previous

It started with a stupid comment.

Liliy was just passing by the sculpture lab to drop off her paint samples when she heard it.

“Yeonjun? Please. He’s only top of the class because he’s a walking aesthetic. Pretty boy privilege, that’s all.”

Liliy stopped. Froze.

“Oh, come on,” another voice chimed in. “He flirts his way through critiques. Bet he couldn’t hold a brush straight if it wasn’t for his perfect little fan club."

They laughed.

She did not.

Liliy turned the corner slowly, heels echoing like warning shots on the linoleum.

“Say that again,” she said, tone sugar-sweet and poisonous underneath.

The two juniors stiffened.

“W-What?”

She stepped forward, eyes burning with something dangerous. “Say it again. Say that the boy who spends every lunch in the studio repainting layers because they’re not expressive enough is just coasting on his looks.”

They stared at her, mouths open.

“I’ve watched him sketch until his hands cramped. He gets insecure about everything he makes, but he still shows up and gives more heart than anyone in this building.”

She smiled. Not kindly.

“You think he flirts through critiques? Maybe he’s charming because he actually respects people’s art. Not everyone needs to be bitter to sound smart.”

She tilted her head. “So unless you’re bringing his level of talent and soul to the table—don’t talk about Yeonjun. Ever.”

They mumbled apologies and scrambled away.

Liliy stood there, hands balled into fists, heart pounding.

---

She found him later—sitting outside under the cherry blossom trees behind the studio building, sketchbook in his lap, headphones in, eyes distant.

He didn’t notice her until she sat beside him.

“Oh—hey,” he said, surprised. “I thought you were doing paint trials.”

“I was,” she said simply. “Got distracted.”

Yeonjun gave a half smile. “What happened?”

She didn’t answer at first. Just looked at him. His lashes were soft against his cheek, the sun giving his skin a glow that made her stomach feel like watercolor—warm and spreading.

“…Do you ever feel like people don’t see you for you?” she asked.

Yeonjun blinked, looking startled by the question.

“All the time,” he admitted softly. “They see what I look like. Or the drama. Or the confidence. Not the panic attacks at midnight because I don’t think I’m good enough.”

Liliy’s heart cracked open.

“I heard what some people were saying today,” she said. “And I told them off.”

Yeonjun turned to her sharply. “You… what?”

“I defended you,” she said. “Because they were wrong. And cruel. And they don’t get to talk about you like that. Not when you work so hard. Not when you care so much.”

He was silent.

“…You didn’t have to,” he whispered.

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “But I wanted to.”

His breath hitched. “I’ve never had anyone do that for me before.”

Liliy reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. “You have me now.”

---

Later That Night — Yeonjun’s Studio

He pulled her into his art nook at dusk, fairy lights glowing around them. His sketchbook was open to a soft charcoal drawing of her—laughing, head tilted, stars sketched in her eyes.

“You made that?” she whispered.

He nodded, nervous. “I draw you when I don’t know how to breathe.”

“…Yeonjun.”

He held her face with paint-stained fingers. “You scare me.”

Her brows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because you see right through me,” he said, voice cracking. “And instead of leaving, you stay.”

She kissed him then—soft and slow, like sealing a promise.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He kissed her back with years of unsaid feelings tucked between their lips.

---

The Final Scene — A Week Later

Someone pinned a sticky note next to Yeonjun’s painting during a new gallery exhibit.

“Pretty boy art. All style, no soul.”

Liliy didn’t need to do anything.

This time, half the class defended him. His best friend sprayed glitter on the sticky note and wrote “✨Try harder✨” underneath. The art director scolded the class about jealousy.

And Yeonjun?

He turned to her, laced their fingers together, and smiled.

“Guess I don’t need to fight alone anymore.”

She bumped her shoulder into his. “Nope. You’ve got a girlfriend now. Enemies to lovers edition.”

Yeonjun beamed. “Best plot twist of my life.”

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Part Three: “First Date… or First Disaster?”

Pairing: Yeonjun × Liliy

Genre: Rom-Com Chaos / Enemies to Lovers Energy

Featuring: Hyunjin as chaos incarnate (as always)

Part One | Part Two - Previous | Part Four - Next/Finale

Yeonjun showed up to the café in a button-down and chain necklace, holding flowers and trying his absolute best to look like the chillest boyfriend ever.

He was not.

He was sweating through his cologne. He had practiced a compliment in the mirror eleven times.

And when Liliy walked in—cute as ever in a cardigan and lip gloss—he stood up too fast, knocking over the tiny vase on the table.

“Sorry! I—hi. You look. Um. Alive. Wait, no—amazing!” he blurted, already spiraling.

She blinked, fighting a smile. “Alive?”

“LIKE. IN A GOOD WAY. Not undead. Or zombie. I swear I’m normal.”

The date went downhill from there.

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Disaster 1: Yeonjun forgets how straws work.

She offered him a sip of her pink lemonade, and this boy?? Full-on stabbed the straw at the side of the cup. Twice. Missed both times.

“Are you okay,” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“I panicked under pressure,” he muttered, finally succeeding. “Straws are terrifying.”

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Disaster 2: The Soda Tsunami.

Hyunjin just so happened to be at the same café. Because of course he was. He spotted them from across the room and shouted, “Y’ALL ON A DATE???”

Yeonjun choked so violently on his drink he flailed, slapping the table—

—and knocked his soda all over himself.

It was like watching a crime scene in slow motion.

He stood up, shirt soaked, eyes wide. “I can explain.”

Liliy covered her mouth with both hands, laugh-laughing. “Are you okay?! You’re—dripping??”

“Just marking myself,” he deadpanned. “Like a true alpha predator.”

Hyunjin wheezed from a nearby booth. “You look like a soggy raccoon, bro.”

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Disaster 3: The Accidental Confession #2

Yeonjun eventually gave up and sat there dripping in soda, using napkins to dry off with dignity (he had none).

“I just—wanted today to be perfect,” he admitted quietly, cheeks pink. “Because you’ve been perfect in my head for so long.”

Liliy froze.

“Wait… what?”

He groaned, pressing a napkin to his face. “I’ve liked you since the first time you roasted my color theory. I’m pretty sure I fell for you the day you shoved me out of the way to fix my perspective lines.”

She blinked.

“You—you had a crush crush on me back when we were enemies?”

He peeked through the napkin like a ghost. “Enemies? Please. You were the light of my teenage angst.”

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Final Disaster: Kiss Interruption

Right as Yeonjun leaned in (still soda-damp, bless his heart), Hyunjin popped up again.

“Okay, smooch now or forever hold your peace!”

Liliy shouted, “HYUNJIN—!”

Yeonjun sighed. “I’m gonna throw him into the fountain.”

“You won’t,” Liliy teased.

Yeonjun’s eyes flicked to hers. “Not unless you kiss me first.”

That shut her up. Face hot, heart pounding, she leaned in and gave him the fastest peck on the cheek.

He blinked. Smiled. “Totally worth the soda.”

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End Scene:

They walked home holding hands, still teasing each other, Yeonjun smelling faintly like citrus and embarrassment. Liliy tucked her head on his shoulder and whispered:

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re chaotic.”

To which Yeonjun whispered back:

“And you’re deadly when you laugh like that.”

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Part Two: “What If I Was Flirting?”

Featuring: TXT’s Yeonjun × Liliy × Hyunjin (bestie chaos)

Trope: Enemies to Lovers with public confession & jealousy

Part One - Previous | Part Three - Next | Part Four - Finale

It was the school's spring festival, and the quad was alive with fairy lights, music, and booths lined with handmade art and snacks. Liliy stood beside her painting, chatting and laughing while selling art prints. She looked like a literal dream in her pastel sundress and flower clips, cheeks rosy from the sun and compliments.

Yeonjun had been watching her from his booth for exactly twenty-three minutes and fifty-eight seconds.

And now Hyunjin—her best friend since middle school—was leaning far too close.

“Oh come on,” Yeonjun muttered, arms crossed and jaw tense as he glared across the courtyard.

Liliy laughed at something Hyunjin said, gently swatting his shoulder. Yeonjun’s stomach turned.

Hyunjin leaned in with a dramatic hand over his heart. “If I buy five of your prints, will you finally go on a date with me, Lily-flower?”

“Hyunjin!” she burst into giggles, face pink.

“What?” Hyunjin said, mock-offended. “You’re gorgeous, you’re talented, and you’re not dating anyone… unless you are?”

That was it.

Yeonjun stormed over, eyes blazing.

“She’s not,” he said, cutting between them, “but she will be.”

Liliy blinked. “Excuse me?”

Hyunjin took a step back, hands raised, but grinning like a cat with cream. “Oop—my cue to exit. Have fun, lovebirds.” He winked at her and vanished.

Liliy turned to Yeonjun, confused. “What was that?”

“You were laughing,” he said, a little breathless, like the words had been sitting in his throat too long. “You only laugh like that when you actually like someone.”

“…Because Hyunjin’s my best friend?”

“And I’m not?” he snapped before immediately running a hand through his hair and sighing. “No. I mean—god, Liliy. I’ve been messing this up for years. I teased you because I didn’t know how to say I liked you. I competed with you because it was the only way to keep you close. I—I watched every brushstroke you made like it was art teaching me how to feel things.”

She stood frozen, eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know I’m the last person you’d expect to say this, especially out loud in the middle of a school festival, but I like you. I like you so much, and I don’t want anyone else getting your laughs or your smiles. I want them. I want you.”

The crowd around them had started to quiet. People turned to look, whispering in awe. Liliy’s cheeks burned.

“So… you were never really my enemy?” she asked softly.

He smiled, eyes shimmering. “Only the enemy of my own stupid feelings.”

She stepped closer, biting her lip. “And now?”

He took her hand. “Now? I want to be the reason you laugh like that. Every day.”

Her heart thudded as she smiled, squeezing his fingers. “Then you better start practicing, enemy.”

He pulled her in just enough for their foreheads to touch, grinning. “You just wait. I’m hilarious when I’m in love.”

And from somewhere in the crowd, Hyunjin yelled, “FINALLY!” followed by scattered cheers and someone faintly chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

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Part One: “Love Notes & Eye Rolls”

Trope: Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: TXT’s Yeonjun × Liliy (OC)

Setting: High school / arts academy AU

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Liliy hated his stupid perfect hair.

And his annoying smirk.

And the way everyone—everyone—acted like Choi Yeonjun walked on clouds instead of solid ground.

They were in the same advanced art class. He painted like a dream and doodled butterflies on his notes when he thought no one was watching. But Liliy was watching. Because every week, he somehow one-upped her in critiques, always with that smug grin and a dramatic bow like they were in some kind of duel.

“You call that a color palette?” he teased one day, leaning over her shoulder with faux concern. “It’s giving… pastel apocalypse.”

Liliy shoved him with her elbow—gently—but he only laughed. “You’re obsessed with me,” she muttered.

“Oh, totally,” he said, eyes twinkling, “can’t stop thinking about your tragic shading technique.”

She swore she’d never speak to him again. (She lasted three days.)

But then it happened.

A school art showcase. Her piece was an emotional, colorful swirl—“Love in Reverse.” It was personal. Vulnerable. And when she arrived to pin it up… someone had written “Heartbreaker” across it in red marker.

Her heart dropped.

Until Yeonjun appeared beside her, jaw tight. “Who did this?” he asked lowly.

She shook her head, blinking back tears. “It’s fine. It’s just paint.”

“It’s not fine.” He disappeared—and later, she found out he tracked down the culprit (a jealous junior), got them to apologize and repaint her title card.

The next morning, a note was folded neatly inside her locker:

You’re not just better than me. You’re the best.

—YJ

Her stomach flipped.

They started talking more after that. Less arguing. More soft sarcasm. He’d walk her to class “just because the hallway lighting brings out your sparkle,” and she’d pretend to roll her eyes while blushing furiously.

One rainy day, after she forgot her umbrella, he held his above her head and tilted his own shoulder into the drizzle.

“You’ll get wet,” she said.

He shrugged. “I’ve been falling for you for months. What’s a little rain?”

And that’s how Liliy realized… maybe his smirk wasn’t so annoying after all.

Maybe she loved it.

And maybe—just maybe—he’d been doodling butterflies for her all along. 🦋

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Are these just casual movie nights anymore?

Author Notes- so my friend on tiktok had done these 3 videos with her biases in each group and then what their booktok trope would be. And I told her I'd so write her these fanfics BASICALLY A YEAR AGO! AND NOW IM FINALLY PULLING THROUGH! I loved writing this tho. It made me giggle and kick my feet as I thought of the scenarios. Anyways Highway 1009 was what I was listening to on repeat... while writing this.

Pairings: Liliy & SKZ Hyunjin

Trope - Friends to Lovers

Story Tags & Disclaimers: Fluffy, Cute, Hasn't been edited or anything, it might be a little bad since I don't think I'm that good of a writer, English is my dominant language but not my first so I'm just BYElingual, Basically Idol x OC when really idol x bestie, idk what else to say... I hope yall enjoy

For as long as they could remember, Liliy and Hyunjin always had movie nights once to twice a week since they were kids. It was always easy for them to do so when they lived right next door to each other.

Hyunjin always had a stash of Liliy’s favorite snacks in a locked box tucked away in the back of the pantry in his home, while Liliy would always have a duplicate of Hyunjin’s favorite hoodie and blanket stashed away in the small square ottoman that was always tucked in the corner of her family’s living room since no one in her family liked to use it due to its limited amount of storage space and they didn’t want to just get rid of it either. It cost good money for that little baby ottoman.

As the pair grew older, starting in middle school and continuing on, Liliy and Hyunjin started to celebrate a ‘friends’ Valentine’s Day together every year. They both weren’t really interested in casual dating like their peers.

This made many people suspicious of the true nature of their relationship but the pair always denied the dating allegations they received from both their mutual friends and classmates.

That brings us to today. Where our story takes place with a more grown Liliy and Hyunjin, now in university, living in the campus dorms.

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On the opposite sides of campus from each other.

H: hey you still have time for our traditional singles valentine’s day?

L: of course, i wouldn’t miss it even if finals were around the corner

H: alright cool, give me a call when you get close to my dorm building and i’ll come out and walk you inside.

L: 👍🏼👌👍🏼

Hyunjin looked around the living room with a smile feeling accomplished and proud of the surprise that he planned with his roommates for Liliy. The boys helped him set up everything in the living room down to the sign.

They’ve been celebrating Valentine’s Day together every year since they were kids under the guise of being just friends but they just never wanted to admit the tension that would build up every year to themselves.

I know it’s pretty cliche right?

The pair had a secret crush on each other for YEARS and just kept denying it to themselves and everyone else around them, even their families.

Well- Hyunjin planned to change that forever. He wanted to make this night as memorable as possible for Liliy. He wanted this to be a joyful, one day nostalgic core memory for her. Something she can always fondly look back on as they’re growing old and gray together.

The boys were all out of the dorm suite and staying the night with their girlfriends tonight to give the pair privacy they need for something like this.

L: Jinnie Boy i am in viewing distance of your dorm building.

Hyunjin smiled at the text and took one last look around the living room before making his way to go and escort Princessa Liliy to hopefully a good night to remember forever.

Liliy eyed Hyunjin suspiciously as she was processing what he was requesting of her the moment they got to his floor. “Now, why do you want me to close my eyes before we go inside?”

“Don’t worry about it, when have I ever been unworthy of your trust?” he chuckled.

With that logic that she couldn’t deny, Liliy huffed in defeat and covered her eyes with both hands as she turned towards the front door. Hyunjin smiled and led the smaller girl inside the dorm suite making sure that she would not bump into anything.

Just as they made it to the living room Hyunjin leaned in close to Liliy tense, her heart racing a million miles per second. “Alright, you can open your eyes” he whispered as his lips ghosted over the shell of her ear.

With a small gulp, Liliy slowly lowered her hands and looked around the living room in shock. Hyunjin had set up a cozy romantic movie night picnic for the two of them. It was like something out of a romance book she had read and told him about.

“You put all of this together for me?”

Hyunjin’s heart swooned as he realized that she was getting a little emotional as she looked around the room slowly this time to take in each and every detail of the decorations, the cushions, and the picnic itself.

Before he knew it, his arms were securely wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as he smiled, happy with her reaction.

“I hope it’s not too much, but I just- I wanted to be the one to end the friendship and take a leap in bringing our relationship to a different level”

Liliy leaned back into his embrace wiping away stray tears and giggled softly as she shook her head in disbelief. “You know it always baffled me on how you stayed single for all these years when you have treated me so well.”

“Well, I didn’t want anyone else and needed to make sure it was the right time before making this decision.” he responded as he kissed the top of her head.

“This is my official confession to you Liliy.” She pulled away from his embrace, turning to face him with a warm smile. She wanted to be as attentive as possible with the feeling that he has more to say.

“I have been falling for you more and more every day since we were in middle school. Now that we are where we are in life, I didn’t want to waste time by pretending like we aren’t anything more than just friends. I’ve finally admitted it to myself and now to you. I like you, I can feel that you like me too. So, will you officially be my girlfriend?”

She giggled as he got shy and looked down to his feet towards the end of his speech. Not sure if he was going to be rejected or not, Hyunjin kept his head tilted down.

“Yes Hyunjin, of course I will be your girlfriend”

His head shot up fast as he looked into her eyes to see if she was just joking around with him or if she was serious. With a cute little nose crinkle, she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. “It took you long enough to ask me, Jinnie Boy,” she teased.

Heat rose to Hyunjin’s cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Liliy in return and nuzzled her hair with a sigh of relief.

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Prompt: "A supervillain known for going on tangents during a monologue has captured the hero. The hero broke free of the restraints a while ago but pretends to remain captured to see how off topic the supervillain will get" (credit @writing-prompt-s)

"Okay so, you may be wondering why I have you here. Stored in my home... honestly, I'm not even sure why. Like I know we have this whole arch nemesis thing going on and I had plans to do normal villain things once you woke up."

Jake looked up at Selene as she started pacing back and forth with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Trust me, I had been told that I needed to capture you and then come up with my own form of torture until you spill information about how training is like at the Hero Academy. But once you were passed out, I had to drag you all the way to my house and you are such a heavy dude. Like come on what the heck do you eat and where the heck do you store all that food?!"

He had heard from those at The Illusion Domain that once captured, it was extremely easy to escape.

Well.....

Extremely easy to escape from Selene specifically.

She unfortunately has a reputation of succeeding in capture but failing everywhere else in villainy.

With other villains he had experienced capture with, it always took him a couple weeks to recover from their torture or villainous escapes.

Jake had heard the rumors spreading around, that she would go on and on about how she has a plan but then fails to follow through because of x y and z.

Some say she is just a villain in training and is great at getting the capture down but that she's too much of an idiot to finish the rest of her so called plan that she supposedly had come up with.

Others just assume her soul is too pure to truly carry out an act so heinous that she ends up boring heroes to the point of escape since she still gets credit for her villain classes for the amount of time that she keeps heroes in her home for. As well as the amount of different heroes she captures.

This time was only slightly different.

At the hero and the villain academy, once a student turns 21 they are officially assigned an arch nemesis.

They train with everyone in The Illusion Domain and the Thunder Vale together to get a variety of experience since everyone's preferred methods for hero and villain duties are different.

Supposedly this gives The Ever Fields time to observe each side during a probation period to see if they're ready to move on to the next level of becoming a certified hero or villain to be in charge of their own domain.

Some pairs succeeded, others that failed had to stay in this realm to continue training until they pass, or if they failed so many times they will get assigned a new arch nemesis until they succeed in all their qualifications for villainy etc.

Think of it like training to be the Joker and Batman for your own realm that The Ever Fields curates to yours and your nemesis' compatibility and rank within the academies.

Selene suddenly stopped pacing in front of Jake and just plopped down in front of him sitting crisscross applesauce.

With her chin resting in the palms of her hands she leaned her elbows against her thighs as she looked into Jake's mesmerizing chocolate eyes.

"You know Jake, for a hero you are really handsome. Like I don't think the Hero and Villain academy thought anything through when they assigned us to be arch enemies. I also think everyone tends to forget that my brain is just not wired the same way. Does everyone just forget that I'm AuDHD? It's kind of hard for me to purposefully torture someone for no reason, especially if they've never betrayed me or destroyed my trust."

This information surprised Jake since no one had ever talked about that before. Maybe they had escaped before she was able to open up, he assumed. They got away before she could even turn around and continue on with her speech.

This is probably why she doesn't even attempt to do anything, it's happened so frequently that it's taken a hit to her self-esteem and self-confidence with villainy.

It all started to make sense why they were paired up together the more that he processed it, while trying to listen to Selene's monologue and tangent to hear more of what she has to say.

They weren't close by any means, yes they were partnered up for possible rule over their own dimension together but that didn't give them enough time to get passed the strangers stage of their relationship that was slowly starting to fade.

"You're a really kind guy with a great sense of humor and a smile that could make every bad day seem like a good one. The only reason I think we'd ever be paired up is because of your golden retriever like personality and my black cat-pitbull like personality. Again, like I said before- I just have a hard time being cruel to someone who has never driven me towards pure anger and madness."

His eyes widened upon hearing the words pouring out from the young villain in front of him.

"Also thanks for sitting and listening to my tangent, I know I kind of have a reputation of just boring every hero that I capture and just letting them go since they've already untied themselves the moment they woke up, while I was pacing around the room. I assume you've untied yourself a while ago like everyone else, so I'm just gonna leave it all at that. Besides, the only person that's ever pushed me to the point where I've had no trouble with causing torment and destruction to another living being, is now living happily as a true hero within their own dimension with their partner."

The amount of information that was stated in such a casual and dismissive way was overwhelming to say the least.

Selene sat there for a moment, concerned as she inched closer observing Jake's frozen state. With a small wave of her hand over his unblinking eyes she tilted her head to the side confused.

Now this happening was new, due to his shock she made it to a new record of keeping a hero in her home for over an hour and counting. That will give her extra credit points with her professor and her school advisor.

With that thought in mind she gave one last attempt in trying to make sure her nemesis was alive by awkwardly holding her right pointer finger under his nostrils feeling his steady breath, before carefully getting up and returning to her bedroom to send an email update to her academy about this capture. With slight alterations and leaving out the details of his physical well-being to better her student ranking.

He was so lost in thought he didn't realize that she had gotten up and left already.

How long had he been sitting here?

How long had he been sitting on that cold marble floor thinking about everything she just so casually dumped on him?

Handsome?

Golden Retriever?

How did she even know he had untied himself the moment he woke up?!?! She wasn't even in the room and the security cameras weren't even recording!

He even went as far as to keeping the rope looped around his wrists, knowing it was believable since he's tricked his family and peers at the Hero Academy so many times with the simple illusion, even in the event that she checked behind his back it shouldn't have been obvious just by a glance.

Wait- is she blaming her neurodivergency for her failed villainy attempts?

Is that why she doesn't even try?

Does she assume that they will be doomed to stay here in training forever?

That they won't be able to pass to the next level and be in charge of their own dimension where he is the light to her darkness?

What does she mean that she can't hurt someone who's never hurt her before? Hurt her how?

Who was the last hero that she was known to train with on a consistent basis?

Jake's POV

I shook my head just to get the thoughts to stop. I have to talk to her and get to the bottom of whatever is happening here.

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(Bucky Barnes) Horns

Story Heads Up: Bucky isn't actually seen in this, No Bucky x OC interactions, Implied established relationship

I wrote this back on March 31st, 2021. Nothing has been edited so please don't come for me 😅😅I'm high key sensitive asf. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy this little excerpt portion of a story thingie.

I stared at myself in the broken mirror of the gas station, no longer that little toothy grin adorable five year old girl from 1935. Memories of those whom lives I've taken flashed through my mind. The pain from the guilt was enough to force me to crouch over while holding onto my abdomen tightly with both arms, as if an attempt to comfort myself subconsciously. 

A sudden knock at the door startled me out of the calm mental breakdown that I was stuck in for who knows how long. "Darlin' you've been in the restroom for quite some time, are you alright?" a deep voice asked. I looked back up at myself in the mirror, sighing at the sight of tear stains along my cheeks. 

"Yeah. I'm fine, I'll be out in a sec. Apologies if you've been waiting to use the restroom for a while." I called out to the person as I washed my face briefly to get rid of any evidence that I was crying since the puffiness had already gone down.

Once I was satisfied with my appearance I practiced a natural smile in my reflection. 

Jeez my acting is getting better. The only way you'd be able to tell my true feelings is if you knew how to read my eyes, which is difficult as many people have tried. 

Grabbing my bag swiftly I made my exit out of the bathroom only to be met with someone's chest in my way. 

"We've been looking for you Ms.Barnes. You do go by the name of Sapphire Barnes correct?" The man questioned smugly. 

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(Bucky Barnes) A Little Messed Up #2

Warnings: Hey y'all this short story is not gonna be a cute or romantic plot. Just wanted to warn y'all that this short fanfic is more of a breakup plot between the two characters.

Story Warnings: Angst, Established Relationship with an Age Gap, Mentions of Infidelity

Also I wrote this years ago, so it has been sitting in my wattpad unpublished dungeon for ages. I just thought that I'd give everything I ever wrote more of a chance to shine on Tumblr to see how it does. For some reason I just feel more comfortable publishing things here. Even if I have multiple versions or drafts of a story. Anyways, holy moly, thank you guys so much for those of you that have read and enjoyed part one. I honestly didn't think it was that good since I wrote it such a long time ago and I've been out of practice with writing for a while. I did start part two but majority of this continuation is all new! I took what I had with my draft and just built off of it and took some things, added others etc. I hope y'all enjoy this part as much as the first one.

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Main OC Character Dahlia

Plot From Part 1: Dahlia is Bucky's girlfriend. They met when he had just escaped HYDRA. She helped keep him hidden. Being a secret little goodie goodie she never really got to do anything exciting with her life so she saw this as a chance to live her life well and help someone along the way. After a while of training and recruitment once Bucky and Dahlia become part of the Avengers things are not seemingly going smooth as Natasha and Bucky are sent out on a mission together and he comes back distant. This triggers powers in Dahlia that she hadn't used since her childhood when she was going through a dark time dealing with bullies, and judgement.  Additional Plot Information that I didn't specify in the first part since I am just remembering how I even came to writing this story in the first place... Dahlia helped Bucky hide during that time that Steve/Captain America was looking for his best friend in Captain America Civil War timeline. The Bucharest Scene we see in the movie is- in the plot- set after he left her for "her own safety", so she was helping him hide from Steve essentially & HYDRA and feeding him etc. giving him companionship and providing for him with her entry level wages as best as she could before we see Bucky get found by Cap in Bucharest.

Side OC Character Xander

A few months or so has gone by and it is finally the day that Natasha and Bucky return from their mission.

Fortunately for Dahlia, everyone at Stark Tower has been of great help when it comes to her recently awakened abilities.

To rewind things back to how things went with Steve and Tony.

Since the day Steve and Tony had discovered her abilities, it took a while for them both to process everything they witnessed from the security cameras.

It took about a week or so before the both of them confronted Dahlia about her powers together. 

At first she was hesitant to open up about her abilities at all since she never learned to control them to their fullest potential, only on a small scale she was able to manipulate little things.

For example revealing Xander's human form with a wave of her hand over his shadow silhouette. Although that was never witnessed on cameras so that may be something that Tony Stark and Captain America are most likely still kept in the dark about.

Seeing her hesitancy, the pair had decided to return back to the topic in a comforting and cozy room that Tony had built as an addition to the tower.

It ensured that Dahlia always had somewhere to go whenever she was feeling overwhelmed with life.

It was Cap's idea, he thought that if she had a place in Stark Tower to go to whenever her emotions were becoming overwhelming and she was not able to regulate them on her own- that she would see how much she is valued on the team and how much her well-being truly impacts everyone.

Tony just saw it as the easiest way to get what he wants so you know Mr. Rich Money Bags had to be extremely extra.

With Dahlia's 'room' (It's Tony Stark, I say room but come on-he really wanted to get information from Dahlia in the best and fastest way possible so it was more like she got a whole ass cozy comfort floor to herself because he's impatient and somehow great at getting his way).

With Dahlia's floor zone complete, it took a month or so, but slowly overtime when she realized that Stark was not going to take away her newly designated safe zone after getting information out of her, she was able to open up about her past history and her oddly natural occurring abilities with Tony and Steve.

From there they had only planned to keep an extra watchful eye on her.

Wanda and Vision found out about the powers later on.

(give or take a day or so since it's Wanda and Vision, tbh I am surprised they never sensed it from her when she had joined the team in the first place but that's a whole thing in itself)

The only reason they really noticed her powers was because it was so difficult for her to control at the time that it was starting to interfere with her normal routine that everyone had become so accustomed to.

They observed her daily, whenever she was training, in the common communal rooms, and when she thought she was alone while out on a walk or enjoying nature at the local parks.

They noticed little things here and there about how certain emotions triggered the mist and what type of reaction her body was having whether it was fight, flight, or fawn.

Wanda met with Tony after he figured out that they also knew about Starlight's abilities. There he showed her the footage that F.R.I.D.A.Y. had captured when her abilities seemed to show up at a force that even shocked her.

With this information Wanda was able to communicate with Vision on the best course of action to help Star become a stronger and more independent young woman and now Avenger/Assassin. 

She trained with Wanda every Tuesday and Thursday. While Vision took over her training sessions every Wednesday and Friday. Mondays and the weekend were off for other missions and resting.

Their training sessions were definitely not a walk in the park by a long shot... BUT- despite all the blood, sweat, & tears (hahaha BTS blood, sweat & tears. sorry sorry just had to put that out there before I go insane from my own audhd thoughts.) Dahlia truly came out stronger.

She was able to understand herself and her abilities in ways that she never knew before and that was all thanks to them. To say she was grateful for their help would be an understatement.

She will never forget the impact that Wanda and Vision had on her ever.

As for Xander, he watched her in the shadows. Making sure she was safe and knowing she was just getting better at suppressing her emotions since he was still in the human world.

He had never stayed in the human world very long before, outside of the shadow realm when she didn't need active comfort or protection.

Maybe she was still coping and healing, but even then- he didn't understand how he was feeling.

As a figment of her imagination essentially- Xander was wondering if he would become more human the longer he stayed.

He wasn't sure if he was able to continue going back and forth from the Shadow Realm to the human realm as normal since this had never happened before.

Dahlia had never known how to truly control her abilities, and Xander had never been summoned to stay in the human realm for such a long time- consecutively.

It was no surprise that she was just thinking of the same thing.

Just as Dahlia had decided to return to her room to discuss her concerns with Xander, Natasha and Bucky had returned from their mission.

The young raven haired girl cursed to herself in the hallway as she closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath through pursed lips.

The entire team that was at Stark Tower had gone to welcome the pair back home from their lengthy, dangerous mission.

Peter being the only member of the avengers that was closest in age to Dahlia felt off when he realized that she didn't immediately run into Bucky's arms, celebrating his safe return like she usually does.

Dahlia stood frozen in the hallway, shoulder leaning against the wall to support her weight as she took in all his gruff features.

At this moment, she wondered what she ever saw in Bucky. He was older than her, that's a given with him being the Winter Soldier and all.

Sure, he's charming and has that type of vibe where it makes any woman with a kind heart think to herself 'maybe I can fix him' 'maybe I can be the one to make him happy'.

That being said, after his bro hug reunion with Steve, his cold ocean stare locked onto her empty midnight orbs.

This emotion threw Bucky off guard as he noticed how cold her gaze was as she looked at him.

He was so used to her warm cheery aura whenever he returned from a dangerous mission, deep down he felt the guilt starting to creep up on him.

It took him some time to process that she also wasn't giving him her routine welcome home hugs and praise. This left him completely dumbfounded as he was trying to figure out what she knew and how she would ever find out about his hook ups during this mission as this was the first time he had ever given in to his lustful impulses.

Natasha noticed the tension between the couple before anyone else caught onto the vibe of the room and made her way towards Dahlia pulling the younger girl into a tight embrace and melting away that cold stone heart she had displayed on her sleeve momentarily.

She didn't realize that Peter Parker had already noticed Dahlia's behavior. But, by the time it dawned on her and before she could check on the teen, Dahlia finally smiled as she was engulfed into pure warmth and love, giggling slightly as Natasha swayed them in their hug.

Peter's heart fluttered slightly hearing the genuine lighthearted tone from the slightly older young woman. Seeing her smile so brightly after her emotionless stare down with Bucky made his heart melt and forget that she was actively in a relationship with the Winter Soldier.

Author Note: Sorry this one seems so short! I wanted to make sure to get something out there since I haven't posted on this blog in what feels like forever. I hope you enjoyed this part.

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Off My Face (Sim Jaeyun x Fem OC)

Story Warnings: Angst, Loss of a Loved One, Car Accident, Sadness, Depression, Drinking, etc. Written in third person POV

A screech of tires is all Jaeyun heard before processing the crash that occurred in front of him while he was on his way to meet with his wife Asteria to discuss their relationship.

He looked at the scene before him paralyzed, slowly he was processing that Asteria had the same idea to meet him at the park that was near both of their work places.

Now- all he could see was his wife that he was thinking about divorcing- on the ground, covered in glass and blood along the crosswalk.

His vision blurred.

He couldn't breathe, his heart broke as his chest tightened on itself.

Screams were heard nearby as witnesses passing by hurried to call the authorities to get the police and ambulance to the scene as quick as possible.

The driver of the vehicle wasn't in such great shape either as half of his body was sprawled against the hood of the car. Jaeyun snapped out of his shock and ran over to Asteria with tears in his eyes. "Star, please wake up" he sobbed as he held her hand to his cheek.

The paramedics were immediately on the scene seconds later and pulled Asteria away from Jaeyun as they placed her on a gurney and proceeded to roll her to the ambulance vehicle. Jaeyun naturally followed announcing his relation to Asteria which the paramedics allowed him to ride in the back with them so he could be with his wife.

It's been six months since Jaeyun had lost his wife.

He wasn't doing so well without her presence around.

He couldn't believe how much he took Asteria for granted throughout their marriage.

She truly did impact his life so much, that he didn't realize how his existence wouldn't have been able to function smoothly in her absence.

Sitting in his recliner staring at the blank TV, he took a swig of his flat, room temperature beer as tears streamed down his face.

This had been an unhealthy routine that he had been doing everyday since her funeral.

Everything within the house reminded him of her.

He just couldn't bring himself purge any of it from his life. No matter how much pain it brought him, it was bittersweet.

In his drunken haze, he slowly began to relive happy memories that he had made with Asteria throughout their years of being together.

College sweethearts that created a safe, warm, and homey space for themselves as they grew together, advancing in each stage of adulthood.

His eyes slowly closed as the sleep deprivation caught up to him.