i was just thinking how the ninjago fandom had such a lack of lloyd and misako fluff and i personally love misako and think the way the writers handled her was trash so that brings me to my request
lloyd talking to his mama abt his crush on reader :)
SAtop THATS SO CUET
Word count: 1,137
In the way he watches
Lloyd stood in the control room of the Bounty with his hands resting lightly against the railing, his attention fixed entirely on the deck below. From where he stood, he had a clear view of everything happening, but there was only one person he truly saw.
You.
A soft, almost absent smile had settled onto his face without him even realizing it, the kind that came from being so completely wrapped up in a moment that the rest of the world faded into the background. You were talking to Pixal, your hands moving wildly as you explained something he couldnāt quite hear, your expressions shifting quickly between mock seriousness and bright amusement. Every now and then, a laugh escaped you, and each time it did, Lloyd felt something warm and familiar tighten gently in his chest.
He had been standing there longer than he meant to, completely lost in the quiet pull of watching you exist so effortlessly, so comfortably, like you belonged exactly where you were.
So much so that he didnāt hear the door slide open behind him.
Misako stepped into the control room, originally in search of Wu, but she paused the moment her eyes landed on her son. At first, she was simply curiousāLloyd wasnāt usually this stillābut then she noticed the expression on his face, the softness in his posture, the unmistakable look of someone who had forgotten the rest of the world.
Her gaze followed his, and then she understood.
A small, knowing smile formed on her lips as she stepped closer, her movements quiet enough not to disturb him, though she doubted he would have noticed either way. She joined him at the railing, her eyes settling on you just as the scene below began to shift.
Jay had appeared behind you, moving with exaggerated stealth as he held a water balloon carefully in both hands. Kai stood several feet away, already struggling to contain his laughter as he gestured subtly for Pixal to move. Pixal, ever perceptive, caught on quickly and stepped aside with a faint, amused smirk.
Lloyd noticed immediately, his gaze flickering between you and the unfolding prank.
For a brief moment, he considered warning you. The thought crossed his mind, lingered just long enough to almost become actionābut then you said something, your expression lighting up again, and Jay edged closer.
The timing was too perfect.
Lloyd let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he chose to stay silent.
A second later, the balloon burst against your back, water flying everywhere.
You jumped at the sudden cold, letting out a startled yelp that echoed across the deck, and Lloyd couldnāt hold back his laughter this time. It came easily, bright and genuine, as he watched you spin around in shock before immediately locking onto Jay, who was already halfway through his attempt to escape.
The chase that followed was just as chaotic as expected, with you darting after him while Kai doubled over laughing and Pixal observed with clear amusement.
āSheās something, isnāt she?ā
The voice beside him shattered the moment.
Lloyd startled, his entire body tensing as he turned sharply, having completely forgotten he wasnāt alone. For a brief second, he just stared at his mother, caught off guard, before the sounds of your laughter drifted up from below again, filling the silence he didnāt know how to respond to.
āUhāyeah,ā he said quickly, clearing his throat as he tried to recover. āSheās cool.ā
Misako raised an eyebrow, her expression openly unconvinced as she leaned slightly against the railing. āJust cool?ā
The heat that rushed to Lloydās face was immediate and impossible to hide. He straightened instinctively, suddenly very aware of himself, of her, of everything.
āWell, I meanāsheāsāā he started, only to falter under her gaze.
āI birthed you,ā Misako interrupted calmly, though the hint of amusement in her voice made it clear she was enjoying this far too much. āYou cannot lie to me, Lloyd. Itās obvious you like her.ā
Lloydās embarrassment deepened, his gaze darting away before inevitably returning to you, as if drawn back without his permission. Down below, you had finally caught Jay, tackling him to the ground as he shouted protests, your laughter carrying easily through the open space as you wacked him repeatedly.
āSheās aā¦sweet girl,ā Misako added, watching the scene with quiet fondness.
Lloydās expression softened again as he looked at you, the tension in his shoulders easing as something more honest settled in its place.
āSheāsā¦ā He hesitated, not because he didnāt know what to say, but because saying it out loud somehow made it more real. āSheās perfect.ā
The words slipped out before he could second-guess them.
The moment they did, his heart began to pound, and he quickly looked down, rubbing the back of his neck as if that might somehow undo it. āI meanānot that Iālike, obviously I donāt meanāā
Misako placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, stopping the spiral before it could begin.
āYou need to tell her.ā
Lloydās head snapped up immediately, his eyes widening in alarm. āI canātāshe doesnāt even like me.ā
Misako didnāt look convinced in the slightest.
āUh huh,ā she replied flatly. āSure she doesnāt.ā
Lloyd frowned, the doubt creeping in despite himself. āShe doesnātā¦ā
Misako turned her attention back toward you, her expression shifting into something patient, almost amused.
āRight,ā she said. āThatās why she smiles at you every day, goes out of her way to stand next to you, checks on you after every mission, and does everything she can to make sure youāre safe and happy.ā
Lloyd blinked, caught off guard as each example settled into place in his mind.
āAnd,ā Misako continued, as though it were the most casual detail in the world, āshe asked me what your favorite cake is so she could bake it for your birthdayāā
The words hit all at once.
āWaitāwhat?ā
Misako sighed softly, though her smile remained. āYou two are obvious. Adorable, but obvious.ā
Lloydās thoughts raced, replaying moments he had dismissed, gestures he had overanalyzed into nothing, expressions he had convinced himself didnāt mean what he hoped they did. Now, all at once, they seemed to shift into something entirely different.
Something real.
A small, hopeful smile began to form, tentative at first, then steadier as the idea took root.
āDo you really thinkāā
āI know,ā Misako said gently, cutting him off before he could finish.
She gave his shoulder a small, reassuring squeeze before turning toward the door, clearly satisfied with what sheād set in motion.
āI canāt wait,ā she added as she walked away, her tone light, almost teasing. āYou two will give me beautiful grandchildren.ā
The words took a second to fully register.
When they did, Lloydās expression changed instantly, all warmth and confidence vanishing as horror replaced it.
Warnings: Swearing if that bothers you, Soft!Draco, so much fluff! Also I wrote this in the perspective of a Ravenclaw, but it shouldn't matter, any house will do :)
Summary: You and Draco are classmates, and somewhat academic rivals. You and your class had recently had a potions test, and are anticipating results so you can see if you beat Draco. You seem to have beat Draco, or did you?
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You walked into potions class. Your class had just had a test in making Veritaserum and had to answer questions on it and make the potion. You were anticipating the results dearly.
You had this running competition with the one and only Draco Malfoy. This waging war had started about a semester ago where you were seated next to him in a seating plan, the two of you have been striving to beat each other in every test since. You couldn't lie you enjoyed it.
In the beginning, Draco would always find a way to get just 1% higher than you, but now you were doing a lot better. You had beaten him in the last 3 tests so far, in divination, astronomy, and charms. You were proud of yourself.
Draco was proud of you too, though he would never admit that to you. He loved seeing that smile on your face when you found out that you beat him. Your smile secretly lit up his whole world. You might not have noticed, but the Slytherin Prince was developing a small crush on you, I mean who couldn't? You were smart and charismatic.
You took a seat next to Draco, which you two always did whenever you had expecting results.
"I'm going to beat you Malfoy" You had a cunning grin on your face. You were very confident in your results, you thought that you aced the test, after all, potions was one of your stronger classes.Ā
"We'll see about that L/n" He smirked at you, and you hid the blush that was creeping towards your face. Draco knew he had aced this test, he was the best in potions class by far, but he wouldn't deliberately tell you that because he knew how competitive you were. Plus you were cute when you were determined.
"Class, I will be handing out the tests back at THE END of the class, so that you lot aren't distracted during the rest of the class. Please work on your questions on Amortentia that I gave you last week in the time being"Ā
Groans could be heard throughout the classroom as Snape gave the news. Damn it, you wanted to see your score now! So you could rub it into Draco's face of course.
You grabbed out your books and started working on the questions with a big sigh.Ā
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The bell rung signaling the end of class.
"I will hand you your tests back, please leave the classroom in a line so I may give results out one at a time" Snape's monotone voice echoed through the classroom as the class silently got into line. You managed to get into the 4th spot and as you looked back you saw Draco far behind.
You waited for a bit before you got your scores back from Professor Snape.
"Miss L/n" and he handed the test to you. You excitedly looked at the sheet of paper, ready to celebrate. You smiled brightly as you saw the red ink marked on the paper reading 98%. Your smile went from ear to ear as you squinted your eyes, genuinely happy with yourself.
You almost forgot about seeing what Draco got before you felt a towering presence behind you.
"What'd you get y/n?" He asked. He already assumed you did well because when you turned around to look at him, you had a big smile plastered on your face.Ā The smile that made his heart melt.
"I-" You stopped, suddenly nervous, what if he got a higher score than you? You quickly wiped the smile off your face to stop yourself from looking like an idiot. "I got 98%. You?"
Draco saw that your smile went away, it made his heart ache just a little bit.Ā
"Oh. I got 97%" He said in a small voice.Ā
"YES!" You exclaimed a smile finding its way back to your face. You playfully nudged his shoulder. "I told you I would beat you in this test!" You grinned waving your test in the air. Draco chuckled at your expression, you were silly and he loved it.
"I guess you beat me this time Y/n" he admitted with a smile on his face too.Ā Gosh your smile was contagious, it made fucking butterflies erupt in his stomach.
"It's okay Draco, you can always try harder next time" You tilted your head a bit and inspected his facial features with a small smile on your face.Ā Why did he not look disappointed?Ā You shrugged it off. "I'm going to go back to my dorm now Draco, I'll catch you later"
"Yep, see you y/n" He said. He watched you skip around the corner, smiling at your silliness.
Once Draco saw you were out of sight, he looked back down at his test sheet. He scanned the test to look for the bright red marking. A red 100% stood out on the white paper, and he smiled to himself, he never had a doubt.
It was all worth it.Ā He told himself.
It was all worth it to see you smile.
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a/n: this was so cute and fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it, please feel free to leave any requests for me! :)
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Synopsis: Batman has Catwoman, and Nightwing has Kitty.
TW: n/a
A/N: oh Jesus Christ I pulled this out my ass lol so hereās my 2nd fic on tumblr ig???
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Once becoming Nightwing, Dick Grayson expected the code name āRobinā to never come up again. It started with him and it would end with him, but when Jason, Tim and Damian all came into the picture, he realized that he had created a legacy.
It probably wasnāt the best legacy to have created, especially since he was the first Robin but also the oldest, which left the others to have a lot to live up to. But in some strange wayā¦it connected all of them.
Though all the siblings had their own lives, their roots were connected to being a Robin at some point. But for Dick Grayson, there was one thing that separated him from his siblings.
One person.
One girl.
Bruce had lead by example, cats and bats donāt get along and a relationship would be strenuous and complicated.
But Dick wasnāt a bat anymoreā¦well, technically at his core he was. But now he was a bird, meaning that cats and birds could get along, right?
He had moved away from Gotham City and to BlĆ¼dhaven to investigate some murders, only to stay when he realized how bad off BlĆ¼dhaven was in comparison. At the time, he assumed the cat wouldnāt follow, but she did.
āBirdy~,ā a sweet voice called from behind.
āYou know I hate that name,ā Dick replied as he sat on the edge of a BlĆ¼dhaven building that was tall enough to overlook the city.
He didnāt have to turn around to know who was behind him. He was long past the days of her sneaking up on him and scaring the daylights out of him.
He was way past his Robin days.
Her boots clicked against the rooftop as she approached him, her steps barely heard. āWell, you shouldnāt have stuck with being a bird then.ā She sassed as she sat down beside the BlĆ¼dhaven vigilante, her legs dangling over the ledge like his were.
āWhat would you rather I be?ā He asked with a small head tilt as he looked at her face that was illuminated by the bright moonlight above.
āNot sure.ā She trails off, āI canāt really imagine you as anything but a bird.ā
His blue eyes were hidden behind his domino mask, but he was sure she could feel his gaze on her. āAnd whyās that?ā He asked as he reached a gloved hand out and traced the scar on her arm that ran from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist.
He had always had a habit of tracing that scar. A scar that he had given her back as Robin, and something he still felt guilty for.
He hadnāt had meant to hurt her that badly, but who knew baterangs were so sharp?
āBirds are catās natural prey.ā
āStill trying to catch me, huh?ā
āIāve already caught you,ā Kitty replied with a smirk.
He moved his hand away from her arm but continued to look at her, this time with a small and amused smile. āAnd what do you plan to do with me?ā
She shrugged, ānot sureā¦but Iāll keep you updated.ā
āYou could always let me go. You know, fly away?ā Dick suggested as a small snort of laughter escaped the girl beside him. She tried to hide it and keep a straight face, to keep up her seductive persona, but she ultimately failed.
āYou think I would?ā
āWhy not?ā
āWhat if someone else finds my bird and captures him?ā
Her words made Dick feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside, as if he was a teenage boy again.
He had been here too many times with Kitty.
And this feeling wasnāt anything new.
āShouldāve put a collar on me then,ā Dick joked as he shifted closer to her.
āYou canāt put a collar on a bird.ā
āNo, but you can put a collar on a cat.ā Dick quipped, his eyes flickering to her lips for a moment.
Kittyās eyes widened at his words and looked away to hide the ever growing flush on her cheeks.
Oh. He had struck a nerve.
A gloved hand found the girls chin and gently guided her to look at him again, in his direction. Their faces were close.
Too close.
āDonāt get all shy now, Kitty.ā
She was warm.
When had the two of them gotten so close?
He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
They were so close that they could feel the others breath.
Just kiss her already. Dickās mind encouraged, you and her have been dancing around each other like this for years now. You can flirt with her all day with no problem, but you canāt even kiss her?
The world around them ceased to exist as they stared at each other.
He had been pining after her for years now, and it all started at that museum whether they knew it or not.
It started with an apology.
And then she seemed to find him wherever he went.
And now, the lines between ājust friendsā and romance was becoming blurred.
āScrew it,ā Dick said aloud though it was to himself. He moved the hand that was her chin to her cheek and he placed his other hand on her other cheek. With both hands cupping her face, he kissed her.
And he had been waiting to do it for years.
And now, it was finally happening.
Over the years the two had gotten close, but now, they were closer than they ever expectedāboth mentally and physically.
Kittyās hands found Dickās shoulders as she held his shoulders in an attempt to steady herself in the deepening kiss.
Ever since he was a teenager and found himself falling for the cat, he had dreamed of herāof this moment.
She was a thief.
A pretty thief who had stolen his heart all those years ago whether she knew it or not.
He needed air.
He was the first to break away from the kiss and they stared at each other in silence.
She was breathtaking with her flushed cheeks and the small pants she let out as she tried to regain air.
He cupped her cheeks as he came down from his high.
God, he wanted to kiss her againā¦and againā¦and againā¦and again until he forgot how to breathe or how to form a coherent thought or sentence.
He wanted her like air.
Kitty was the first to break the silence as she removed her hands from Dickās shoulders and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a small and light push to create some distance.
āSo, uhā¦that happened.ā
Dick removed his own hands from her face, āmaster of words.ā He said he poked her side playfully, causing Kitty to let out a small squeak of surprise.
āH-Heyā!ā
āOh so you can handle all the flirting but you draw the line at poking?ā Dick mused with a smirk.
Kitty used all her strength to push Dick harshly which caused him to tumble back onto the rooftop, but he caught himself on his elbows. He grinned, āstrike another nerve?ā
āI hate you.ā
āNo you donāt,ā Dick said as he sat up and tried to cup her cheeks again.
Just one moreā.
Kitty shoved his hands away, āyou practically assaulted me.ā
āHow?ā
āYou kissed me without my consent,ā Kitty answered as she flicked Dickās forehead. āThatās assault.ā
He rubbed the spot she flicked once she pulled away from him. āWas it that bad?ā
She crossed her arms with a huff, āof course it was.ā
Dick playfully scoffed and dropped his hand, āyeah cuz you totally didnāt kiss me back.ā
āArenāt you supposed to be on patrol or something?ā
āAnd arenāt you supposed to be stealing something?ā
āNot tonight.ā
āOh yeah? Why not?ā
āCuz,ā she trailed off with flushed cheeks and a meek voice. āI think Iāve been stolen.ā
Dickās breath caught in his throat at her words but he quickly composed himself, āIām a thief now?ā
āRole reversal I guess.ā
Did she even realize how charming she was?
āAnd if I donāt return it?ā
āI would typically claw your eyes out.ā She then softly smiled, ābut I donāt know anymore.ā
Dickās gaze softened beneath his domino mask at her admission. His heart sped a little and in that moment the only word he could muster out was her nameāher real name.
She was speechless at how he said her name, her real name. It wasnāt often she called anything but her code name Kitty, but with how he said it like a prayer?
It caused her to shiver.
āYes?ā
He shifted his body to fully face her as he took in her appearance. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight, her hair flowed gently in the cool midnight breezeā¦
She was breathtaking, and he was in love with her.
He loves her.
It was something he had known for years now. But it suddenly hit him how much and how deeply his love ran for herā¦
Bruce taught him and lead by example.
Donāt get involved with cats, and keep relationships at arms length or better yet, donāt have one.
But how could he keep an arms length relationship or not have one at all when he was a lover boy?
Stolen glances, brief touches, compliments, playful banter that could easily be mistaken for flirtingāhe was in love.
Richard āDickā Grayson, the formal Robin and now Nightwing was foolishly, idiotically and hopelessly in love.
āCan we..?ā Dick trailed off, āwhat if we stopped playing this game?ā
āMeaning..?ā
He stopped for a moment.
Was this really happening?
Was he about to confess his love to her?
Was he really going to confess how weak he was for Y/N?
Yes.
He was tired of this same song and dance they had preformed for years, even if the two of them hadnāt fully understood it themselves.
All it took was a kiss, and he suddenly realized how much he loved her.
He understood how much he wanted to touch her and kiss her until he ran out of breath.
āWhat if we stopped this wholeā¦cat and bird thing?ā
āWhich would make us..?ā
His gloved hands gently grabbed hers, and for once, he dropped the playfully persona and focused on how her hands seemed to fit perfectly in his own.
He focused on her.
He focused on the now.
āI want this to be more than a silly gameā¦I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.ā
There he said it.
He brought her hands up to her mouth and gently kissed them.
āI want to be able to kiss you without holding back. I want to be able to hold you and call you mine. I want to take you on dates andā.ā
āMe?ā
āYou.ā He took a breath in to calm his nerves. āI love you, Y/N and Iāve loved you for years now.ā
And then, she kissed him.
He had expected plenty of responses from her, but a kiss was far from his mind.
He expected her to laugh and turn him down.
He expected her to yell at him.
He expected herā¦not to kiss him.
It was short kiss but one that held so much passion.
She pulled away, ābut if you want me so badā¦ā she stood up. āYouāll have to catch me first.ā
And then, she took off into the BlĆ¼dhaven night, her figure being seen running and jumping away from him.
From Gotham City to BlĆ¼dhaven.
From Robin to Nightwing.
Richard āDickā Grayson was hopelessly in loveā¦
So ito na nga... Hi guys, kakatapos ko lang basahin ulit 'yung SDTG on Wattpad yesterday, and I feel empty until now.
ā ļø Warnings: TagLish (combination of Tagalog and English)
Gusto ko lang sabihin na nabitin talaga ako sa ending nilang dalawa (Athenji). BAKIT BA KASI BINIGYAN NIYO NG SAKIT SA PUSO SI ATHENA?! Syempre, para sa plot... Hehe. ^_^ PERO KAHIT NA! ANG SAKIT PA RIN NILA SA PAKIRAMDAM š
Lalo't lalo na kay Lukas, NAPAKA-GREEN NIYA PWEDE NA SIYA MAGING FOREST! He was there for everyone (mostly Athena), but who was there for him?? At tsaka, biruin niyo ba naman, 18/17 years ago na 'yung book na 'to tapos 11 years ago ang film... Time flies, I gues.. TT
Also, sana naman matuloy ang reincarnation kinemerut sila Kenji at Athena. Gusto ko sana makita ang progress nila Kenneth at Kelay habang ginagawa ang what's meant for Athenji... Also, bgayon ko lang din nadamdaman na mas masakit 'yung libro kaysa sa adaption kahit pang-ilang read ko na 'to. AT SA SOOOBRANG NAKAKAIBA PA ANG ADAPTION, NALITO AKO NG ONTI! Sa totoo lang, medyo ako nasanay sa storyline ng film, kaya nakalimutan ko na ang actual plot ng book.
Anyways, ang malala pa rito is dumagdag pa sa sakiy ang KathNiel, simula ng break-up nila last November 30, 2023āhindi talaga ako maka-move on hanggang ngayon kahit hindi ko naman relasyon 'yon. Baka ako naman ang mahimatay dito sa emotions ko ha!! (joke lang po)
PLUS, IPAPAALALA LANG NA PINAGPUYATAN KO 'TO!! Ilang gabi na hindi ako nakatulog ng maayos sa kakabasa. Imbis na matulog ng maaga, ang nagawa ko ay MATULOG SA UMAGA! Pinilitan ko sarili kong tapusin 'yung kuwento dahil ayoko ng unfinished stories eh. Nakaka-bother kasi sa feelings, yaknow? O_O Nahahawa na ata ako sa typings nila... MY DAYS!!
Okay, this is the end na. Thank you for reading my rant... It's too long.
It was great that your boyfriend and your brothers got a long. Wally and Dick were best friends long before you even met him. Jason liked the speedster too - you were sure it was because he reminded him of Roy a little bit. Even Tim liked Wally - mostly because Bart was one of his best friends.
Least to say, they were all happy that it was Wally that you were dating, not some asshole. You were glad that you didnāt have to go through that awkward stage of your brothers intimidatingly asking your boyfriend what he wanted with you. Wally already knew them all, they knew exactly what kind of person he was.
The battlefield was quiet. For the first time in years, the universe was at peace.
Thanos was dead.
His army lay scattered in the ruins, dust settling where chaos once raged. The sky, once marred by fire and destruction, now stretched open and vast, as if the universe itself had let out a breath.
You stood amidst the wreckage, your hands trembling at your sides. Blood and dirt coated your skin, but none of it matteredānot when victory had finally been won, not when you could finally look at Steve and think, We did it.
But there was something different about him.
Steve wasnāt celebrating. He wasnāt even looking at the horizon like he always did after a fight, searching for the next battle. Instead, his eyes were distant, fixed on something none of you could see.
A past he longed for.
And in that moment, you knew.
Even before he pulled you aside, even before he parted his lips to speak, you knew.
āIām going back,ā he said, voice steady, as if he had already made peace with his decision.
You blinked. āBack?ā
āTo the past.ā
The words hit you harder than any punch Thanos couldāve thrown.
Your breath caught in your throat. āSteve, what are you saying?ā
He exhaled slowly, looking down at the shield in his grasp. āBruce is setting up the time travel again. This is my chanceāmy only chance.ā
You didnāt need to ask what he meant. You knew. You had always known.
Peggy.
His true love. His soulmate.
The woman who had been waiting for him in a time long before you ever came into his life.
āI fought this war,ā Steve continued, his eyes heavy with something you couldnāt bear to name. āI gave everything. But I never got to live.ā His gaze met yours then, searching. āI think I deserve to, donāt you?ā
You felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside.
What about me?
But you didnāt say it. You didnāt let the words leave your lips.
Because it wasnāt fair.
Because it was selfish.
Because you loved him.
And because loving him meant letting him go.
So you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a small, trembling smile. āYeah, Steve,ā you whispered. āYou do.ā
His shoulders relaxed. Relief flickered in his eyes. He had been expecting you to fight him on this, but you couldnāt. You wouldnāt.
You would not be the reason he stayed.
No matter how much it broke you.
āIāll miss you,ā you admitted, your voice betraying the ache you were trying to suppress.
Steveās expression softened. He reached forward, his gloved hand cradling your face for the briefest moment, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a way that made your heart ache.
āIāll miss you too,ā he said. And then, quietly, āYouāre one of the best people Iāve ever known, Y/N.ā
But not the one you love.
You nodded stiffly, forcing yourself to breathe. āDonāt be late for your dance.ā
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a faraway look in his eyes. āI wonāt.ā
Then, just like that, he was gone.
You stood there as he walked toward the platform, as he took the shield with him, as he disappeared into the pastāinto a life that was never yours to have.
And when he didnāt return, when Sam looked at you with pity in his eyes, when you realized that Steve Rogers had finally found his home in another time, in another womanās armsā
LOVE han jisung x reader w. maybe a little cringy but what is good love without cringe, this is gonna be a wilddd trip, jisungs mother isn't it... , lovesick!jisung gen. angst, fluff , starcrossed lovers sum. your world suddenly comes crumbling down when your lover feels as though you don't want him as much as he wants you so you choose to prove him that it isn't true. count. 2.8k
"they're a disgrace, jisung. do you want to love a disgrace?" the words replayed in your head as you sat rushed out of the home, jisung following quickly.
You both knew of each others feelings for one another, you both knew of the circumstances you both stood in but that wouldn't stop him, neither should it stop you, could it?
" y/n wait , i know what she said back there is bad but-" he attempted to find an excuse for his mothers words yet his mouth ran dry at the thought of any.
you sigh, discouraged and tired as rain poured onto you in heavy bunches, an uncomfortable feeling at best. "jisung-"
"oh how i hate when you call me that." he yells over the loud patters, not bothering for safety as he runs faster, grabbing onto you.
"ji, i'm sorry but i think we should just stop trying... i mean, no one wants us together and no matter what we try it never works." you turn to look at him, the rain covering up whats meant to be tears
"we just have to try harder, love. and if not, i don't think their opinions matter at all." he says, worry in his eyes as he calculates the possible outcome of this
"no ji, you don't understand. you're not the one being berated everywhere because of your social classing" you pull your arm from his grasp, looking at him with a cold stare.
he had never seen you in such a light towards him, perhaps he deserved it but who would he be if not a fighter for something he truly held valuable.
"okay, you're right i'm sorry-" he said huffing out a breath.
"no you're not sorry, you're selfish." you stare at him, expression blank as tears continued to fall with each passing blink.
his expression changed from one of worry to one of desperation.
"I'm... selfish?" he asked, his eyes saddening as he frowned.
"yes! you force me into this stupid relationship when all i get is reprimanded so yes, you're selfish."
you truly didn't mean it. jisung was persistant, he'd fight for something no matter what but you were tired, endlessly being dehumanized at the hands of anyone with any superiority.
"I thought you wanted- I thought you liked me..." he breathed heavily, his mind racing with many thoughts as he tried to mask the hurt. It was scary, how well he'd done it though, his eyes now showing a cold glare.
"Fine. I don't even know why I bothered, got my clothes all soaked for nothing." He said, his stare intense on you before he walked back into his home almost robotically.
your heart hurt as you watched him walk back into his home but you knew maybe it was all for the better.
The campus cafeteria buzzed with loud chatter as everyone prepared for lunch. Jisung sat at a table across the cafeteria from you but yet his eyes never seemed to stop looking at you. You were reading a book, paying little to no attention to your food.
Felix stared at Jisung with concern before following his gaze. "you alright? why don't you just go over there and sit with them?" He said, waking Jisung from his trance.
"We're.. not together anymore," he said quietly before felix looked at him with a look of sympathy.
"Oh... I'm sorry," he replied as the table for the two had gotten quiet, of course before seungmin ruined the silence.
"Why are you watching them like a hawk then?" Seungmin asked, sliding his tray of food next to Felix's, giving a blank stare despite his ruthless remark, earning a glare from felix.
"Don't they look a little bad? I mean- not bad just... like they've been through a breakup and are upset?" Jisung was down bad, feeding off delusions in his head to prove to him that what you said wasn't true.
"No, they look the-" Seungmin starts, only to be stopped by Felix.
"I'm sure they're just as hurt as you are hyung" Felix suggests causing Jisung to nod.
Truth be told, you were. You'd taken a lot of effort to even get out of bed today and get ready, not to mention the self torment and strain you had to endure even trying not to look his way, it was torture.
Hyunjin appears at the boys table, his eyes squinted as he looked at the faces around him. "What's going on?"
"He's going through a breakup." Seungmin says, pointing at Jisung before going back to chewing on his food.
"A breakup? I think I have a good idea for you to get over it" Hyunjin suggest, cleaning closer to Jisung who only pushes him away.
"I don't wanna get over it. I want them" He pouts, covering his face in mental torment.
" this isn't right for your mental, maybe you should try to move on..." Felix says, bringing a hand to pat the man on his head.
"Right. That's why I suggest you go out with Yunhee" Hyunjin says with a smile on his face as Jisung glares at him.
"What?"
"Cmon, she's has a crush on you. She has had for a long time. Its way better than unrequited love."
"Hyun, that would be unrequited love" Felix says to which Hyunjin shakes off.
"He can fall in love with her, you can't fall inlove again, everyone knows that." Hyunjin says as Jisung sighs deeply.
"If i do it, will you shut up?" he asked, his eyes bored as Hyunjin nods with a smile.
You felt maybe you were doing right and that as time moved on you'd only get better. Yet, the thing is that the heart wants what it wants and the feeling of being happy will only be there for but so long before you're longing that true happiness once more.
That's exactly how you felt as you watched Jisung walk down the hall with Yunhee, the same girl who's always had a 'crush' on Jisung.
Yunhee was a bit of a childish person, spoiled, bratty, but luckily for her, rich.
she was also your mortal enemy who took it upon herself, even now at her big age to want whatever you wanted, even the things she knew you couldn't have, for example, Jisung.
You knew she didn't like him, she and her friends would joke about it everyday, stealing him from you just to see you with nothing.
She was using him, using your jisung.
"Hey ynnie!" You heard a bright cheery voice behind you belonging to no other than Felix.
You turned around to look at him, a playful grin on your face. "Aren't you Jisung's friend now? I saw you sitting with him yesterday."
He tilted his head, pouting. "Can't a guy have friends? I feel like a child of divorce."
You roll your eyes. "Why is jisung with Yunhee?" You ask, nudging your head towards the two.
Felix gives you a knowing look, a small smirk on his face. "Why? Jealous?"
You glance at him, scowling. "I just think it's ironic someone who says he's so hurt about a relationship is back with someone else in less than 72 hours" you cross your arms.
Felix nods, "Don't worry, he's just doing it for Hyunjin, they'll either be linked by the arm or complete strangers by time the college christmas party is over depending on how well they're communicating"
linked by the arm.
meaning dating?
obviously y/n.
uh oh.
truly you hadn't seen this one coming, you obviously weren't expecting for him to find someone else so quickly whilst you were still mourning. for that same person to be the one who never even cared about him.
you left hurt him just for him to be hurt again. there's no way you'd let yunhee go through with whatever trick she was going planning.
so you tried, speaking to him for the first time in what felt like forever
Jisung sat in the chair of the music room by himself as he looked over the notes for a song he'd been learning on guitar.
You'd been there everytime he let you listen to the rough drafts of his finishing project; it felt a little bittersweet hearing the finished version.
He played the notes softly, his eyes intently staring at the paper before he pushed his glasses up on his nose, letting out a sigh.
"Whoever's standing there you don't have to be a stalker, make yourself known" he said bluntly, causing you a little panic.
"Sorry..." You muttered but he recognised your voice instantly, his eyes widening as he quickly glanced back, putting his facade back on once more.
"What do you want?" His tone was cold, much like yours on the night you broke his heart.
"Can we talk?" You ask quietly, pushing the door to the music room closed a bit.
He let out another sigh, this time deeper and sounded annoyed. "What?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Yunhee" You started and the delusions in his mind almost made him think you were jealous, causing his heart to beat a little faster at the possibility.
"What? Are you upset i'm with someone else?" His tone and his heart are speaking two different languages because his tone is cold and upset but his heart is longing for you to want him, to accept him as much as he does you, if only he knew.
"What? No no, I just- Yunhee is only gonna hurt you, i don't think you should go out with her." You admit honestly, a look of concern in your eyes as you try to mask the feeling of hurt.
He scoffs, letting out a harsh laugh before standing. "You can't be hypocritical, y/n. It isn't a good look on you." he brushed past you before you could even get a chance at speaking.
Another thing about Jisung was that he was stubborn, very stubborn. And yet so were you.
A few days later, Jisung sat at the table with Felix, chewing on some carrot sticks they served which honestly were the first time they ever tasted fresh like they did today.
You rushed over, placing your hands on the table as a halt, getting the attention from both boys before Jisung looked back down at his food quickly.
"Ji..." You spoke, trying to get his attention.
"Jisung please..." You begged, walking over to the opposite side of the table to sit with him, gesturing to felix that now wasn't the best time to sit there to which he took the hint.
"Ji-"
"What do you want this time." He said, his eyes never landing on you, his attention only focused on the orange vegetable.
"Listen i'm sorry about what I said, i never meant to hurt you.."
"That's not gonna make me any less hurt, y/n. If this is an attempt at getting Yunhee gone, it's not working." He said bluntly.
"What? Jisung no-" He scowled at the name again.
"You know, you don't want me, neither do you want anyone else to. do you just hate me, y/n?" He asked, now staring at you with a death glare. If looks could kill, you'd be ready to be shipped off in a coffin.
You sit in shock and silence at his words, causing him to scoff in disbelief, standing up as he collects his stuff.
You manage to grab his hand when he walks by but he pulls it out of your grasp before you can even get a word out.
Two weeks has passesd since you last interacted with Jisung and everytime he sees you, he avoids you like the plague. You've come to the conclusion that he is complately done with you, that you're both done. It hurt like hell, you could barely even force yourself out of bed for the first week, let alone focus on anything besides the fact that you lost the greatest thing life can give you.
It was now lunchtime and you sat at your usual spot, now more caught up in a book than ever, anything to distract yourself from looking over across the cafeteria where they could see you. Luckily for Jisung, as you would've caught him staring at you from afar.
"Goodness, they look like they haven't been eating. You guys think its my fault? Fuck, i'm so stupid." Jisung scolds himself, covering his face as he tries to hide the tears threatening to slip.
"Han, I don't think you should be worrying about your ex when you have a nice date tonight with your new date." Hyunjin says although his still pats his back for comfort.
Han breathes in for a second, nodding slowly as he wipes the tears from his face, Felix's eyes filling with concern before his eyes glow with oppurtunity.
"Alright fine, this'll be the last date before i go off to weep in misery" He says before sighing deeply.
Felix turns up to your home with a big smile on his face, as he explains his idea of you finally speaking to Jisung, and tells you that Jisung also is going through a rough time and is only mad at you because he thinks you don't love him.
So thats how you end up at the party, standing awkwardly. You'd had over 6 drinks of some random non alcoholic drink to keep yourself from looking too awkward but now you've got to pee.
you walk to the bathroom which is very close but stop when you hear a conversation and familiar voices.
"jisung? nah i only need him to get back at y/n, remember?"
"ah, you think he actually is starting to like you yet?"
"that'd be a bummer, but it may benefit his parent's are rich. probably the only reason that bitch wants him."
"right, that's genius"
their conversation made your blood boil. she not only was using him to get back at you but she also was using him to get free money?
even if you couldn't win him back, you'd get your revenge before she thought of doing whatever she wanted to.
she walked out of ther bathroom, watching you stand there with a glare on her face. "Privacy much? no one asked you to be a stalker."
you stared at her , rage filling your eyes before you looked into your 7th cup, filled with juice inside, throwing it right into her face.
convienetly enough, Jisung was right outside the door to the bathrooms so he heard the loud shriek she gave and came inside, only to find you standing there holding a red solo cup outside down, leaking small drops of red juice onto the tile floors, causing Jisung to cringe before he walked over to you, looking at you in disbelief.
He grabbed your arm, softly, pulling you out of the bathroom and into a room more quiet, ignoring the screams from Yunhee.
He paced the room as you sat on a desk in the from, looking at him.
"What the hell was that?" He finally asked, looking at you.
"Ji- she said something bad about you! why are you upset with me?"
He glared at you, this time in an unrecognizable way. it was neither angry, nor cold, just frustrated?
"You... You confuse me Y/n. " This gets you to look up at him, your mouth dry, unable to answer.
"You tell me you love me, and want to fight, for me then you go and tell me i'm selfish when you cloud up every fucking thought I have, not even the valuables you say I want so bad can even match your value, how much I want you." Your eyes widen, unable to speak; he doesn't want you to anyways, he's not finished.
"Then you act all sweet and hurt, making me hurt for you yret, you can't even say no when I ask if you hate me and now... you're.. you're fighting someone for saying they want to hurt me, making me all fucked up."
The room is in complete in silence as you two stare at each other, desperation and shock in both of your eyes.
"say something please... do you love me? If you don't... I'll try, I'll get over it"
"ji... I do... I really really do but-"
"oh you know I hate it when you say "but" ..." he groans a little, moving closer as his eyes fill with desperation.
" I don't wanna go through that again... and I know it's unfair and downright selfish for me not to want you to move on but I just... I want you..."
he stares at you with hearts in his eyes as he softly grabs your arms.
"I'll do something about it... I promise it'll stop just next time tell me about this stuff, I can't lose you again, especially not like this." he says, staring into your eyes.
the room falls silent once more before you pull him into a passionate kiss, one filled with desperation, longing, and the taste of peppermint candy canes on his tongue.
"I love you, y/n so so so much."
"I love you so so so much as well, hanji"
AUTHORS NOTE: hello everyone this is the first part of amore, mio !! this was honestly a plot I had been drifting back and forth from but basically I can say I honestly got the whole idea for this series based on @dearbrisky ( this is a different plot than you asked for i apologize) asking for hopeless romantic hanji so i decided why not do a love trope for all members . I also wrote this all in the middle of the night and its not quite proofread so please tell me if there are any gendered terms used in here !! i'm also not the best writer so please do tell me if this writing g pace felt like whiplash
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