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1ovemelikeasailor · 1 month

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Sailor pt.1

PLEASE PLAY THE SONG

"Sailor Song" -Gigi Perez

Summary: Jenna wouldn't mind falling in love with Y/n L/n, if it didn't mean falling in love with a girl. Y/n wouldn't mind falling in love with Jenna Ortega, if it didn't mean falling in love with Jenna Ortega.

(Slight smut eventually)

HIGHSCHOOL!AU

Jenna Ortega x Female reader

This story is about two girls, who couldn't love each other because of fate that it's always supposed to be Man and Woman.

No one's POV:

It was a normal day at Riverbank High. Y/n walked into her science class, which she very much hates. She hated the work, the way the teacher had tried to teach it, the exams, the way she just didn't...get it.

"Another lame day I suppose." She sits herself down next to Mason, then goes her book-bag.

"It's always a lame day when you have Mrs.Ramirez teaching!" Mason responds trying to act happy. Y/n lets out a small silent laugh. "What're you doing tomorrow?"

"I mean, I got church tomorrow—"

"Your mom still making you go to that thing?" He laughs.

"Sadly, yes. Fortunately I don't have to wear a dress."

"She does know..you're gay...right?"

"Yes, but as she says 'God's love is eternal.'" Y/n reenacts her mom's words.

"You believe that?" Mason starts getting his notebook out while looking at Y/n.

"I think so." She shrug doing the same thing and getting out her notebook.

"Well, maybe after church we could hang? Maybe with Jack or something?"

"Probably. We could finally watch Despicable Me 4 together."

"You are so right!"

Saturday

It was the morning of the next day.

"Bright and early! C'mon Y/n let's go!" Y/n's mom bangs on her door. Y/n groans in response remembering how'd she stayed up all night playing ps5 with Mason and Jasmin

"I hate video games." She mumbles finally getting up.

"Y/n!—"

"Im up! Im up and alive!" She shouts back. Her mom runs off to her own room starting to get ready.

Y/n puts on a simple white shirt with some loose—but not too loose jeans, a belt goes with it. As soon as that's over she rushes to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and combing her hair.

"Mom! Im done!" Y/n goes downstairs to her mom and dad rushing to get in the car.

"Okay perfect. Let's go."

Y/n had looked around the church building maybe just trying to find someone she knew, or maybe she was just bored. Y/n believed her mom, "God's love is eternal." The thing is others didn't. People knew Y/n was gay at that church too, they didn't like it very much. But who are they to say anything? Who are they to judge? They call themselves christians, they loved everybody, they preached that God loved everybody, but what happened then? Was Y/n someone God stopped loving because she could love a girl the way shes 'not supposed to'? Who were they to judge..?

Church is finally over—but of course her mom wants her to stay to get to know new people. There were always new comers to her church, and every-time her mom would want her to get to know them. Her mother always said "Love your neighbor."

"You already know Y/n, go find—"

"Go find some new people, make friends—mom I know." With that Y/n walks off rolling her eyes. Why was she even here? Why was she supporting a community that didn't even accept her for loving a different gender than what was 'normal'?

Y/n decides to walk over near a few of the scriptures in the church.

"Shit—" Y/n covers her mouth looking at the statues. "I mean..shoot!" She awkwardly smiles at the statue. She looks back to her right seeing Jenna. Jenna Ortega. What the hell—I mean what the heck was she doing here? Y/n knew Jenna was a church girl, but never her church she'd come to. I mean you could tell she was a church girl too. The golden cross dangling around her neck—the way she dressed, the way she lightly wore makeup because God made everyone in his image. Her bible in hand talking to someone else—"That's not good." Y/n mumbles seeing Jenna beginning to walk over to her.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?" She looks at the shorter girl.

"Thought I recognized you."

"Oh, uh, yeah." Y/n shrugs.

"Didn't take you for a church girl—"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Anyways, um, bye." She walks away. That was weird. Jenna has never talked to Y/n—well, I mean there was that one time in algebra in grade 9 but she had to talk to Y/n. They were partners.

"Bye." Y/n mutters looking at Jenna already halfway across the room. She goes off the find her mom knowing this was already a waste of time.

Monday

Y/n walks with Jack to your guys math class. She begins telling him about what happened at church the other day.

"Okay thats weird. A straight church girl—not to mention arguably one of the most popular girls in our school talking to you? A gay—"

"Im gonna stop you before I sock you in the mouth." Y/n puts her hand on his chest making them both stop in their place. He just nods. You guys both begin walking again and when you both look up you see.. Jenna Ortega. Of course. She walks right by the two laughing and giggling to her 3 friends. Y/n and Jack watch as she walks all the down the hall.

"Stop staring weirdos my gosh—!" Jasmin slaps both of their arms. "What has gotten into you guys? You guys do realize thats Jenna? Lord, give me the strength."

"Okay—first of all I was starring to see if she would look at Y/n—"

"Why would she look at Y/n—"

"Um, maybe because she walked up to her at church—"

Jasmin laughs loudly.

"Jenna walked up to Y/n...at church? The straightest, meanest, religious girl ever, walking up a gay girl that plays videos games until 3 in the morning—"

"Hey! You do that too!"

The bell rings.

"Shit! We're late! Thanks a-lot, Jasmin." Jack rolls his eyes as you guys begin to walk again.

"You are so welcome—and we're talking about this later by the way!" She shouts as we run off to class.

Later Monday

Jenna played with her golden cross necklace, as she sat her silent room. She let out a deep sigh lying there..just there.

"Jenna, come on hun! You're gonna be late for cheer practice!" Natalie, Jenna's mother shouts from downstairs.

"Coming mom!" Jenna rushes grabbing her cheer bag still fidgeting with the necklace.

"Whats wrong? You okay, Jen?" Her mom asked before grabbing her coffee and phone.

"Um—yes. Everythings okay. Im fine."

They both get in the car, driving to Riverbank high.

Y/n sits underneath the bleachers headphones blasting. It was now 6pm. She just need to get away—from everything, everyone.

Unfortunately for Y/n, someone followed the sound coming from her headphones.

"Y/n?"

"Shit—shoot!" Y/n jumps up, headphones sliding off. This makes Jenna slightly laugh.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Jenna makes her towards Y/n, under the bleachers.

"It's—fine, it's okay." Y/n clears her throat putting her headphones around her neck.

"You sure? You seemed a little scared there." Jenna giggles at the memory. It makes Y/n smile.

"Okay, I wasn't that scared." Y/n scoffs, the smile never leaving her face.

"You sure? I mean your headphones flew off—"

"Okay can we stop talking about that, okay?" Y/n laughs. Oh shit, shes laughing...with Jenna Ortega. Jenna. Ortega. Holy sh—

"No promises." Jenna smiles. "So, quick question..what do you happen to be doing underneath the bleachers?"

"Better question, how did you find me underneath the bleachers?"

"I asked first."

"Okay, fine. I was just listening to music to get out of the house."

"Tough day?"

"Uh, something like that." Y/n shrugs. "Now..what are you doing here?"

"Well..cheer practice." She sits down next to Y/n.

"Then why are you here and now with them?" Y/n points to the group of girls practicing. Jenna takes a deep breath.

"Needed a break I guess." Jenna shrugs. They both look at each other. This was all weird. She'd never be this nice..to anyone, let alone a gay nerd. Jenna finally comes to senses realizing whats happening. "Um—Im gonna go. Bye." She walks away—fast.

"Oh, yeah, bye." Y/n looks up to see her rushing away. There's something different about Jenna, why is she doing this?

Wednesday

"I don't know man—it was weird."

"So what..you like her now?" Mason asks, while I tell him about the situation.

"What? No! She's Jenna—the girl whose made fun of me for being gay—and Jack for being himself. Obviously not. I am her number one hater."

"Sure, why were you talking to her like that?"

"It was a in the moment kind of thing Mase. I don't know what you want me to say—but I don't like her." She shrugs.

"Okay believe what you want to believe." He shrugs.

"Shes the straightest girl we've ever met. Even, and thats even if I did like her we'd never—"

"Never say never, L/n."

"Okay, whatever. Now tell me about this girl—"

"Her name is Sonia. I think I kinda like her Y/n." Mason replies, he directs his eyes to the tv.

"Kinda? Tell me—and be for real, do you actually like her?"

"More than I'd like to admit." Mason looks back at Y/n with a small smile on his face.

"Holy sh—"

"Language!" Y/n's mom shouts from her room.

"Sorry mom! Holy shoot! You're in love." They both laugh.

Friday

"So you're stealing my spot now?" Y/n looks at Jenna who's sitting underneath the bleachers.

"Uh—oh, yeah—sorry." Jenna looks away from Y/n.

"It's..cool." She sits right by Jenna. They sit in silence for at least 2 minutes before Y/n decides to speak up. "Tough day?" She mutters, barely loud enough for Jenna to hear.

Jenna finally looks at Y/n.

"Something like that." She nods. Y/n nods back. It takes awhile and some courage for Y/n to speak up again.

"Im—Im here."

Jenna looks over.

"What?"

"Im here." Y/n responds nodding. Jenna looks her straight in the eyes, as hers begin to water.

"Thanks." She whispers. Y/n just nods.

For the rest of the hour they both sat in silence—just in each other's presence.

#tara carpenter #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #scream #mason gooding #smut #jasmin savoy brown #wednesday #savior #viralpost #short story #one shot #wattpad #high school #Spotify

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hwanchaesong · 1 year

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Hard To Love

Choi Beomgyu X Reader

genre & warnings: angst, fluff, kind of like soulmate au and university au, toxic relationship, cheating, cursing

word count: 2.1k

a/n: your order's up! i hope you'll like this 💚 to anyone who wants to request, please do check the rules. thank you so much~

They say that when it's really meant for you, it will naturally come to you.

You met Beomgyu during your highschool. He was friendly and nice, loud and funny, everything that you wanted for a friend. Unfortunately, you have different friend groups, and you were in a relationship.

Yes, it's in the past and it has been years since that ugly break-up.

"It wasn't what it looked like. I swear." your soon to be ex-boyfriend, Jeonghan, tried to persuade you into staying with him but you are so done.

"Really now?" you scoffed, pulling your phone out and showing him more evidence of his cheating. "So you're telling me that your lips were suddenly glued to hers?"

"No." he choked, his brain working to make up some poor excuse that he could use, "That was an accident I swear."

"Whatever, go to her for all I care."

You rolled your eyes, getting ready to leave but your steps falter when you hear his next words, "This is why I can't tolerate you."

What?

You turned to him, the tears that you tried to keep threatened to fall, "What did you say?" you whispered that for some reason he still heard.

"I said," he took a deep breath, "this is why I chose other girls instead of you."

Huh. Is he trying to put the blame on you?

"You're saying it's my fault?" you shakily asked.

"Of course, it fucking is." he laughed dryly, "You don't come with me to parties, you don't want to take photos with me, heck, you don't even hold hands with me in public."

You took a step back, not believing that he had the audacity to use your insecurities against you. He knew you were prone to social anxiety, that you think you don't look photogenic enough, and that if he's seen with you, then some people might think that he's too good to be with you.

"Well, now that's out in the open," he walked towards you, his hand moving under your chin to lift it up, allowing you to take a good look at his smug expression, "I'll gladly say that you're a good riddance, my love."

The way he said 'my love' that day was full of disgust, and thinking about it now made you shrink back.

But it has been three years since then. You're in college now and you can proudly say that you've been working on yourself after that.

You loved and took care of yourself. Your confidence soared and you took an oath (in the mirror) to not fall in love again because all men are crap.

You were too deep in thought that you didn't notice the figure in front of you, making you bump into it.

"Shit. I'm sorry."

"Oh no, I- Hey, you look familiar."

You glanced up when a voice that you were sure you had heard before resonated in your ears. He does look familiar as well.

The male was staring at you intently before a bright grin appeared on his face, "Ah! Y/N!"

You blinked, "Beomgyu? You know me?"

He chuckled at your question, "Of course I know you, we were classmates back in highschool."

"Right." you laughed awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

"Seems like we both attend the same university. Come on." he gestured for you to walk with him, to which you gratefully accepted.

It was a few minutes of walk and you truly enjoyed his company. He was still the same old Beomgyu that you used to know. A sense of comfort washing over you, knowing that some people remain kind.

Shockingly, you both stopped in the same classroom.

"My room's right here." you told him, looking at him to say your goodbyes.

"What a coincidence, this is mine as well."

Bold of you to assume that he walked you to your classroom. Seriously, Y/N, get yourself together.

"Seems like we're classmates again," he grinned at you, "would it be okay then if I sit beside you."

You gave a small smile and shook your head, watching him occupy the seat beside you.

This wasn't so bad, maybe you can befriend him now since no one is stopping you from doing so.

It was uncanny to say the least, because everywhere you go, Choi Beomgyu was there.

You went to the library to borrow a book, but the said book was placed high on the shelves. As you tried your best to get it through your tiptoes, he was suddenly behind you, reaching for it with ease before handing it to you.

You want to go study in the campus coffee shop but it was full, no worries! Beomgyu is sitting all by himself, you can share the table with him.

Your favorite drink in the vending machine was not available anymore? What a tragedy! Good thing that your knight in shining armor, aka Beomgyu, bought one in the convenience store this morning.

Soon enough, Beomgyu's presence became permanent in your life. It's like you're always looking for him, missing him when he's not there and this is a dangerous game you're playing.

You convince yourself every night, that no, you're not growing feelings for your friend. That you will never, ever have feelings for him.

If you're going to be honest, Beomgyu is the definition of 'perfect boyfriend' in everyone's ideal type book. It's just that... you made a promise to yourself and your pride was way too sky-high to break that. Whenever you think about entering a relationship once more, it makes you want to throw up. The trauma and insecurities that you had successfully buried will be out in the open, and you won't risk it.

"Yeonjun will be hosting a party this weekend, you should come." Beomgyu excitedly invites you while eating in the cafeteria.

"Can't. I have a lot to do."

Not particularly a lie, but even after all this time, parties are still not your thing.

"Why?!" he whined, "It'll be fun!"

"Beomgyu." you sternly said, and you kept your hands to yourself when he started throwing a tantrum like a kid.

"Stop it!" you held him, panicked eyes roaming around in fear that people might judge you if they saw the scenario.

"No! I will not stop, not unless you come with me!"

"Fine!" you said, exasperated at his antics but you couldn't help but smile at his small cheer of triumph.

Come Saturday night and you already want to punch Beomgyu. He went with you to the party and introduced you to his other friends (Yeonjun the host of the party, Soobin, Taehyun and Kai), then left to get some drinks.

What made your blood boil is that it's been thirty minutes now and he's still not back.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, heaving through the crowd and walking towards the veranda for a breather.

Finally, some fresh air.

"Didn't know that you come to parties now, Y/N. You've changed."

Fuck it. You'll recognize that voice anywhere.

You closed your eyes, 'Okay, calm down. Don't look at him. Don't talk to him.'

"Ignoring me? Is that the effect that Beomgyu has on you? Being rude?"

Your will crumbled at the mention of your friend's name, spinning around and throwing a harsh glare to the person who keeps on bothering you, "Please keep your nose away from my business," your eyes narrowed, venom in your voice as you prepared to say his name, "Jeonghan."

"Woah!" the man held his hands up in defense, "That's some way to greet me, princess." he smirked, loving the way you get riled up because of him.

"Don't call me that. If you're not leaving, then I will." you said with finality, walking away from him but then his hand gripped your arm tightly.

"No. You're not going anywhere." he moved too fast, and within a mere seconds he had you pinned on the wall, his face too close for comfort.

"Let me go!" you yelled, anxiety spiking up as your heart started beating fast, "Jeonghan! I said let go or else!"

"Or wha-"

A loud thud echoed, followed by a grunt and the next thing you knew is that Jeonghan is slumping by the floor, a menacing gaze directed towards your friend.

You sighed in relief, "Beomgyu!"

"I'm here now." he glanced at you with a soft look, "You're safe."

"You have a lot of courage doing that to me, kid." Jeonghan ridiculed Beomgyu, but the latter didn't budge. Though his next move surprised you, his arm wrapped itself around your waist as he held you close to him.

"I'd do anything for my girlfriend."

What? What is happening right now?

You suddenly met with your ex. Then he had you in a compromising position when no one was looking. And then.. Beomgyu.

He called you his girlfriend?

No. This can't be happening.

Your world was spinning and you think that if you stayed there longer, you might do something that you'll regret in the future. So you ran, disregarding Beomgyu's call for you.

"You seriously don't plan on sulking all week." your friend whom you met during a project last year, Ryujin, said on the other line as she tried to comfort you.

You groaned, tossing around your bed and replying to her tiredly, "Watch me."

You heard some shuffling in the background before she sighed, "You know what, lemme just go to you myself."

"Ryu! I am not in the mood for-!" the call ended before you could complete the sentence which made you groan once again. Ever the stubborn Ryujin, you supposed that you could use her company.

It has been a shitty week of avoiding Beomgyu, going as far as not attending your classes.

Beomgyu did his best to connect with you. Sending endless messages and calling you every now and then despite not answering. You did not have the heart to block him. He's still your friend, a precious someone that you don't want to lose but at the same time, you're still confused about everything.

You were pulled out of your daze when your doorbell rang. Willing yourself to get out of your bed and open it.

"Ryu, you didn't even let me get ready."

"No worries. I still think you're beautiful."

So this is what it feels like when your friend betrays you, huh? Ryujin probably told him to come here, she did a great job of setting this up.

You gulped, seeing the dilemma you're about to face in its physical form. You're tempted to shut the door but you were frozen at the spot.

When Beomgyu sees you standing still, he took this as an opportunity to explain himself, "I knew what happened to you and Jeonghan."

You grimaced at the mere mention of your ex's name, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude into your personal life. Just back then.. it was a huge issue, y'know?"

You nodded, staring at your feet like it's the most interesting thing in the world, not having any choice but to listen to him intently.

"I-I.. I'm sorry Y/N I know this is all too sudden but I really had the urge to protect you that night." he admits, balling his fists tightly, "I hated him, that man, what he did to you was fucked up."

"Beomgyu?" you finally glanced up at him, your heart wrenching at the sight of him looking so small.

It's now or never, you took a deep breath and asked him the dreaded question, "Why did you do that? Why do you feel like that?"

His answer was immediate, firm and his pretty brown orbs gazed at yours with determination, "I like you."

"Even if I'm like this?"

You did not need to elaborate further, he understood what you meant.

Even if you had a lot of baggage, even if you're not sure of yourself, even if you can't fully commit to him.

"Yes." Beomgyu walked towards you, engulfing you in his embrace, "I like you despite everything. I like you for who and what you are."

You closed your eyes, remembering what your grandparents used to tell you.

"They say that when it's really meant for you, it will naturally come to you."

You finally knew what that meant. Choi Beomgyu made you realize and feel what it really meant.

You may drive him insane, you might accidentally push him away and hurt him, but it's okay. As long as he can hold you like this, assure you that he'll always be there then all is well.

Loving you may be difficult, but he sure as hell made it look like it's easy.

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asterkiss · 11 months

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“I think they bought it. We can leave now.” “No way, this was just 5 minutes and I have a reputation to uphold.”

“There is actually no downside to acting like we would be dating.” “Yes, except the part where people would think I was dating you.”

Fake Dating Prompts Modern AU where all the kids + Bill go to highschool together. Again, everything I know about American highschool is taken from movies and TV shows.

- HOMECOMING

Mabel was usually rather proud of who she was. She didn't pay any mind to the whispers behind her back, nor did she let it get to her when the girls giggled and pointed in her direction. So what? She knew she was a little weird by their standards but she wasn't going to change for anyone(!) - let alone a bunch of mean classmates she wouldn't ever hang out with again after graduation.

Still, when Pacifica Northwest made needling comments regarding her love life and lack of a date to the Homecoming, Mabel may have snapped a teensy bit.

'Actually, I do have a date! And he's great and handsome and even better than your boyfriend, Pacifica!'

Urghhhh, why had she said that? Whyyyy!? She didn't have a date! Or a boyfriend! Heck, she was the furthest thing from having any kind of romantic interest after being rejected twice in the last month.

Not to mention that last comment had definitely shot her in the foot. Pacifica was dating the highschool quarterback in typical cliche fashion, and he was a beautiful hottie wrapped up in like, even more hottiness! How was she meant to top that?

Heck, there was only one guy in the entire school who was on par with that level of attractiveness. Although, he was also kind of a two-faced asshole who scared everyone.

―But hey, the alternative was letting Pacifica win.

'So, wanna go to Homecoming with me?' She offered a toothy smile, putting on her best cutesy look as she gazed upon the sight of Bill Cipher. She'd tracked him down to one of the club rooms as it turned out he was in the forensice science class. The brunette couldn't help but notice how the few others in the room were on the far side keeping their distance.

Bill stared at her with a pensive frown, eyebrows drawn together as he scrutinised her face. She couldn't help noticing his eyebrows were dark but his hair was almost platinum blond - did he dye it? She couldn't see any roots from this distance. This colour definitely made his blue eyes pop though. He'd look dreamy if he smiled but instead the guy was staring at her as if she'd grown a second head.

'Well?' she asked, tilting her head when he said nothing.

After a moment he returned his attention to the slides and forensic scope before him. 'Nah.'

Her expression dropped. Nah?

'Why not?'

'Why yes?' he quipped back without glancing her way. 'I don't even know you-' He cut himself off, casting her another curious frown. 'Right?' He seemed to be asking himself as much as her.

'Um, well not really. We haven't spoken per say-'

'Then nah. Nothing in it for me, ya can go now.' He waved her off dismissively.

Mabel huffed, not one to be easily dissuaded. She wasn't going to rejected three times in a month! 'Well, um, what if I did give you something?'

'Doubt there's anything you have that I want,' Bill drawled. 'No offense. Honestly, that's more a compliment than anything else.'

'Uh, thanks?' she replied, before returning to the topic at hand. 'And look, I'm not asking you out because I like you or anything.' Although he was defintiely attractive. 'But I sorta got myself into a predicamenet aaaand... um, well I kinda need to show up to Homecoming with you as my date to avoid schoolwide embarassment?'

Icy blue eyes wandered in her direction. 'Uh huh, and how is that my problem? Ain't my fault you talked yourself into it with the Northwest chick.'

Oh, so he did know about it? Then again, she had kinda got into it with Pacifica in a rather crowded place and neither girl had been quiet.

'If anything, it should be entertaining for a few minutes,' Bill went on with a shrug. 'Otherwise, I'm hoping the spiked punch and bribed DJ will make this thing a concotion of disaster by the time the night's over.'

She ignored his concerning statements. 'Please? It's just one night! There's no downside to us acting like we're dating for one night.'

'Yes, except the part where people think I'm dating you.'

She gaped. 'Hey, what does that mean? I'll have you know I've been called cute on several occasions!'

'Yeah you're cute,' he replied without missing a beat. 'But that begs the question why you haven't already got a date so there's obviously something up with ya if like me you're going alone. I know I'm messed up in many ways, so what's your issue?'

She flushed, partially because he'd called her cute so easily but also because he'd called her out instantly. It was also annoying that he was clearly enjoying her reaction, although she saw the same pensive look cross his face as he glanced her way.

'...Okay, okay, seriously have we met already? Have you asked me out before? Were you one of the girls I turned down in the first year?'

She opened her mouth to respond when he cut her off with a sudden yell that made her flinch in surprise.

'Wait, wait!' he yelled, looking deleriously excited as he stood up. The other students in the room jumped, looking towards them anxiously. Bill grinned, eyes wide with delight when he jabbed a finger in her direction. 'You're not- Wait, are you related to Pine Tree?'

'Who?'

'Pi- Dipper Pines!'

'Um... yes? He's my twin brother?' Did he know Dipper?

Bill's grin widened, splitting across his entire face. Mabel jumped when he grabbed her by the biceps, suddenly invading her personal space as they stood toe-to-toe. She swallowed, heart skipping a beat from the abrupt turn of events. 'Uhhhh....'

'Tell me, do you and your brother get on? Or is it more a case of you hating one anothers guts?' Bill said, dropping his voice to a whisper as he leaned nearer. Oh, her heart was dancing all over the place. She wasn't used to being up this close and personal with a guy. Wow, he had really good skin up close - did he use product? She should ask him―

'Hey, cm'on, answer me Shooting Star,' he said, raising one hand to flick at the dangly stars hanging from her ears.

'Yeah, we're close,' she replied, finding her voice. 'So what?'

Apparently she'd given him the correct answer because his eyes twinkled in delight. It was startling how different the boy seemed from when she'd first entered.

She was so confused right now. 'Soooooo.... about Homecoming.'

'Hm? Oh yeah, we're totally doing that.' He stepped away. 'Feel free to tell people we're dating right now if ya want.'

'Wait, really?' A pause. 'Is this something to do with me being related to Dipper?'

'Oh definitely, I'm only going out with ya cuz I reckon it'll wind him up.'

Hmmm. Mabel turned that information over in her head. Did that mean he and Dipper didn't get along then? Wasn't surprising, having only spoken to Bill for a couple of minutes she couldt definitely see how the two would butt heads.

....Oh well, she was only doing this for her own reasons that benefitted her so she couldn't really be annoyed at him for doing the same. She'd deal with Dipper and any issues that came from it later.

'Okay, cool!' Great, she'd be able to deal with Homcoming and Pacifica in one swing. Now she just had to decide on her dress. As Mabel was mulling over this new issue and turning to leave, a firm hand grasped her shoulder from behind. She turned her head to peer behind, only to find his face inches from her own as their gazes locked. She felt his lips brush against her own, chest tightening and eyes bulging wide in response.

And then there was a flash and click.

He pulled away with a chuckle, whilst Mabel blinked away the light and stood rooted to the spot. 'What just happened?'

'I'm gonna add you on Facebook so I can tag you in this,' Bill replied back, glancing down at his phone. 'Make sure you accept both, alright?'

Uh.

Wait, huh?

Had they just kissed? They had, right? Their lips definitely connected.

More and more questions bounced around her mind as Mabel finally left the classroom, pulling her phone out of her pocket as it buzzed. She stared at the friend invitation from Bill Cipher.

She was beginning to wonder if she'd gotten more than she bargained for with this. It would be worth it to see the look on Pacifica's face, right?

....Right?

#drabble #mabill

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alasijia · 1 year

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MUAK (FED UP)

ft. itoshi sae

summary : highschool sweethearts that quickly grew out of each other.

wc : 683

notes - whenever i think of sae i only think of angst sorry 🙏 + i love this song sm

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Tahukah sakit yang tak terobati? (Have you known of incurable pain?)

Itoshi Sae was a stoic man. Everyone knew of that. So it was a surprise when you'd melt the barriers to his heart, and managed to get him to fall for you.

You two were known as the "iconic couple" all throughout high school. Everyone praised you, said you were lucky for being able to date such a prodigy. And it was true, you were lucky to be with him.

Yet, it seemed your luck ran out the day you had one specific fight with him. Fights were nothing irregular for the two of you, only, they'd never been of such intensity.

His words left an emotional scar on you, on that you figured would never heal.

Belum sempat sembuh, tertikam lagi. (Didn't manage to even heal, before I got hurt again.)

After days of giving him the silent treatment, you figured enough was enough and decided to come home to him. His apartment was empty, as he was away for practice. You decided to cook him dinner, waiting for his arrival.

But when he did, he said things to spite you for your dissapearance.

"So, you decided to crawl back to me?" He'd scoffed, eyeing the plate of food you prepared for him. He merely spared it a glance before walking away. You thought he'd eat it after his shower, but no, he never even stepped foot into the kitchen after that. And that night, you found him fast asleep in bed after a short interaction with you, while you waited nearly hours for him.

Muak, aku muak... (Fed up, I'm fed up...)

Since that day, the two of you barely spoke to each other. When you got up, he had either left for practice already, or was still fast asleep and refused to be woken up.

Even when you did interact, only more arguments would arise between the two of you.

You were sick and tired of this. You've lost count of the nights you've cried over him.

What happened to the iconic couple you two were before?

Katanya cinta sedalam samudra (You said you loved me as deep as the ocean)

You remember the day he first told you he loved you, the promises he made that one day, he'd put a ring on your finger. You believed him.

4 years of being with Itoshi Sae, waiting for him to fulfill his promise.

4 years of being hung up on his words of, "I love you more than anything in the world, heck, you are my world."

Bohong nyata kita berakhir juga. (You lied, because we ended anyway.)

And now, those same words and promises, were ones you despised.

The day he said, "Let's break up." You hated those words and promises that turned to be empty. You hated him, and primarily, yourself, for even believing in his words.

You remember how you packed up your things, leaving his apartment, with him not even sparing you a single glance, not even bidding you goodbye, like it was yesterday.

Muak, aku muak... (Fed up, I'm fed up...)

Since then, when he'd inevitable pass by you in the streets or public spaces, he'd never spare you a glance.

You knew this, yet you were still hoping that maybe, he still wanted you, and everything was just a heat of the moment thing.

But for years had you waited, and that wish never came to be true.

Bila ujungnya berakhir juga. (what was the point, if in the end, we ended anyway?)

For 4 years of your life had you been known for being Itoshi Sae's significant other. Now, you were just a stranger to him. It's funny how things can change so easily.

4 years you wasted your time with Itoshi Sae, and another 2 years had you waited for him to come back to you and end up in your arms again.

6 years. 6 years of your life was spent, for one man who threw you away so easily.

You wondered, what did the relationship even mean to him?

Maybe he never really cared for you, but what does it matter now?

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you #Spotify

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julien5-malfunction · 8 months

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24012024

Saw my therapist in a rather strange setting. We went to this other support/care provider to see if I'd rather have them look after me (Since there has been some issues with the unit-people not doing their job.)

We went there too early so we killed time by driving around town in my therapist's car. For a while. Then went into the building to wait some more. They people there offered me coffee and pie, but I didn't want any.

We just sat at the table for some while and somehow it was the most bired I have been in a while. I was asked to tell something about myself, which is too broad question to awnser to be honest, so I told them about my history of living in units for the past 5 years. The rest of the meeting I was pretty much quiet and spaced tf out as the therapist and other two ladys talked about their dogs or something. They knew each other from work or something.

I noticed the art style of the of the framed pictures on the wall, next to a frigde. Local comic artist, I know him, by name atleast and what he lookes like. His sister was a caretaker in one of the units I was in, shewould tell me about his little brothers comics and stuff like that, I even got one of his books with a dedicated signing as a birthday gift. Occationally I see him in the supermarket and he waves back if I wave at him, maybe he is just friendly like that. It's not that rare to see his work around town, his drawings can be seen on painted on bus stops, even the library walls, the school I used to go to, also had wall painted in his style in the cafeteria. The library sells postcards designed by him. The guy is kind of a local comic book hero, I suppose, literally...

I can't remember what all the discussion was about, but they told me to think about it, 'just say the word and changes can happen at a fast rate'. I'm too tired to think about anything right now. I'm not too keen on haveing people wisiting my home, even less so having new people wisiting my home. I just really want to be alone. Being social wares me out so bad. I'm literally half asleep on the couch as I'm writing this, even tho I didn't even have to walk today.

The lady I talked to offered to drive me to the library and back home, as she had to return books as well and said she was going in the same direction so I accepted. Normally I don't like being taken around in a car but the sidewalks are ice and water and I guess I was just that tired. I kind of info dumped more of my issues on her on the drive home. She was just kinda like '...yeah you kinda have problems...' Kinda feels validating that someone acknowledges that you're kinda getting mistreated by the system and all, I've gotten so used to it allready that whenever someone isn't telling me ' it is what it is', I'm telling them that ' it kinda is... what it is'.

They gave me stuff... I got a green, cheapish-plasticy ballpoint pen, a block of sticky notes, a little bag of candy and a my favourite is the reflector that's shaped like a little house. All of these have the company logo on them.

I sent a picture of these to my favourite person at the unit "these guys bribe kinda hard..."

Probably the most interesting piece of information I got out of the whole ordeal was this name of a game my therapist said hen I was pointing out the game console and said I kinda wanted a PS2 since I have a television but no cable so it just shows a black screen, my PC is so old too that it can't even run LMMS. Then I made a joke about installing Doom on it or something. The therapist said that there is a game named "Hexen", that should run on piece of shit computers as well.

I never herd? Tho I never really looked for 'games to play on a pc with the computing power of a simple calculator'.

I need to look it up at some point... Like I might actually find a game that I can play on my highschool laptop.

Heck I have Halflife 2 on a disk but that want's me to install steam first and that is gonna take extra space on my laptop and I'll need to go camp at the unit to use their wifi again... hmmmmm.

#therapy #i didn't pay attention #pc games

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neurospicywisp · 2 months

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First things first.

I want to document my life from the very start.

Early Life if you will;

My parents told me that I was a happy kid. Curious and always smiling. I wasn't afraid of animals at a petting zoo, in fact I'd walk up to all the animals and give them a lil' kiss.

They like to tell this story, presumably because it's a memory of better times. Before it all came crashing down.

I've seen some of my baby videos. Always giggling and laughing, even if I fell.

From what I remember it all went down hill once school started. I'd come home crying.

Teachers barely noticed I was there. I was stuck in my own world as they said. Heck there were times when they'd forgotten about me or "lost" me but I'd still be at the same spot.

Once kindergarten and the early school years were over the real issues started.

I got bullied. This would go on from middle school till pretty much the end of community college.

But back to middle school. I mostly got told how ugly I am, and how fat I was. By kids from my year but also those from some older years. Newer really understood why he had to target me with his friend.

He'd walk up to me, get very close to my face and yell "UGLY". Well, he wasn't the only one saying that to me so I ended up believing it.

I didn't have friends during middle school. I don't blame them tho, I was a very bossy kid. Always had to do what I wanted to do and oh boy was I a sore loser! But I did always listen to their problems and tried to give them advice if needed. I'd also meet up with them if they needed it. I don't call them friends for a reason but I did hang out with them because I had no one else.

I finally grew out of the bossy phase and sore loser state once I went to highschool. This happens at age 12 here.

Problem was that a classmate of mine at middleschool had a niece who would end up being my classmate in highschool. They knew who I was. Which was bad. During a meet up I got approached by three girls. One of them being the niece. The leader asking if I was this particular person. I said I was. From that moment on I'd be targeted by them, and several others.

Sadly my road to travel to highschool was not safe for me. I had 5 of my classmates also cycling this road and these 5 bullied me the most. They'd target me by kicking my bike, push their front wheel against my bike, or slow down in front of my bike. And of course they'd curse and yell at me during the whole time they'd stay around. I also had previous classmates target me during my ride to school so I ended up leaving earlier than others, and eventually I'd get a lift from my parents who went to work and go from there.

That was the start of highschool.

#bullied #neurodivergent #personal blog #tw: bullying

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years

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[[2:23 am]]

"Jiminie" a whisper.

"Mm?" His voice uncharacteristically deep.

"I can't sleep"

I hated doing this. I hated waking him up for something like this. Especially after being hurtful to him at breakfast this morning. Especially after deliberately not coming home in time for dinner so he'd have to eat alone. Especially because he didn't owe me anything. His presence in my life was essentially temporary. He was my roommate. Till he found a better place to move into.

Me, on the other hand, I knew I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with the state my bank account was in.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was that the walls of my room had started squeezing in on me.

My heart felt heavy.

Heck, my eyes felt heavy.

And there was no reason. That was the worst part, there was no reason.

His lashes fluttered and he slowly opened his sleepy eyes.

"You can't sleep?" He repeated, mumbling.

"I'm sorry."

He shook his head and scooted to the side, patting the place that was warm from where he lay on it seconds ago. "C'mere."

Tears pricked my eyes as I settled under his weighted blanket and tried to calm my racing, aching heart.

"You're not sleepy?" His soft whisper brushed onto my ear.

"I'm sleepy," I nodded, "but I can't sleep"

The next moment, his arm was flung over my waist and butterflies of comfort were being traced onto my shirt.

"Why were you grumpy today?" He yawned.

I shrugged. "I wish I knew Min" my voice broke softly.

He patted my back, "There there, don't cry. You can sleep here"

I blinked slowly, just focusing on how his lids would droop every other blink, and how his voice told me how hard he was trying to stay awake. That's when his fingers intertwined with mine and he tugged my hand to place it over his heart. Almost immediately, the steady thrum of his heartbeat vibrated against my palm.

It was beautiful. How was that little thing keeping him alive, keeping him right here, so close to me. So safe for me.

"Mini..."

"Mmm?"

"You'll leave too someday won't you?"

His eyes shot open. "Nuh uh. I'm staying here till we can both afford a bigger place"

"I don't think I can" I whispered.

The hand that was resting on my waist slowly went upto my hair, brushing through it and rubbing my scalp oh so gently.

"One day you will."

"I don't think I can live with the empty promise of these imaginary one days anymore Mini" tears broke past my lashes.

"Heyy" Jimin cooed, alarmed at the way my brain was working at 3 am.

"I'm stuck."

"Well, i can sit with you till you figure out a way to unstuck yourself"

"Why?"

"You're precious to me."

He was precious to me too.

I'd tell him as much, when I got half as brave as him.

A beat of silence passed.

"I won't leave." He said firmly

"Pinky promise?"

His pinky found mine in the semi darkness and linked with it.

"Pinky promise."

I sighed.

He was reassurance.

He was comfort.

He was forgiveness and acceptance and all the fancy words I'd never know with my highschool degree.

He was Jimin.

And me?

I was a mess. I was emotional every other week. I had a bleak future and no cushion to fall back on. I worked two minimum wage jobs and cried seeing stray puppies.

And I was tucked under Jimin's chin, with my hand over his heartbeat, and his thumb wiping my tears.

I was precious to him. He'd sit with me till I unstuck myself.

He wouldn't leave.

He was precious to me.

#jimin fluff #bts jimin #park jimin #jimin #jimin scenarios #jimin x reader #bts timestamps #jimin timestamps

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bozowrites · 3 years

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hello !! i’m supposed to be graduating soon and i was wondering if you could do a few hc’s of the bench trio attending readers graduation ( they / them pronouns ) ! ty <3

Graduate

Imagine

↳ Y/n graduates highschool.

Pairing: CC!TommyInnit, CC!Tubbo and CC!Ranboo + NB!Reader

TW: PLATONIC

WC: 0.3k

note: whenever the day is, CONGRATS!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!! it's amazing that you're graduating and im so happy for you /gen <333

NAVIGATION

Y/n searched around the crowd of people for three people in particular. They dodged the touch of others, trying to squeeze through the closer people. Reaching an opener area, they sighed. Where the heck were they?

“Y/N!” to their side, Tommy came barreling through people and crashing into them with a hug. “Tommy!” they stumbled, trying to get Tommy’s vice-like grip off of them. “You’re gonna crush me to death!” he let go, grinning at them. “Sorry, I’m just very proud.”

“I got that on camera!” Ranboo cackled, showing the phone to Tommy and Y/n proudly. “Fuck you.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “You’re officially a highschool graduate. How do you feel?” Ranboo asked, giving his phone to Tubbo to film. He took his turn in hugging Y/n as they contemplated their answer to his question.

“Hm…old.” they all laugh, walking away from the crowd of other happy graduates and parents and friends to the parked vehicle. They chatted amongst themselves, continuing to ask what it felt like to be the first highschool graduate. Especially since certain ones didn't even go to school anymore.

“Where do you wanna celebrate? In or out?”

“Chances of one of you being recognized in public are big, so in.” The three agree, getting into the vehicle where one of the parents drove. “All your disguises look ridiculous by the way.” They all turned to look at Y/n, causing a giggle out of them. They all wore masks and hats, sunglasses for one of them too. In theory, they could still be recognized, but it’s all in the hope they won’t be.

“Hey, Y/n?” Tubbo leaned over and turned his head to meet eyes with them. “I’m very proud of you.” A genuine moment from Tubbo. The other two joined in, “Yeah! You're pogchamp for graduating.” and “Very proud. We knew you’d do it.”

“Stop or I’m gonna start crying.”

“Good.”

“Tommy!”

@lmfaosoph @b3l0v3ds @sabinanotfound @youngstarfishdinosaur @acidtabletz @loonylovegood13

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt × reader #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream smp × reader #bench trio x reader #platonic mcyt x reader #platonic tommyinnit x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #platonic ranboo x reader #platonic dream smp x reader #mcyt fluff #dream smp fluff

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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INDAY

± A Trese Fic ±

[Crispin/Basilio/Maliksi/Dominic x Skymaiden!Reader]

01: Noon at Ngayon (✓)

02: Ang Kambal na Anak ni Datu Talagbusao, Diyos ng Digmaan (Link)

03: Ang Prinsipe ng Mga Tikbalang (Link)

04: Ang Pinuno ng Mga Aswang (Link)

05: (Link) 06: (Link) 07: (Link)

01: Noon at Ngayon

Back then, long before you were born, your mother used to work as a katulong of the Trese Family and was very close to its matriarch, Miranda Trese. Coming from the province, she was no stranger to superstitions—even more so after knowing the work of Miranda's husband Anton Trese, who was actually the Babaylan-Mandirigma of Manila.

Years later, after giving birth to you around the same time Miranda gave birth to her twins (one a stillborn, unfortunately), it was you and Alexandra who became best buddies instead, as different your personalities were. You two had practically grown up together and you yourself heard countless stories of the supernatural from your Tito Anton. It wasn't that hard to believe when he and his sigbin companions would sometimes come home tracking blood prints on the floors (which you'd helped your mother clean up). Heck, you'd even met Señor Armanaz, the Great Stallion himself and the ruling tikbalang of the Armanaz herd. That pretty, white-haired diwata seemed extremely fond of you, too, which was evident when you'd sneak in with Alexandra to Tito Anton's meetings and she would smile (even wave) at you happily.

You had absolutely no idea why the fae-like lady was so nice to you, but you weren't complaining at all!

However, in spite of your experiences with the supernatural, you and your mother always believed that you were normal humans. In actuality, that was who you were for the majority of your childhood. It was only until Miranda herself saw a vision of you—a much older you—fighting the monsters of the Underworld alongside her own daughter. During dinnertime, Miranda told your mother that she saw you blessed by the heavens with powers that would aid in the battle against evil.

It sounded absolutely ridiculous, right? Yeah, your mom thought so, too.

Your mother only laughed it off as she placed a steaming bowl of tinola in front of Alexandra's brothers, who instantly dug in like they haven't been fed in years.

"Boys! Dahan-dahan lang," Anton reprimanded his sons. "Or else you'll choke and the soup will come out of your noses!"

"Okay, Papa."

"Grabe ka naman, Miranda. I doubt that anything like that's going to happen to my daughter," your mom chuckled, watching your little hands try to feed Alexandra with a piece of chicken. "Unlike you guys, our lineage isn't anything special. Ordinaryo lang ang lahi namin."

Miranda sighed, looking at you and her only living daughter enjoying your time being kids, "I guess you're right. Baka panaginip lang talaga 'yun."

Anton glanced at her knowingly. Although he was aware that you and your mom didn't dabble in magic or anything like they did, he knew that whenever Miranda—one of the Seven Seers—had such vivid dreams, it was something of great importance. But he decided to say nothing, understanding how much your mother wanted to let you live as normal of a life possible in this household.

That was when you were seven years old. One year later, Miranda died fighting against a group of aswang who decided to betray Anton. Said man found the eight-year-old Alexandra hiding in a corner behind the waterfalls, scared and holding Sinag close to her heaving chest as she tried to hold her tearful sobs in.

Of course, a few days later, you and your mother attended the funeral with the mourning Trese family. All the brothers had done their best to stay strong, especially for their little sister who didn't fully understand yet what just happened. Little you ran towards Alexandra, holding her hand tightly as her mother's casket was lowered. Around you were various comrades, both human and non-human, paying their respects to their bereaved allies.

That day, as you turned your back to return to your mother's arms, you knew you would never forget the feeling of numerous unearthly eyes following your every movement.

Even they could sense that there was something about you, a so-called regular human child. You smelled human and had the aura of one, but there was something they couldn't place. It was like a tiny rock getting into your shoe, not coming out at all.

Much changed after that, but you and Alexandra remained close together. To your dismay, just after you graduated elementary, you and your mother had to move back to the province to stay with your sick grandparents. The last thing you could remember was kneeling in the back of the car, looking sadly through the rear windscreen as Alexandra and her brothers waved goodbye to you.

More than a decade had passed since then. You used to write letters to Alexandra, but after Hank told you she had to undergo the trials of the Puno ng Balete, you haven't heard from her (although Hank did disclose that she'd managed to come home safely, which was a great relief to you). You didn't blame her; you knew Tito Anton had passed away in the five years she was gone and that she had to take over the title of Lakan, as well as the Babaylan-Mandirigma of Manila. It was a demanding job! You remembered Tito Anton sometimes staying up all night—breakfast would be served and he would still be in his study, going over paperwork. On other days, he would be gone for consecutive nights handling cases all around Manila. You could only pray Alexandra was fine.

Your life had continued on, as well—you took care of your ill grandparents until they died, helped your mother in the province, went to a good highschool, then earned your degree in another prominent city that wasn't Manila.

Your mom actually recommended that you go to school somewhere else, given the constantly rising number of attacks in the capital of the country. And so you did. Life was hard, but normal until then.

The funny thing was that, when you reached the age of twenty-one, you finally understood why those supernatural creatures kept looking at you weirdly as a kid (and why Lady Diwata liked you so much).

What was even funnier was that the dramatic revelation came to you when you weren't in the Philippines. It was after you freshly graduated college, when you were traveling all over Asia to volunteer in charity projects. It was always your dream to one day expand your horizons not only beyond your province, but the Philippines itself, while also doing good in the world.

And here you were, walking that path you dreamt of.

The organization you luckily managed to become a member of provided everything you needed, and every few months, you would move from country to country. Because of that, you'd already been able to travel to so many places. First it was Thailand, then Indonesia, China, South Korea, India, Japan, Sri Lanka, Singapore, Malaysia, and currently, you were in Vietnam. Visiting those places was fun and gave you a whole new perspective of the world you lived in; it was a... learning experience, too.

Still, that incident happened when you were in Thailand, when you were the last one in the rented apartment balcony taping up the boxes for the donation drive tomorrow. Yawning, you cut more duct tape and stuck them to the open boxes tightly.

"Inday," someone said from behind you. You didn't bother turning around, thinking it was one of your fellow volunteers looking for you this late at night. Probably your roommate. She was the only one who usually called you by your nickname instead of your real name.

"Hmm?" you hummed, taping up more boxes. "Papasok na ako sa kwarto, Lyn. I just have a few more boxes to close. Alam mong mapapagalitan ako kung may hindi madidistribute bukas."

"Hindi ako si Lyn."

You paused, then slowly turned around, flinching at the sudden bright light that shone right against your eyes. For a moment, akala mo namatay ka na at hinaharap mo si San Pedro.

It was a glowing figure in white whose face you couldn't clearly see, which frightened you even more.

"Ay, mama!" you exclaimed, shielding your eyes and falling to your knees. Then, you gasped loudly, patting your body and panicking with closed lids. "Oh my God, am I dead? Nasa heaven na po ba ako?" Your lips wobbled. "Ngayon pa nga lang ako nakaalis ng Pilipinas... I haven't even done all the things I've wanted to do! Hindi pa ako nakapagpaalam sa nanay ko—aray!"

You'd felt something hit the back of your head. Hard. It was the glowing figure in white, but now you could see their unimpressed face scowling at you.

"Kalma lang, Inday. Hindi ka pa patay, pero makinig ka nang mabuti," they shushed you urgently (you weren't sure if they were male or female). "Do not be afraid. I am a messenger from the heavens, and I bear great news!"

"Great news...?" you trailed off, then your eyes widened excitedly. "Like, nanalo ba ako ng lotto? Isang milyon? Bilyon? Hala! Wait, is this a Mama Mary moment? I'm not ready to be the next immaculate conception!"

They glared at you, making you shut up instantly. "Sorry, I'll shut up now," you apologized with a mumble. This person (thing?) was kind of... strict. Whatever did you do wrong? You were just sleep-deprived and running on energy drinks (as well as kape).

"I have come to tell you that you are the vessel of the last skymaiden," they revealed, arms wide open. The light around them seemed to grow even brighter, making you squint. You felt like you were about the go blind! "Ikaw ang huling biraddali, Y/N L/N."

At ayun, zero brain cells remaining. Tunay na nagloading screen ang brain mo. Nag-error at nagcrash pa nga siguro, eh.

"... Ha? Ano?"

You blinked, completely speechless—as seen by how wide your jaw had dropped open. It wasn't that you were unfamiliar with the biraddali, it was just that you'd only heard of them once when you were just a young child. Your Tita Miranda had mentioned they were long gone from the world of the supernatural.

"Oh no, me? A biraddali? You're joking," you stuttered out, pointing at yourself. "Aren't they extinct or something? And, uh... not human?"

They nodded, "Yes. It is correct that everyone in the mystical world thought that the biraddali were long gone, even before the colonizers came to conquer the native lands. However, before the skymaidens all disappeared, the youngest and most powerful one among the seven sisters sealed her soul away to the rivers of time until the strength of a heavenly being was needed to help purify the evils of the world." The figure floated closer to you. "That last biraddali's soul, along with its corresponding power, traits, and knowledge, had chosen to reside deep within you the moment you were conceived."

Honestly, how were you even supposed to react? Your life was nowhere near ready for something like this. Was this a prank by your friends? Your colleagues? The light around this person seemed too authentic to be fake, though.

You stayed in shock for an entire minute, silent. The being in front of you only waited for a response.

"Ano 'to, Sailor Moon? Winx Club?" you whispered to yourself, before slapping your own cheek and scolding yourself. A stinging red mark was left on your face. "Inday, kakamanhwa mo 'yan! Nasosobraan ka na ata, matulog ka na!"

Sighing heavily, you rubbed your face tiredly, still in disbelief that you—according to this stranger—were apparently some old soul from a species of ethereal beings that were long gone. It sounded like something out of those reincarnation webnovels you got addicted to. What now, you were the MC? Wattpad ka, girl?

"Look, this is a mistake. I still have to wake up early tomorrow to give out the donations," you spoke to the glowing being (or whatever it was), laughing nervously. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. Either that or I must be hallucinating from sleep deprivation, because I'm definitely not a divine creature. You're probably just a product of my imagination. Sorry, I'm going to bed."

Bang!

At that moment, the power in the building went out. The only thing you could see was the thing who assumed you were a biraddali (they were so bright they were like a flashlight in the dark for you).

"Brownout?" you blinked. It felt wrong, though. It was eerily silent. "Did a fuse blow up?"

"Nagsimula na ang iyong unang pagsubok, Y/N," they announced seriously. "Creatures of the dark have already begun to take over this building. You may not have noticed, but all throughout your life, you have always been helping and giving. It is your nature as a being descended from the heavens themselves, and now, it is time for you to accept your destiny."

"Hoy, sandali lang! Sandali, sandali!" You were absolutely wide awake now as you heard the sounds of strange whispers around you. It was terrifyingly creepy, much creepier than whatever you'd seen back in the Trese Residence (and you'd seen a lot in that house). You did not want to be a part of a horror movie-like lifestyle. "Don't I have a choice in this?! I—I don't have any training or fighting skills! Hindi ako Alexandra Trese o Babaylan-Mandirigma! I'm not ready for this, holy sh—"

The candescent creature raised a brow at you, "Inday, I just told you that you have the power of a lost mystical being. And tell me, if you had the power to save your companions in this building from the forces of evil, would you save them?"

You were silent, knowing the answer.

"Well?" they prodded.

You bit your lip, "Oo naman. I'm not heartless!" But you were a little impulsive. And apparently, insane.

"That's what I thought. I just need you to believe in yourself," the being encouraged, gentler this time. It transformed into something smaller and rounder—like a ball of light. "Ikaw ang huling biraddali, Y/N, at marami kang kapangyarihan. Isa dito ay ang pagtulong sa mga nangangailangan, lalo na laban sa masasamang nilalang."

Bestie, what had you just gotten into?

You swallowed apprehensively, then nodded in determination, "Sige. So, how do I save the people in the building? Biraddali were said to be able to shapeshift, right? If I remember the tale correctly. Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening to me right now."

"That's just one of your abilities, but I'll teach you. I'm actually your guide," they replied confidently. "With me, you'll be able to master your powers and exceed your capabilities in no time!"

"Wait! Anong pangalan mo?" you asked breathlessly, following them as they speedily flew out of the room. "Grabe, slow down! I'm not athletic! I haven't even exercised this week, goodness."

"... Gabay. Ako si Gabay."

Despite the adrenaline and fear running in your veins, you still grinned up at the ball of light, "Okay. Nice to meet you, Gabay."

This was just the beginning of your supernatural combat training abroad. When you returned to the Philippines three years later, you were stronger, faster, and more powerful than you'd ever felt before. It was crazy.

Oh, that guy who tried to rob you when you came back to Manila was crazy, too. The two identical-looking men in dark suits and white ties—you wondered how they were surviving the heat in that attire—could only watch in awe as you chased down that man who stole your bag while doing acrobatics and parkour.

"Uy, Kuya Crispin, sino kaya 'yun?"

"Ewan ko, Basilio."

"... She's kind of pretty. Type ko. Type mo rin ata."

"The more important question is, paano niya na nahuli ang magnanakaw?"

"Oo nga, no? One in a million chance 'yan dito sa Maynila, haha! Ang astig ni ate!"

(Next Chapter.)

± Author's Notes ±

Ayieee, type daw tayo ng kambal! 😌

How the hell did I write this entirely random thing in one day? 2k+ words? Ano daw? 😃⁉️

You know, this was supposed to just be a Trese one-shot or a bunch of drabbles for the characters I'm currently simping for... but it turned into a full-blown, shameless self-insert slash crackfic. Kakacellphone ko 'yan. 🤦‍♀️

Nagresearch pa ako ng articles about Filipino skymaidens because I wanted something similiar to the Japanese celestial maidens (tennyo). Very random idea but why not? Gusto ko ng badass Y/N na hindi takot lumaban sa mga mumu! 👻

Also, pagbigyan niyo nalang ang matandang 'to kasi ilang taon na akong hindi nagpopost ng mga writings ko. May track record pa naman ako bilang author na hindi nagtatapos ng mga fanfic, hehe. I also haven't read the comics so please forgive me for any inaccuracies and of course, misspellings/errors. Gusto ko lang matapos 'to para makakabalik na ako sa Jujutsu Kaisen. 🥲😗

Anyways, comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Hit those heart, reblog, and follow buttons for updates! Just comment if you want to be tagged in the next chapters. ❤

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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Tw self harm

hey uh river, my best friend is self harming and is what to do, because I’m worried she’ll get really mad at me if I tell an adult

That's sounds awful and hard to deal with. Like, 0/10. I've been in similar situations, and I know that twisty feeling in your gut that kind of clings to your insides. It's awful. And like, especially if you think they're gonna get mad at you. Like. It's horrible.

My old best friend got depression really bad in highschool, and I asked my mom for advice on how to help her, and I mentioned it briefly and my friend lost her marbles and got so mad she didn't talk to me for like, two weeks. That's one extreme.

However. One of my friends got really, really, really suicidal and self-destructive in the middle of covid. To the point where like, I had to talk to her to keep her from trying to hurt herself and to keep her hands occupied with texting me. It was not fun at all, but i'd do it again in a heartbeat to help her. However, I knew that, like. I couldn't take care of my friend and duct-tape scissors to the walls, or physically take her away from what was tempting her, or put an ice cube in her hand or anything like that. So, I literally told my mom and told her to tell her mom. My friend got therapy and mental help and a lot more love and patience than I think she'd been getting at home because of it. And she wasn't mad at me, because sometimes, like. You've gotta make the choice that needs to be made for your friend's welfare.

Like, none of this is easy. And none of us(especially kids, I was seventeen when I had to talk my friend down from hurting herself), should have the burden of keeping people away from their own thoughts and own desires on our own. I once went to a class, a communications class, actually. And the professor looked around this room of college kids and was like, "How many of you have had to talk a friend out of hurting themselves?" and literally almost every single person in the room raised their hand. She got this sad look in her eyes and she went, "That's such a hard thing to go through. And all of you have been through it."

Because, heck. It may be normalized, to some extent, but stars. We are not therapists. We are not cognitive behavioral therapists. We are not counselors. We are not parents, we can't get our friends medication, we can't do any of that stuff.

And it sucks. Because we really really really want to help.

So. Like. Here's my advice.

First.

Take a deep breath. It is going to be okay. I swear it.

Second.

There's kind of one question you have to think about.

And it's not a very easy question, because the answer seems obvious, but sometimes it's really really hard to get to that answer. And it sounds harsh, too. I'm not going to say that it doesn't. It's a rough question. But, like. It's a true question. That I think you need the answer to.

Do you care more about your friend's opinion of you, or your friend's physical wellbeing?

(i know. it's a horrible and intense question. but it's a real question.)

If you care more about your friend's opinion of you(not the answer I assume you'll pick, but just for talking's sake), just try to be there for her. Keep talking, call her if you want. Find her some safer alternatives. My favorite(hi. yes. anxiety makes me try to scratch my skin off so like i can focus on something other than my own spiralling thoughts) is putting a rubber band or hair tie on my wrist and like. Snapping it. It hurts like a bitch. But it works! Other ones I've heard that work are holding ice cubes in your hand, ice cold water bucket to stick your hands in, drawing lines on your skin with a marker or pen. Etc. Keep recommending she go to an adult. Just. Pound it into her brain.

If you pick the second option(i think you should pick this option, but i'm not in control of you and you can pick what to do), here's how I'd do it. Give her an ultimatum. Either she can tell, or you will. But someone's gotta. Because enough is too much, and she's hurting, and you can't fix it, but you want it to stop.

Tell her that this is one of those things that you go to the adult with. Like, remember when you were in school and there was like, safety day, or something, where they just sat you down and told you that before going off with anyone, or before trying to tackle the burglar by yourself, you'd go get an adult. Like. This is one of the things you can't keep secret, can't keep locked up. It's a safety issue. And it's not even, "My friend is hiding illegal drugs under their mattress" although, I'd suggest telling an adult immediately about that as well. Or calling the cops.

This is actively and purposefully hurting her. And she's the danger to herself.

Tell her that you're gonna give her til... say. Tomorrow. Tomorrow evening. To tell her parents. Or you will tell your parents, who will tell hers.

Also, btw. There is no reason for you to get involved talking to her parents. That's why you have parents! To do the hard stuff like telling adults that their children are hurting themselves! <3

If you think it would be easier on you, or better than going through your own parents, that's fine, I don't know you or your relationship with your parents, but if they're chill and you're chill with them I 100% suggest going through them. Your parents are also extremely likely to believe you right off the bat, and adults are much more likely to believe other adults than kids. Just. Those are the facts.

I'd suggest you make a concrete plan to tell your parents no matter what, no matter what your friend says they've said or haven't said(because sometimes people lie to get around things like parental intervention), and just. Stick to it. That way your friend gets out of the dangerous situation as quickly as possible.

Overall, this sounds like a really rough situation to be in, and I'm sorry you're in it, love <3

i hope it gets better asap

feel free to send me another ask if you'd like more advice <3 <3 <3

#it's gonna be okay #i promise #i really do reccomend you tell an adult #i cannot make you but that is my advice #just exhale and resign yourself to your friend's anger tbh #i can't tell you what to pick but this is my advice #TW SELF HARM #tw sh #tw self h4rm #tw sh related #tw suicide mention #tw suicidality #tw depression #tw #river's advice column #thanks for the ask!

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atsuwiee · 3 years

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the letters :: y.jw

genre: fluff, slight angst, highschool au, friends to lovers pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, not proofread, also this was pretty long-, also kind of bullshitted the ending sorry :/ tel's note: wiiieeeee idk brainrot go brr

jungwon arrived at his seat to have a letter on his desk, again. yes, again, and it's been happening for almost a month. "wow they really are crazy for you" you said while pointing out the letter on his desk, jungwon just chuckled and sat down.

you and jungwon had known each other since middle school, he's been there for you and you did the same. you were seated beside him and you watched him read the letters.

his face slowly lights up every time he read each letter each day. "i really don't know who this person is- but they have been making my hear flutter" he says while chuckling a bit. you smiled at him, admiring his features- especially that dimples he has on his cheeks.

"would you like to meet them?" you asked. "of course! they've been doing this for like- a month!" he says while you laugh at him a bit. "why? do you know them?" he asks, raising a brow. "...maybe" you say. "wow! really? what are they like?" he asks.

suddenly this weird feeling grows into your chest, what were you supposed to say? and why did you even say that? "uh... they look pretty decent? yeah they look pretty nice... i guess" you say while avoiding eye contact. "i bet they look beautiful" he says softly.

you looked confused, was he starting to fall for his secret admirer? understandable- it's been practically a month- but he has never seen them, how could he possibly have a crush on them?

your thoughts were then cut off when the teacher walked in the room for your class.

"oh! another one" jungwon said. ah yes, a new day, a new letter. "cute" he says softly as he read the letter. "cute?" you say as you took a peek at the letter.

jungwon was very curious to who this person was and to why they like him. maybe he was moving on from having a crush on you? no, he still thinks about you every time. heck he even though you were the one sending in letters.

only to see the handwriting wasn't similar to yours. he's never told you that he was in love with you- just because of the fear you didn't like him back or you had someone else even though he knew well you were single.

to: yang jungwon

i have seen that you've been liking my letters for this past month. it brings me joy when i know i make your heart flutter with the simple words i write for you.

exams were tough, huh? i noticed that you've been tiring yourself, yet you still look absolutely beautiful. not that i mean you still looked good when you're stressed- it's just you always look good :)

take some rest now since exams are over. i heard from our classmates you have good marks this year, well you always do, dear.

you always do your best and i admire that, and wish i were like you.

anyways, i hope you enjoy your day today!

from: ps: i've heard you wanted to meet me, meet me at the rooftop- before you go home (if you can).

"you know you can leave without me? you have to go meet your admirer!" you say while picking up your bag. "i was hoping to bring you with me-" "nah! you both need some alone time, y'know?" you say with a small chuckle. "i have to go now! bye!" you say as you rush out the classroom door.

jungwon sighed at how you dashed off but now he headed to the rooftop. he could feel his heart thumping against his chest, as if it was about to explode, he was nervous for sure. he headed to the rooftop of the school with the letter in his hand.

when he arrived he saw a figure with their back faced at him, looking the golden sky. his squinted a bit, oddly, the figure looked like you or was his eyes just fooling him around?

"y/n..?" he impulsively called out. "yeah?" you say as you turned around. he looked confused, really, he thought you had dashed off to head home. but no, you were here. "you're really eager on meeting them huh?" you say. "yeah..." you could hear him say under his breath.

you felt your hands shake a bit, your heart beating loudly against your chest. you took a deep breath "well... surprise! i was the one sending those" you say, voice a bit shaky.

jungwon looked at you with such a confused look. "w-wait. it doesn't even look like your handwriting! how?" he asked. "i asked a friend to write those, since i didn't want to make you letters that would make you recognize it was me" you explain.

it was hard for jungwon to believe though, he had asked for this but he's feeling different. "come on y/n, you're full of jokes- i know this isn't you" jungwon said, in denial with what your claims.

you took a deep breath once again and held out a paper. "...do you really not believe me?" you asked softly. "i... don't" he said and it made you nod.

"look at the letter as i read this" you say, referring to the letter he was holding. you started to read the letter out loud- and they were the exact same words that was written on the letter. "this was the actual letter- i just told a friend to rewrite it for you" you say with a small sigh.

"...jungwon i like you. i really do, and i did this so you could fall for the admirer... which was me. i'm sorry if i fooled you, i knew you were expecting someone else"you say with your head low. "i'll get going now" you say softly heading towards the exit of the rooftop until a firm grip was on your wrist.

you faced him, jungwon was holding your wrist- looking down at it. "i just didn't expect it to be you, y/n... but do know i've fallen for you already for the longest time" he said and looked into your eyes. "what?" you say in confusion.

"yeah... i actually can't believe that you were the one who had written them- hell i even wished it was you, and it came true" he says with a soft smile.

warm tears cascade from your cheek. "y/n? please don't cry..." jungwon said as he removed his hand from your wrist. "i thought you were mad at me" you say softly. "because of the letters? of course not" he says as he pulls you into a warm embrace.

you breathed in his warmth, his warmth bringing a big wave of comfort to you. "oh y/n..." he says softly. he chuckled a bit, "i've known you for the longest time, and i know you've done so many tricks up your sleeve. this might be my favorite one" jungwon says with a smile.

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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Hey Goldy, why do you think jk could've been homophobic in the early years? I genuinely want to know becuz i didn't really feel that way myself . And when according to you did he become woke? And what do u think about jimin in this case?

I think JK could have been homophobic????

Have you been snooping around my Ko-fi page??? I don't recall ever saying anything like that on here...

Are you on Ko-fi? You can ask directly on Ko-fi if you have any questions with regards to any of the posts on there. Simply DM.

I said that, because I had read somewhere Jungkook was straight and was dating a trainee before 2015 when he and JM started fully dating but then those same peopele claimed somehow that JK was too young to be gay at the time or to be doing Jimin prior to 2015- in that context then to me, if he wasn't closeted and gay then he'd come off as very homophobic especially in the way he acted around JM and treated JM in that period in my opinion.

If he wasn't too young to be straight, he wasn't too young to be gay. I knew I liked girls at the age of seven ish. Never acted on it and shied away from gals mostly until highschool when I came across much older queer gals- Some have claimed they knew they liked girls much earlier than that.

I mean I'd assume straight people knew they were straight even in kindergarten. Why does it gotta be any different for gay people. It's really bizarre to me.

That's not to say I don't think Jikook weren't problematic or didn't have issues.

For JK I can say, toxic masculinity, internalized homophobia and immaturity marked his earlier phase- not just him but Jimin and everyone in bangtan too (minus the internalized homophobia of course) in my opinion. Which I think we've talked about on here a few times now.

I understand certain conversations make some people uncomfortable especially ones surrounding BTS and homophobia, misogyny cultural appropriation, gay culture appropriation etc.

As I said on Ko-fi, if Jungkook wasn't queer/gay back then, then I'm afraid, to me, a lot of the things he'd said and done around around JM was quite homophobic.

But since I believe he was gay, they just come off as internalized homophobia to me.

And by that I mean things he'd say similar to RM talking bout how 'Jimin tries a lot to be masculine even though he's not' and gets elbowed by Jin to shut up because it's something you just don't say to effeminate men like JM or especially gay men. It comes across as a homophobic slur or microaggression (if JM is in deed gay- which I think he is.)

Or all the crying jokes bangtan makes about JK most times and the constant attack on Jikook's masculinity in the group- being gay doesn't make you less of a man💀

You'll understand if you've seen JK's face drop at certain 'jokes' certain people in the group throw his way.

When did Jungkook become woke????

That's like asking me when did BTS become woke.

Sounds very sarcastic but whatever.

Don't think I can point to you a particular date in this instance just that there's been a very visible gradual shift in the way he thinks, behaves or carry himself within the group over the years.

When he stopped saying things like men shouldn't wear rings on their pinky or that men shouldn't check their selfies after taking them- to which JM replies in frustration 'men, men, men, what the heck is men!'

When he started unlearning the toxic masculine stuff and started embracing his true nature?

It's been a journey for him I'd say.

Whenever he second guesses himself and hesitates to touch JM in certain places-even to this day( a certain titanic run episode comes to mind)

He reaches for JM's waist, stops and holds his shoulder instead. There's a cut a his hand is now on JM's waist- clearly he was cued by the director or someone to hold JM's waist to make it more entertaining.

Now I wouldn't say this act is homophobic per se. Plus, he's not the only one who some times get confused around JM and hesitate to touch him- Tae does that too.

There's that TXT member who froze entirely when JM touched him.

But I can't ignore that JK's hesitation comes from him thinking it's inappropriate for him being a guy to hold JM in certain places like that- which is interesting because they be playing with each other's dixk and shit. You'd think that's more gay no?

Men are nasty and do nasty things like hitting eachother's private region for play or squeezing eachother's nipples and shit- Apparently, that's not gay. To them.

But suddenly, holding hands or placing their hands on a man's waist is gay because it's intimate and something a couple would do- very heteronormative I'd say.

Sounds familiar?

'Sounds like something a couple would do' then the members would proceed to act embarrassed by it.

And this was what, like a few months ago?

Toxic masculinity is at the heart of homophobia. One usually follows the other. If you can spot toxic masculinity in JK, you should be able to spot his internalized homophobic tendencies.

That being said. He's grown now. Way mature than before. Occasionally does some ignorant shit but he's way better than before- in my opinion💀

They shouldn't kiss and act grossed out. If it grosses you out don't do it in the first place that's just rude. I think you know what I mean.

Like RM says, they were all a bit in the mud, unsophisticated in their formative years and I don't think that excluded JM and JK( not gonna go into JK's problematic moments on here or recount them)

As to whether or not some of the things he said in those days were homophobic or not I think it depends on perspective and one's own understanding of anti homosexual tendencies and behaviors.

If not then ignorance is bliss I guess.

What do I think about Jimin???

I think he's gay. Lol.

But he's had his own toxic manly man moments.

'We are men and men shouldn't pop their booty'

Men shouldn't pop their booty? He tried it. Lol.

From the top, make it drop honey😏

Calling Hobi gay as a joke???

'I think he likes men a little too much'

Sir, sit down. A few years later, you are gay too. Very gay. More so gay than Hobi💀

This you???💀

Not sure how to steer this conversation because I feel you don't know exactly what that blog on JK and homophobia is about.

Anywho, thanks for the question. Love it.

I'm gonna answer all your questions. I love them🤤💜

Signed,

GOLDY

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polar534 · 4 years

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Jersey Stealing Pt. 4

Titan, this was a lot longer then I had ever planned on it being. I started writing Jersey Stealing I want to say MONTHS ago. You guys have only recently seen the parts that have been sitting done for ages. I guess it's just a side effect of this being my secondary, recovery project. Something fun I can write up while I'm at work.

Anyways, I'll stop babbling now and let y'all get to the well deserved end to this arc. This one is long. It's got a lot of loose threads tied up and it's also got my first instance of me ever typing out 'I love you' in any sort of writing... so that's a thing. Hopefully I did it alright.

(If you like this/want to read the other parts/want to figure out what the heck this Hockey AU is in the first place, consider checking out the MasterPost.)

***

Amity tapped her fingers, the sharp sound echoing loudly throughout the empty house. Sighing, she pushed her chair out and set aside the homework she was working on. The quiet nature of the house was almost physically bothering her as she walked to the window.Opening up to the sounds of the street below and woods behind, Amity took a deep breath and let the sounds comfort the growing restlessness creeping into her bones. Normally on the days she didn't have practice, both her and Luz would spend the evening in the Boiling Isles, visiting Lilith and Eda at the palace. There was always something to do, and Eda in particular was always looking for some excuse to sneak away from her duties even for just a little bit. It was something they both looked forward to. A time in which everyone could catch up, Gus and Willow included, outside of school or Willow and Amity's games.

However, today was different. Luz had a lot less shine in her eyes as Amity said goodbye to her at the portal, something that rarely happened. It only furthered Amity's resolve in her decision to stay behind and find some sort of resolution to the incident that now had been plaguing her girlfriend for almost a week.

The itching in her bones began to crawl into her skin as Amity felt her restlessness increase. Moving to the bed she grabbed some shoes and slid them on, making sure to grab her stick and jersey on the way out the door. Even if it was late, she knew Luz wouldn't be home anytime soon, and there was no telling when Camilla would be off of work. Equipment in hand, she moved down the street quickly, the daylight slowly fading behind her.

***

Crack!

The slam of the puck against the stick offered little resistance to Amity's swing as she continued the course she had designed for herself. Lapping the rink she crashed into the football training dummy she and the team had borrowed (stolen) from the local highschool. Feeling the weighted dummy barely move against the slick ice had her hitting the next lap even faster then the first.

Crack!

This time the swing was straight through the puck, almost as if Amity was merely cutting through the air with her motions. The puck flew through the air and pushed the netting of the goal to it's limit as the witch ducked her head down and lapped the rink a second time, building up speed to once again charge the dummy. Her chest heaved as her feet slowed in their steps, the ice now almost like water under her skates. There was no more traction to be gained and she instead allowed her body to continue it's momentum as she practically soared towards her goal. Her mind emptied as she plowed into the object in front of her, shoulder out, intending to cause as much damage as possible. This time, the metal sled holding the dummy up slid effortlessly through the ice as it flew backwards. The force of her impact wasn't clean though. Losing her balance and with too much speed to stop, Amity careened around the edge of where the dummy had stopped and she hit the ice hard. The green-haired girl barely registered the pain as her stick flew from her hand and she was left spinning out on the ice.

The witch panted heavily as she lay on the frozen rink, completely dazed, her heartbeat thudding so loudly in her ears that she could barely think.

As the pain of her fall caught up with her, so did the emotions she had tried to outrun for the past week. She wasn't aware of the first tear that slipped down the side of her cheek, but the many following after had her face almost bitterly cold in chilly temperature of the arena. A question repeated in her mind over and over.

Why?

The tears didn't bother her. Neither did the reason she was shedding them.

Why?

What bothered her most was Luz. Why was this the thing, this hope, this person, the one thing to break Luz like Amity had never seen? Why did this emotion, this defeat, seem to haunt Luz like a ghost that was all too familiar? Amity's heart broke for Luz, and maybe she was finally allowing herself to feel the pain, the burden she had tried carrying since she had seen it. Her mind raced to fill in the gaps and answer the questions as the adrenaline from her training began to crash and her body melted further into the ice.

She thought about all she knew and had learned about Luz's history in her own world. This world that Amity now had become a part of. It seemed like every day was a struggle for Luz, her wild and dangerous ideas being so obviously unappealing to others. Forcibly being isolated, even when you are trying to reach out was a lot different from how Amity grew up. She was always welcome, but never felt like she belonged… never wanted to.

'I think that’s why Luz held on to the hope that one day they could be friends'

It was Luz's connection to Amity that severed the last chance of her bonding to her past. It was the step over the line for Sasha, the person Luz had hung her last hopes on before she met Willow, before she met Gus, before she met Amity.

The adrenaline was gone. Her body aching, Amity crawled her way to her feet feeling more hollow then ever before. Slowly, she slid the training dummy off the ice, and grabbed her stick. Her eyes glanced to the puck that was still in the empty space of the goal as she packed the last of her equipment away. Glancing at her phone she saw that there were missed messages.

-I'm home now.

Missed Call from Luz

-Amity?

-Where are you?

-I hope you're ok.

Amity took one last look at the ice behind her before she tapped out a quick response, slinging her jersey off and over her shoulder as she walked out of the building.

-Sorry. I was practicing.

-I'll be home soon.

***

Amity crept up the stairs and to the bedroom. Peeking open the door slowly she saw that Luz was curled up on the bed, wrapped up snugly in a blanket and using a small lamp to read by. As soon as the door opened her eyes shot up and the ghost of a smile lit up her face in the relative darkness.

"Ahhh, there she is!"

Amity smiled back as she wormed her way further into the room and set her equipment down. Kicking off her shoes she sat down on the edge of the bed as Luz set her book down and clung onto her back, her head resting comfortably in the crook of the witch's neck.

"I'm sorry I was late." Amity mumbled quietly as she leaned her face into Luz's, enjoying her girlfriend's warmth as it chased away the bite of cold that still lingered from the rink.

"I am too." Luz rumbled back into her ear as she squeezed her arms tightly around the witch's torso and pulled her fully down onto the bed.

"Oh? Miss me much Noceda?" Amity teased as they both wrapped the blanket around them and settled in, Luz in Amity's arms.

Luz merely responded with a low growl as she snuggled further into the other's girls embrace, making sure her face was buried into Amity's chest. After a moment of enjoying being close and together again, Luz finally lifted her face. Her eyes were tired, but they held the shine of curiosity that Amity was used to. Deep in those wide brown eyes there was a flicker of the Luz she knew and loved.

Then that flicker faded.

"So… you were out pretty late."

Amity nodded. It wasn't an accusation, just a comment. It didn't stop the guilt from rushing in however.

"I know. I'm sorry. I was caught up in practicing and didn't realize the time."

"Lokte's brother stopped by earlier." Luz said calmly.

Amity's blood froze. It wasn't as if she wanted to hide what she had been up to for the last few days, but rather didn't want to worry Luz any more then she already was. It was too late now though.

"He wanted to apologize. For what happened at the game. He looked pretty spooked. Guess Lokte didn't go easy on him."

"I wouldn't either." Amity growled stiffly. It may have been a genuine mistake, but that didn't mean the threat didn't bother her. What was worse was that Luz still seemed completely calm. Amity didn't know what to expect. Would she be mad? Or just disappointed?

Silence fell between the pair.

"You talked with them today… didn't you?"

There was another moment of silence before Amity nodded. Luz continued to face away from her, but the witch knew that her girlfriend knew the answer before she had asked. After a few more agonizing seconds, Luz finally faced her. The smallest sliver of a smile crept it's way on her face, and the light in her eyes seemed to come back ever so slightly.

"Sooo… just how obnoxious is Bryce?" Luz asked, gently teasing. Her light voice instantly broke through the stiff air between them.

Amity let out a sigh of relief as she laughed a bit to herself.

"I have no idea how you put up with him at all. He's got to be one of the dullest people I have ever met. I told him multiple times I was your girlfriend and he still couldn't take the hint! He kept trying to ask me out." The witch growled lowly, unconsciously squeezing Luz tighter.

"Oh. Huh..." Luz hummed thoughtfully.

"Luz there was no way I was going to say yes. You know that right?"

Luz sat up and waved her hand as if dismissing Amity's thought.

"Yeah of course I know that." She assured the witch almost like an after thought, now looking curiously out the window. "It's just weird. Bryce isn't the type to ask girls out. He just hasn't ever been interested in dating before."

"Could've fooled me." Amity grumbled unhappily, Byrce's aggressive way of flirting still very much prevalent in her mind.

Luz turned back to her with another smile, this one supportive and warm.

"Oh Ami. He's still very much a trashbag." Luz said slowly, her distaste for Bryce very barely hidden. "You didn't have to go talk to them for me you know." She added after a pause, her voice growing quiet.

"Well. Let's see, they threatened you, called you a liar and then tried to go on with their life as if everything was ok. As if there wasn't any consequences." Amity listed as she stared at the ceiling and counted on her fingers. After thinking for awhile she stared hard at Luz. "Yeah. I wasn't about to let that happen."

Luz's smile grew a little more genuine as both girls looked at each other. She leaned back up against Amity as they settled back down into the bed. There wasn't anything more to say.

"So practicing huh? Did you use the football dummy?" Luz asked suddenly and excitedly.

Amity couldn't help but smile, it had been Luz's idea to use it (steal it) in the first place.

"It was a little weird to use, but honestly on the second try I sent it flying."

"Awesome." Luz breathed. "I demand you take me along next time."

Amity laughed. "You've been spending too much time with King." She teased gently as she sat up to lean against the bed frame. Luz promptly flopped across her lap and uncovered her book from earlier to flip open.

"Nonsense." The human girl dismissed as her eyes began to scan the pages again.

"What are you reading anyways?" Amity asked after a pause told her the conversation might be over.

"Shhhhhhh." Luz reached over and lazily flopped a hand against Amity's face in an attempt to gently shush her. "I'm almost done with this scene."

Raising an eyebrow, Amity patiently waited, unaware that she and Luz would soon spend the next 2 hours getting into the first book of a brand new series. After thoroughly researching to find out that yes, the rest of the series was available at the library, the two girls settled in for the night. As they were drifting off, Luz holding Amity tightly to her chest, the witch had almost completely forgotten about the trials they had both been through. The weight of their trauma seemed so far away, lost in the warmth of the blankets and her girlfriend's arms.

No matter what happened, if every day ended with Luz right beside her, Amity knew they could and they would survive anything that life threw at them.

Above her, Luz buried her face into her hair, breathing in deeply as sleep overtook her.

"…mity…" She mumbled sleepily.

Amity couldn't help but giggle a bit. Luz hated falling asleep, always clinging to her consciousness despite how exhausted she was. Always finding some excuse to stay up just a little longer.

"Yes?"

"… thanks."

Amity's ears twitched before a small smile appeared on her face. She snuggled into Luz further.

"Anytime." The witch reassured her as she heard her girlfriend sigh happily above her. The room grew quiet once again and Amity was almost fully asleep by the time Luz spoke next.

"I love you."

The heat rushed to Amity's cheeks, as it always did when she heard those 3 little words. Her heart skipped a bit as it beat faster in it's desperate attempt to return the affection.

"I love you too Luz."

***

Luz didn't return to normal right away, though the night clearly had an effect on her. However, it never took long for the unbreakable spirit of Luz Noceda to rear it's head again and soon enough, The Otter's hockey practice was once again filled with the sounds of rambunctious applause and cheering. The entire team seemed to be effected by the return of their number 1 fan as they all began to work harder, feeling the hope return. After all, they were 4-1 and were still riding high on their winning streak.

Amity and Lokte especially felt the effects of Luz's return to form, not only on a personal level, but also with the renewed gusto of their team.

Which is why, on the last practice before their big game, everything came to an almost halt as the door of the rink opened and a stranger appeared looking very lost.

It wasn't as if the majority of the team knew this new person, but they recognized the bad news this person brought as their star player completely froze. Amity recognized the figure immediately. She was already furiously skating off the ice as they started to approach Luz, Lokte quickly calling for a 5 minute break behind her. Up in the stands, Luz looked up, surprised to see a face beside her in the usually barren stands. She was even more surprised by just how familiar the face was.

Beside her, Sasha was clenching tightly to her arm, looking absolutely everywhere but at Luz herself. She looked like she was trying to form a sentence as the commotion on the ice finally caught up to them. Both girls turned to see Amity, desperately pulling off her skates in the players box, her face furious.

"Wait! Wait! I can explain!" Sasha called out as they watched Lokte skate up next to Amity who growled out a quick response. Now both players seemed set on heading up to the stands, completely uncaring about the former bullies cry.

Luz didn't know what to do. Her mind had frozen when she saw Sasha and not knowing what to think, she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes were locked on Lokte and Amity as they started climbing the stairs to where she was, feeling almost grateful that she would have some sort of backup in just a few moments.

It wasn't that she was scared, but her chest seemed to ache the same way it had the last couple of days and she was acutely aware that she seemed to shrink in Sasha's presence. Luz knew that she hadn't been herself in the days following her encounter with Sasha and Bryce before. It had taken a lot out of her, and although she always wanted to look for the best in people, she wasn't keen to repeat that experience.

Especially with how worried Amity had been.

"Ok. Well since it definitely seems like I'm about to be chased from this place," Sasha spoke up, interrupting Luz's fleeting thoughts and quickly turning to her with wide eyes. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Really. I'm not looking for any sort of forgiveness. I don't… I don't deserve that. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I just… I was hoping we could talk."

Luz merely blinked, her mind swirling. She was still very much aware of her girlfriend closing in on them, and Sasha's already flighty behavior. She knew she needed to make a move to stop something from happening but she couldn't think past the girl's words.

'I'm sorry'

"You… wanted to talk?" Luz finally choked out, finding some sort of sticking point to allow herself to speak again.

Sasha almost looked a little sheepish, her fearful eyes darting back and forth between the hockey players quickly coming up the stairs and the girl she had hurt.

"Yeah. For all the years I've known you… I realized I know absolutely nothing about you." The blonde haired girl laughed.

The laugh was so genuine that Luz couldn't help but laugh with her. After all, everything she said was true. They had known each other for a long time, but they were still practically complete strangers. It was Luz who had always wanted that to change, but Sasha had never made an attempt to fix anything between them before. Time was running out however as Sasha turned to leave, clearly afraid of the players coming up the steps.

She was quickly stopped by Luz's hand on her arm.

"Hey! I thought I told you not to go near her again!" Amity snarled, now being close enough to yell.

Luz could feel the shiver of fear that shot through Sasha as Amity bared her fangs. Again, she couldn't help but smile, after all, Amity was pretty terrifying when she wanted to be. Looking absolutely ready to bolt, Sasha turned to Luz with wide eyes, clearly praying that this wasn't some big trap. Luz only winked as a response.

Letting her arm go, Luz stood up and put herself between Amity and Sasha, holding her arms out to the side to fully block the girl behind her.

Amity froze as Lokte stopped on the steps below her, their arms crossing in frustration.

"Luz?" The witch asked tentatively. Her voice was full of concern and worry, all traces of anger almost completely fading as she stared at her girlfriend in confusion.

Luz took a deep breath.

"It's okay Ami. She just wants to talk."

Amity bristled in anger, but she did her best to remain calm. "Are you ok?"

Luz glanced behind her and took note of Sasha's wide, shocked eyes. Her face was blank as she turned back around to face her girlfriend.

"Give me a stick and I'll make sure she doesn't get too out of line." Luz smirked after a short pause.

A startled gasp from behind her had Lokte and Luz both laughing while Amity merely rolled her eyes. Taking a step forward she planted a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek.

"Let me know the moment she starts bothering you, ok?" Amity whispered. Luz caught her hand as she backed up again and held it tight as she flashed a confident smile.

"Of course." Luz grinned at her as she swung the witch's hand and let it go. "You just get back to practicing. No need to stop on my behalf."

"I could name several reasons." Lokte interjected, still looking rather distrustful of the girl tentatively peeking out from behind Luz.

Despite their reluctance, Amity nodded at Luz and dragged her friend back down to the rink. Luz watched them leave for just a bit before turning to Sasha with a grin.

"Alright. Crisis adverted." She laughed playfully. "Just be grateful she didn't jump at ya from the ceiling. I've seen it happen. It's not pretty."

Sasha laughed nervously. "So… does this mean we can talk?"

Luz laughed again as she fearlessly grabbed Sasha and forced her to sit next to her on the bleacher.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to hear you ask me that?"

…

Amity slid into the seat next to Luz as she watched her teammates wrap up on the ice. Sasha had left only a little while ago and the witch could see a noticeable slouch to her girlfriends shoulders. Despite that, Luz barely moved as Amity gently reached for her hand.

"How are you doing?" She asked quietly, weaving her fingers through Luz's own.

After a short pause, Luz squeezed her fingers back and looked up at her with watery brown eyes. Amity immediately tensed. She didn’t trust that look and if Sasha had hurt her again…

Well the girl hadn't left that long ago, if she hurried, there was still a definite chance that the witch could catch her. She was preparing to grab her stick and hurry out the door as Luz finally spoke.

"We aren't friends yet…" Luz stated slowly, the light in her eyes vibrantly bright as she spoke.

"But it's a start."

#toh #toh au #hockey au #the owl house #lumity #the owl house au #these girls are fluffy #finally finished this monster #i've got like 2 other short shots I'll post eventually #then it's on to probably Clothing Incident #Or Hockey Injury #ok I'll shut up now

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Begin Again [MinYoongi]

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader

Word count : 5.2K

Genre : Fluff and Angst

Description : Friends to lovers, Long Distance relationship, Lovers to (?)

Summary : when you thought the friendship you once had with him died away after one silly mistake, and you thought you would never have again what you lost;

But it blossoms back unexpectedly stronger and is slowly growing to be something more beautiful than you ever had

"I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn, and end;

But on a Wednesday in a cafe i watched it Begin Again"

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It was the start of a new year and you weren't particularly happy about being moved up a few classes into an entirely new class with relatively new students you haven't personally met yet. You were still grateful for your good results in the past year to have you land in such a good class. In all honesty though, you did miss your friends from your old class, all of them being scattered in the back classes however changed your mind about being thankful that you're at least in a better one. The first few days of getting used to the classes went by rather slowly as you were listening to the introductions of the other students and teachers half mindedly, till around your 4th day into the classes that is.

You were randomly seated in the Chemistry lab by the teacher as she familiarised herself with the rest of the class. Not paying much attention you were spacing out, resting your chin on your palm, tapping away at your cheek.

" Um, hey there"

The voice from the stool next to you spoke. You turned your head to the direction of the voice, being met with warm brown eyes looking right at you. He had soft black hair, eyes slightly puffy as if he hadn't slept well the night before, lips curled up in a slight smile as he looked at you.

"Oh, hello"

you answered, trying not to sound overly shocked at the first human interaction you've had in this new class.

"I'm yoongi, what's your name?"

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Yoongi"

"So what are your interests? What do you like to do y/n? Any hobbies?"

It definitely took you by surprise when this boy you've never really met before was suddenly making an interest to get to know you more. Something about him felt raw and not shy but in a good way.

"Well i really love listening to music and i do indulge in art as well. Spend most of my time listening to songs while drawing. Draw the mood of the song you know?"

"Damn, haha you sound kinda like me. Not tryna be cheesy or anything but i love listening to music too, I'm shit at drawing tho, i can barely draw a stickman"

Both of you exchanged a little chuckle at his open confession about himself. And even though it had only been a few minutes of words between the two of you, you felt at that moment that he wasn't like the other boys who popped up to talk to you first. This one genuinely seemed interested in you just to make a new friend.

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"Yo y/n you wanna ditch PE and hang out in the library? The new Resident Evil movie came out we can watch"

"You know what, yeah let's yeet"

You don't know how it went from spending lunch times together, to skipping the most boring subjects to hang out and hide. It'd been a few months since you started your new friendship with Yoongi, and by now you were known as the inseparable duo, funny enough both of you became the class representatives. Somehow you two got closer and closer each day, the more you talked the more you felt like you've known each other for years, yet some part of you knew that there was more to Yoongi than he was showing to you.

On a particularly slow day at your classes, you and Yoongi had pre planned to sneak out to hang out at your usual spot in the library. Sitting at the back of the library the both of you laughed at a joke Yoongi made about how almost the whole school shipped the both of you.

"You know y/n, I envy you"

"Oh well, I know I'm fabulous" you playfully said as you flipped your hair back, earning a little grunt and a harmless eye roll from Yoongi.

"It's not that you loonatic, i envy you...cause you have such a nice relationship with your family"

His sudden statement caught you slightly off guard but you gave him a look, clearly eager to know the reason behind his words. Flashing half a smile towards you he starts his story.

"Growing up for me was, well, it was an experience. I grew up under the care of foster parents who constantly reminded me that my parents gave me away cause i was a burden, all my life that's what i was told. Never had a father figure or mother figure to help shape my emotions? Guess that's why I don't show it if I'm sad or depressed, which is actually most of the time"

he looks down at his hands and chuckles softly.

"But you know something y/n? Being with you makes me feel like I could be myself, like I don't have to be afraid of being judged. And that's why I wanted you to know the truth but i understand if you don't wanna get involved or-"

You cut him off by placing your hand on his, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Yoongi, i want you to know that I'll always be here for you and you can talk to me about this anytime okay? You're my best friend now! And I'm hoping I'm yours too?" You ask in a more playful tone making yoongi giggle.

"Of course you are"

"Good! Cause i come in a package deal of crackhead and supportive as well as a no return contract"

"Sounds perfect to me bestie"

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Over 2 years had passed and the whole highschool down to the teachers were sure the two of you were in a relationship, as everyone saw the two of you being practically stuck together almost all the time. Yoongi and your friendship became stronger than ever since that day he decided to open up to you. It became a regular thing where you'd confide in each other for emotional comfort as well as motivation and support. Not missing the fact that your level of crackhead together had become an all time high.

Your finals and exams blasted through and you had spent all your study weeks with Yoongi in the library. As sketchy as it was you and your best friend actually did sincere studying. And as it would, your hard work together paid off earning the both of you high marks in your finals. The two of you didn't miss to make a trademark crackhead scene at the receiving of the scroll ceremony when you accidentally tripped on your shoelace and Yoongi cracked up laughing and clapping before helping you up. The two of you celebrate with drinks and a lot of food that night and Yoongi paid for everything to make it up to you for laughing when you fell.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before heading out to your highschool's hall. It was your graduation party but more importantly to you it was Yoongi's birthday. Coincidentally the two events had fallen on the same day, and what better opportunity than to get dressed up to party at your graduation ceremony together. It had been a heck of a ride these last two years, and you were going to make sure this last school event would be memorable.

Upon arriving you scan around the hall of students in search of the familiar face.

"Looking for me?"

He makes his presence behind you known by clearing his throat. You turn around to give your usual playful comment back but the words were caught in your throat as your gaze landed on your best friend. He was dressed smart, in a suit that looked like it was custom made to fit him, his hair in a side part and bangs neatly framing his face. You were so used to seeing him in his casual hoodies and ripped jeans that seeing him in formal wear made you choke on your words.

Too focused on getting your senses back in check, you don't notice how Yoongi's train of thought was stopped dead in its tracks as he watched you turn around to face him. He never pictured his crackhead of a best friend in something other than t-shirts and track pants. Seeing you in a dress that hugged your figure in all the right places and taking in the sight of you, with your makeup and hair all done to suit the dress you were wearing nearly made him pass out from how he was holding his breath to admire you.

Clearing the silence between the two of you, Yoongi speaks up first.

"Well well, you don't completely look like the satanic spawn of hot cheetos and depression today. You actually look pretty good"

Smirking a little smile you bite back at his comment.

"Well same to you too Mr. I'm a millennial emo teen. You actually look, presentable today"

The two of you exchanged a playful giggle and assumed your seats at your class tables as the ceremony went on.

You don't see the small glances Yoongi takes in your direction, the thoughts gushing through his mind about how you looked at the moment and cursing himself for not realising your features sooner. He admired the way you had chosen to dress up today, seeing the way you had styled your hair so your curls would frame your face, the way you had done your makeup in a more natural looking way that he thought suited you perfectly. Yoongi didn't remember when the unlabeled feelings for you came but the longer he looked at you the more he was starting to put a name to the feelings he had. So much so that he had completely spaced out in his thoughts of you like that he didn't realise you were speaking to him.

" -don't you think so Yoongi?"

"I'm sorry what did you say? The umm, the music is so loud"

"I saaaaiiddd it's beginning to get a little dull at this graduation ceremony, we need a little surprise, don't you think?"

"Surprise?? What kind of surprise?"

Flashing a smile his way you get up and walk towards the front of the hall where the ceremony host was finishing up their ending speech. Whispering into the host's ear, he gives you the microphone and you confidently stride to the front. But you accidentally go too close to the speaker and it lets out an unpleasant squee, making you move back and away a little. You look up and around finding your best friend's eyes looking back at you giggling at the scene that just occured.

"Well that's one way to get everyone's attention" you chuckle earning muffled chuckles and words from the hall.

"So firstly congrats to everyone on graduating y'all did it. But that's not why I'm up here right now. Today is a special day for someone, and since it's the last day we'll all be gathering I wanted to make this memorable for him. So everyone I would like to wish out here, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI"

you started to sing happy birthday and the rest of the hall joined in singing with you.

In all this happening, Yoongi could only focus on you, the way you just boldly got up to sing out loud and wish him Happy Birthday in the most "you" way possible. So he didn't know if it was the moment or if it was his unlabeled feelings overflowing for you, that he got up and walked towards you as the song was ending. He couldn't tell what came over him at that moment but he knew for sure he wasn't going to stop what he was about to do next. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, he leaned in, pressing his soft lips to yours. Kissing you with deep feelings overtaking his mind. The moment his lips touched yours he knew what those unlabeled feelings were, it was Love.

You couldn't process fast enough that your best friend was striding towards you with a goal, a desire. And you surely didn't expect for him to suddenly kiss you. Registering the feeling of his lips on yours, your eyes closed on their own as if on automatic response. You sank into the feeling of his lips, and it was then you felt the spark that ignited your own unlabeled feelings for Yoongi. You had definitely asked yourself countless times before if what you were feeling for Yoongi was more than just friendship. On the countless nights he had cried on your shoulder or when you cried on his, on the many occasions where you were both always partners in crime, you would always glance at Yoongi and wonder what more could there be to the feelings between you.

As the both of you slowly pulled away from each other a roaring sound of cheers erupted as it seemed to be that the two of you were the last ones to know you two were actually in love with each other. Taking your hand in his, Yoongi and you ran out of the hall that night knowing well where the two of you stood from that moment on.

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"No babe I think you should definitely take the opportunity to study there, I know it's far but it'll be really good for you, plus it's something you really like! It'll take some time for you to get used to the new place but i know you'll fit right in. In fact i know your wack ass would stand out"

You giggled at his comment but you wholeheartedly took his motivation and advice. But the question and thoughts still lingered in your mind as you heard Yoongi chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"But Yoongi, this means we'd be in a long distance relationship, with you going off to study in the opposite direction and all. Even our breaks don't match Yoongi.. what'll we do" the worrying tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi as he answered you in a calm reassuring tone.

"It'll take some work, but i know we can get through this okay? We'll make it, we can make it. I love you" you smiled at Yoongi's voice uttering the sweet words of love as you felt yourself calm your thoughts.

"I love you too Yoongi. Well then, keep me company while i pack?"

"You bet"

It had been a few months since you started dating, and honestly it didn't feel any different from when the two of you were in your phase of friendship, everything was going relatively smooth apart from the little fights and misunderstandings you had now that you were a couple. Sometimes you sit to think to yourself if moving into a relationship with Yoongi was the best choice, it would feel as though sometimes he would act differently and not like he always would but you just shake of the thoughts. You just figured with all these future college studies and intakes coming about that he was just as stressed as you were. You assured yourself that the two of you would be alright and that you'll always have each other.

A few more months pass and the two of you have already started your college lives. Yoongi being in a campus almost 8 hours away from you with minimal transport for him to even go home let alone plan to meet you. It was going smoothly, settling into orientation and getting to know the layouts of the campus well, meeting new friends and truly taking in your next step in education. You and Yoongi would exchange day to day text messages about how orientation and the first days of classes went.

All well and good till Yoongi's texts became slower and less frequent, he would always say that he's busy with his friends there, or straight up not giving a response at all. You became more and more fearful at how this long distance thing was going to work out for the two of you.

28th Tuesday

[12:27am] hey Yoongi! I hope you had a great day, I miss you and hope you sleep well, love you!

[08:40am] Hey Babe, good morning! I'm in class now, wishing we could skip like old times haha, hope you have a great day! Text me soon

[6:48pm] Hey i just got back to my dorm after classes, it was super fun! How was your day??

[8:11pm] Yoongi?? Are you okay? Are you busy babe?

[8:24pm] I miss youuuuuuuu :(

[10:16pm] Yoongi :(

You tossed your phone to the side of your bed as you felt your tears well up, why was he suddenly avoiding you? Is he okay?? Did he get hurt? Your thoughts were spiraling, getting messier till you heard the familiar ping from your phone. You scurried to your phone to see Yoongi's name pop up on the screen. Your smile quickly faded, replaced by disappointment at his reply.

[10:43pm] Hey, was busy with friends today, going to bed now ttyl <3

You frowned and wouldn't let him go this time. The days of short texts to unreplied texts and this is how he replies now? In a fit of fury you call him.

"Hello?-"

"Yoongi what's wrong? You haven't been replying to my texts as usual are you okay??"

"Mmh I'm fine, just busy with classes and my new friends y/n"

"Well I can't accept that answer Yoongi, I'm busy with classes and friend's here too but I take the time so why can't you?"

"Hey it's not that big of a deal y/n, we're in new environments now and it'll take me some time to settle in"

"Yoongi surely you have at least 5 minutes a day to text me??"

"Yeah of course I do, I just texted you didn't i?"

"That short ass reply was what you call a text Yoongi? It really sounds like you're avoiding me"

"You know what y/n I don't have time for this right now I'm tired"

"No Yoongi, I haven't talked to you properly in days come on don't you miss me Yoongi?"

"To be honest I've been enjoying the new company here that's I haven't missed you much"

"What do you mean Yoongi? You don't think of me?"

"Not all the time no, i have other things to think about here y/n i have new responsibilities here I can't be thinking about you all the damn time, just be happy I texted you back"

"Are you threatening to not text me anymore Yoongi? Is that what you're saying? You don't wanna talk to me anymore?"

"Oh god for fucks sake y/n stop being so clingy alright? Just grow up a little!"

The sound of his voice in heightened frustration made you choke on your words, you silenced yourself as his words rang loud in your head.

"You know what y/n I don't think this will work out, I'm going to get even busier and this will just be in the way of it all"

"Yoongi…"

"I'm sorry y/n but clearly this distance is proving that we won't work out"

"Are you... breaking up with me Yoongi?.."

The pain in your voice and the soft shaky exhale doesn't go unnoticed by Yoongi. Yoongi takes a deep breath, realising he spoke too fast in frustration. As much as he did feel for you this distance was tearing you apart and Yoongi didn't want to believe it but it was the truth. He spoke softer this time giving his side of his explanation.

"Y/n, you've been nothing but amazing to me, but I realize that we were more compatible as friends, I mean think about it, we've had so many petty fights that we never had before we dated. Our growing college life will further hinder our relationship. I don't want to hurt you like this by not giving you the love and attention you deserve. I'll always love you y/n, just not as more than friends I suppose"

You couldn't believe what was happening right now, your world felt like it was crashing down on you hard and fast, you could feel the sharp stinging in your chest from how your heart was breaking the more reality hit you. Yoongi's words had reason to them, but you were still in a state of confusion. Why could you make time for Yoongi but he couldn't for you? Maybe it's because the two of you are pursuing different fields of studies? Maybe he really had better things to do? Yoongi didn't want to hurt your feelings by making you feel abandoned so he was in fact abandoning you? No? But he said he'll still love you?? Your head was spinning a bunch of thoughts ran through your head.

"Okay Yoongi...if that's what would be the best for us..then okay"

"Don't worry okay? We'll still text as usual, talk when we can okay? I won't let you go, you're still my best friend y/n"

You didn't know if his words would be comforting enough, but at that moment you took what you had and calmed your thoughts for now.

"Okay Yoongi.."

"Good, I have an early schedule tomorrow. I'll talk to you later okay? I'm going to bed now. Goodnight y/n"

"Good night Yoongi"

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As it will, Yoongi and you slowly drifted apart. You would often see his social media updates about how he was actively participating in clubs, and how he had taken up new responsibilities, going to camps and hosting events at his institute and he definitely seemed to be doing well. You on the other hand fell more and more at war with your emotions, it didn't hinder your studies. Thankfully you could keep those two apart. But whenever it got a little too quiet you'd think of him, the days in highschool when you were inseparable. You missed his laugh, his endearing way of calling you the most heinous nicknames. You definitely missed his comforting arms, his words of encouragement when you were down, you wished nothing more that in this moment you were crying to him instead of because of him.

You couldn't believe that you were sitting here, broken and feeling alone by the guy that made his way into your life, and had now made his way out in the most painful way possible. You were left there clueless and confused. Did he do it for you? Was it the right thing? Did he really think of you? Why was this happening? What would have happened if you didn't date? Would things be different? Would your best friend have stayed? All these questions playing through your mind, countless nights you spent crying yourself to sleep. Thinking of how you felt almost betrayed, you cursed at yourself for sending texts to him that were only left on read or replied with a simple "I'm busy, text you later".

Slowly days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as you hadn't spoken much to Yoongi. You became stone hearted from all that had happened and slowly you got back into yourself. You were more and more active in your college life and you were growing to be better at controlling your emotions. Sure some little things remind you of him now and then, but it was much easier by now to brush his thoughts off. As sadly as your situation was you learned to move with it and not let it consume you. Every now and then you'd see Yoongi piston updates on his progressively active life and you'd feel happy for him, you wondered if he ever felt the same for you when he saw your updates on how well you were doing.

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It had been a total of 4 years since everything happened, you were on a roll and you had graduated college. You had a few job applications pending and you were more stable with your life by now. All the questions you once had were stored in a box collection dust in the far corner of your mind.

It was a relaxing Saturday evening, you were in your apartment lounging on your bed. As you were chatting away with your friends a familiar ping aroused from your phone. The name that popped up on the screen made your heart heavy and you breathing shallow, a true ghost from your past…

"Yoongi 🥀"

Your screen read. Taking a deep breath you opened the chat.

[9:57pm] Hey y/n it's been a long time… are you free tonight? Can I call you?

You didn't know what exactly to think right now. Every cell in your brain telling you not to. That you shouldn't give into him again, and that you should just talk to him over text no matter what it was. But your heart was screaming for him, the familiar feeling of longing for him returning in a massive tsunami, washing over your thoughts. You took a deep breath to centre your thoughts and decided you'd listen to him and talk to him again.

[9:59pm] Hey Yoongi, yeah I'm free to talk.

As soon as the message was read by him, your phone rang. You took one more deep breath and answered the call.

"Hello y/n, how are you?"

You cursed in your head at how much you missed his voice, the way he spoke to you at this moment had a hint of the same longing you had for him.

"Hey..Yoongi, I'm good. How are you?"

"I've been good too.. congratulations on graduating"

"Thanks Yoongi, congratulations on graduating too.."

"Thanks…"

The silence that fell had you both reflecting on everything that happened and how fast it all went by. The box of questions in your mind burst out once again whereas Yoongi on the other hand was feeling guilt and hate towards himself for everything that he put you through. Little did you know that these last few months Yoongi was hit with the hard realisation that he had lost not only his best friend but the person he cared about the most. His family certainly did not improve and the one person who was there for him when he needed it, he had left broken hearted and abruptly once he found a new escape. Yoongi was slowly flooded with memories of you as he neared his own college graduation. He remembered your highschool graduation and how he felt for you there in that moment of time. He spent a few nights crying at the realisation that he had thought of what's best for you but didn't think of how you felt and how he had left things between the two of you.

"Why Yoongi…."

Was all you managed to say out loud before your emotions caved in. Understanding what you were asking he answered.

"I was so caught up in the new environment of growing up and moving on that I did what I thought was the best to not hurt you...but I didn't think far enough that doing so will indeed hurt you.. and I wasn't there for you like i was supposed to. It took a hard hit to my head to realise that I was wrong y/n… you were always there for me and stupidly I made this mistake… I thought i was thinking of the best for both of us, when in fact i was thinking of myself.. I was selfish and I realised that…so many things reminded me of you y/n, the clouds, the sun, the sight of roses, the smell of hot cheetos.."

You giggled a little at his last comment earning a little muffled one from Yoongi.

"I understand if you hate me for what I did to you y/n… and I don't know if it'll ever be the same between us again.. but I'm willing to try to bring back what we had... if you're willing to give me a chance…"

You exhaled softly before letting out everything that you've been feeling.

"I don't hate you Yoongi, I never could and I never will. You're everything to me Yoongi and I was just really hurt by what you did and how you ended things. So many thoughts went through my head and I won't even talk about how much you made me cry….you dipshit" the playful cursing nickname made Yoongi chuckle a little, slowly making him feel reassured at the directions of the conversation.

"I'm willing to give us a chance Yoongi..and you're right, I don't expect it to be the same as what we had, I just hate that I lost my best friend.."

"I know..i understand that..and I'm sorry..for everything"

"It's okay Yoongi, I'm sorry too… maybe I should've been more understanding…"

"Hey… do you.. wanna hang out Tomorrow night?"

"You wanna hang out?"

"Yeah, i wanna see you and catch up with you"

"Sure Yoongi that'd be nice"

"Great!! I'll meet you at the café by our old highschool?"

"Sure Yoongi, sounds great"

"Right then, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow Yoongi"

You could hear the smiles in each other's voices as you both bid goodnight and hung up the phone. You didn't know what it was exactly but you knew just from that phone call that everything was going to be alright. You felt like you breathed much easier now, your mind much lighter. Yoongi felt the same, he was smiling more now filled with the excitement of meeting you again tomorrow after years.

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You made sure to check yourself out in the mirror a few more times before heading towards the café. You had chosen to wear a simple yet stylish outfit, your hair tied back in a low loose ponytail, your short hairs framing your face. You were nervous yet excited to be reunited with your best friend again. And as you approach the café, there he was. Standing outside the door of the café waiting for you. The now slightly more mature looking, dark fluffy haired man, wearing a long black coat was looking just as nervous and excited as he was looking down at his feet.

"I didn't know you needed glasses to see now"

your voice made him turn his head fast in your direction. The moment his gaze landed on you, it felt like highschool all over again. The way you looked standing there, just centimetres away from him. He took in your slightly matured face yet he told himself that you hadn't changed one bit.

"It's official, you're old Yoongi"

He chuckled and playfully scoffed at your comment.

"Well at least i don't dress like the satanic spawn of depression and hot cheetos"

"Sure thing Mr. I'm still a millennial emo teen"

The two of you laughed, and the world seemed to slow down. The feeling that nothing ever really changed between the two of you was knowing, however this time something felt entirely different. Both of you could feel it for sure. It was the feeling of a bond stronger than both friendship and love. You didn't know what the feeling was exactly, all that you knew was that you're never losing each other again. All this while you've been sitting there watching the feelings you had burn and crash in the worst way possible, but today right here at this café, right in front of your eyes you watched everything Begin Again.

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