Ada's housewife

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[marvelwomen-simp]

kpop writing acc: @katsfim

[blossomcola]

otra coronación de gloria

[yourdecayedfaith]

I am queer and I am enjoying being baited

[captainvostok-deactivated202607]

I get teary with happiness when I see purple in ,my notifs

[mulberry-glitter]

see yall don't get ada wong like i do. i'm sorry i WANT the cat and mouse chase i want her to be my hero and my villain at the same time i want to be manipulated i want her to leave me in deadly situations then tease me about it. i want her in the exact same way andy wants miranda i WANT IT!! GOD YOU GUYS DONT FUCKING GET HER!! GET OUT!! LEAVE ME ALONE WITH MISS BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS

[meimeizini]

puppy megan save me

[blossomcola]

she’s like an awkward virgin nerd i’m in love.

[housofpsychoticrue]

i think it is a crime that nobody is playing with my boobs right now. theyre too lovely to not be fondled with, squeezed, sucked on, worshipped. smh

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DO NOT INTERACT: CIS MEN, MINORS, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS, RACISTS, BIGOTS, TERFS ETC. 

[whispersxwhimpers]

Craving a pretty femme digging their nails in my hips as they devour me before they slide their strap in me & fuck me with no mercy 🫦

Bonus if they mark me up between my thighs 😵‍💫

[yourmomsgranddad]

— KISS ME

— PAIRING: Yoo Jeongyeon x fem!reader — SUMMARY: You confessed. Now you just have to wait for tour to be over for you to finally get to kiss her. Or not. — WORD COUNT: 10k (wtf) — WARNINGS: featuring other JYP idols (itzy & skz mention), maybe angst i'm not sure (i might have a problem), big miscommunication, everyone's nosey as hell (mee too), suggestive themes (no actual smut), twice being a little messy, inspired by belly & conrad

If there was two things in this world you could be absolutely certain of, that was that you can always bet that TWICE is going to be on tour and they'd be gone for months and months on end.

When you were younger, you'd go with.

Pretend to be two normal young girls going on the spring break trip you never got that also included people screaming your best friend's name until their mouths went dry.

It was cool to imagine but it wore off instantly.

Her life was never going to be anything normal and you would never get to have her all to yourself—not like how you wanted.

Your crush probably spanned almost their entire career.

Being friends with Jeongyeon so long, your admiration as a friend morphed into attraction.

It was very hard not to fall in love with her.

There was no one who made you laugh like she did, no one who listened to your problems and helped you out when you needed like her, and she looked like a goddess.

You'd be crazy not to mix things up.

And you certainly were nuts.

Because even though you knew you couldn't change your way of thinking, you still stayed around, letting your mind blur the lines that you spent so long drawing, trick yourself into thinking maybe she likes you back.

You figured it wasn't possible.

She had millions of people basically kissing her feet.

Why would she want you? You thought.

Or at least that's what you asked as you hid in ITZY's studio, not wanting to travel downstairs to where the girls were about to load onto their van to the airport.

You were meant to see them off, say bye like you always did since you weren't going to see Jeongyeon until at least Christmas.

But you remained planted in your seat, staring at Ryujin on her phone like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

You actually didn't even realize you were locked in on her until Lia snapped her fingers in your face.

"What are you doing here? Isn't Jeongyeon leaving like right now? Don't you normally say bye like you're sending her off to war?"

That earns a laugh from Ryujin, though she doesn't even lift her head to look at either of you.

"I don't do that."

They both quirk a brow at you, causing you to deflate.

Ok, maybe you did do that.

"It doesn't matter. She'll survive if I don't say bye to her once. TWICE is on tour constantly, chances are she's not going to notice if I don't go just this one time."

You didn't want to believe your words, some selfish part of you wanted her to notice, for her to run to you like you're the only one for her and kiss you until you couldn't breathe anymore.

But that wasn't a thought you were allowed to have.

Not when you weren't allowed to have her.

"Doubt it," Ryujin muttered to herself.

"Why?"

"Oh, come on. She notices when your makeup changes, even if it's slightly. She's probably making everyone wait until you get there."

Your brows furrowed. "Why? I'm not going with them."

"But Jeongyeon wishes you were."

You paused to just look at her, to find any sign that she was joking. But she was just dumbstruck that your eyes didn't work.

"Wait, you don't know?"

You frowned, shaking your head.

You hated when she asked dumb questions. Of course, you didn't know what she was talking about. You wouldn't have asked.

"You'd have to be blind to not see how that girl is obsessed with you. Genuinely.” She rolled her eyes, going back to her phone like this conversation was suddenly above her.

“Obsessed?”

Lia smacked her teeth, also done with your aloofness.

“She likes you! Jeez, you can’t tell?”

Your eyes blow open cartoonishly. Your mind isn’t sure she said what you thought she did, she couldn’t have been.

You would have noticed if Jeongyeon liked you, right?

You had been friends forever, you could tell what she was feeling before she even told you. How could you miss something so big, so loud?

"She likes me?"

They both nod aggressively.

"You're both actually very obvious with your feelings. It's just neither one of you can pick up on social cues. If anything, you should take it as a sign that you two are perfect for each other." Lia shortly explained.

It didn't stop your brain from going a mile a minute.

A bomb was dropped; your mind needed time to let it scatter.

Sadly, your friends weren't as patient as you were. And neither was the car downstairs.

"What are you still doing here?" Ryujin's phone is now long discarded on the table and she's giving you a slight shove.

"Sitting?"

"Girl, if you don't go be brave and tell that girl how you feel before she leaves."

She basically pulled you off the couch and pushed you out the door, no room to even decline if you wanted to.

"Why are you so invested in this?"

"Annoyance." Ryujin answered at the same time as Lia, "Boredom, really."

But you're not given any time to respond as they decide it's time for you to get a move on, ushering you to the elevator like it's their job.

You almost forget to press the button.

The rattle of the machine you were trapped seemed louder today. Usually the elevator in the building was a silent killer, it moved quietly and quickly. Sometimes you didn't even notice it was moving.

Today?

You could hear every rope, every chain, so much so you could have sworn everything was about to snap and you were about to make headlines.

You thank whoever responsible for letting you get to the ground safely.

But then you step out and see outside, now you wished it would have plummeted to the bottom and not left any remains.

The JYP building entrance was basically all glass, you couldn't appear in front without being seen by literally anyone who happened to be lurking in the lobby.

The road was clear—and empty.

TWICE's vans to the airport were supposed to be out there, they were still supposed to be packing up for the year they were going to be on the road.

But they weren't.

You could pretend to be slightly disappointed but the pumping of your heart doesn't hear that.

You weren't going to see her for a while.

You wouldn't be able to hug her, see her face without a screen between you, or even hear her voice without that garbled noise you hated.

Your heart began thumping erratically. The severity hadn't dawned on you until now. Sure, she left a lot but this was the first time you actually had something valuable to say to her and you needed to say it before she left Korea.

You were lucky fate was on your side.

"Y/n?"

Her voice broke through the sounds of speeding cars on the road before you, coming out of the fictional fog like an angel was Jeongyeon, wearing the biggest coat you had ever seen in your life.

Like it was swallowing her.

"What are you doing out here?"

She runs up to you in slow motion, your mind makes you believe she's moving slower than normal since you can't breathe just from the sight of her.

"Looking for you," your teeth chattered with every word, shivering with the breeze.

She moves quickly, wrapping you up in the gigantic cocoon that was on her body. You press into her very easily.

"I was scared for a second. I thought you were gone."

She chuckles slightly, a cold smoke leaving her with the sound.

"No, the car wasn't moving so Jihyo had to call a tow truck. Her and our manager went with it so now we're waiting. They're on their way back." She gestures with her head to the group of girls behind her, all sitting on their suitcases, all doing something to pass the time.

"Good. I didn't want to miss seeing you off."

For the first time since you opened the front door, you felt warm. Not because the comically-large jacket was cradling you but because you had finally caught her eyes, sparkling and shining the way they always did when she was looking at you.

Although now there was meaning.

Meaning you were hoping to find if only you could just open your mouth.

"I was hoping you wouldn't. I've been looking for you, you know. You see us off all the time. It's like ritual at this point. I can't leave without saying goodbye to you first."

"Sorry, I took so long. I was trying to psych myself up to talk to you."

Her face crumpled in confusion. You tried not to melt at how cute it looked.

"Why didn't you tell me you liked me?"

Her face dropped. Any color that may have arrived when she saw you is gone. You had never seen her so stunned.

"What are you talking about?" You watch as the vein in her forehead pops out a little as she tries to throw you off her scent. It's very noticeable, now that you know to look for it.

"I'm talking about the fact that both of us have feelings for each other this entire time and neither one of us noticed."

Her face is tight, she's going through the motions you very recently had and soon enough, her gaze softens and she can't stop herself from bursting out a smile.

"What?"

"This whole time, I thought you didn't like me back." You pouted.

"I thought you didn't like me back!"

Damn, Lia was right. You two are perfect for each other.

For a second, you're quiet, staring at each other since you both have so much you want to say and you know you don't have enough time to say it all.

Especially when you hear the car pull back up behind her.

Jihyo's already screaming in anguish about how long it took for them to get the car working again and rushing the girls to pack back up so they could get on the road and back on schedule.

And just like you expected, the moment deflated. She'd be in the air before the day was over and you couldn't stay in her arms like this forever.

You know she's not going to let go first so you shake out of the jacket, opening the door immediately.

"I'm going to miss you when you're gone. I'll always do, of course. But this first time my desire for you to be here is a little different."

She reached for you dangerously, like she wanted to bring you with but she doesn't commit to it, her arm dropping when her leader called her name.

"It's fine," you shook it off. "I'll see you when you come back."

You turned around, going to fully enter the building because it was too freaking cold outside right now.

But she grabbed your elbow, effectively making you turn back around to see the desperate look glaring at you.

"But we have to talk about this."

"And we will — when you come back. But right now, you have to go."

Once again, Jihyo's shouting for her to get in the car like a mom at the end of her rope. Jeongyeon yelled back that she was coming, she was just saying bye to you.

"Wait for me. I promise we will talk about this when I come back. Don't give up on me." She squeezes slightly, tethering you to this moment so you wouldn't forget it in the months to come.

You didn't think it was possible.

"I won't."

And just in case you thought about letting it slip out of your brain the moment she was out of your sight, she grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in to press a harsh kiss into your cheek.

"I'll see you later?"

You don't trust your mouth to say anything coherent right now so you just give her an excited nod.

Your face is already on fire and you're not even fully in the building yet.

You kept her in your sights for as long as you could. You saw the car door close, everyone waved as they got further and further from you. Soon enough, they were just a speck. And you were just standing outside for no reason.

This wouldn't be the first time the cold was going to bite you.

The entire first month, you fight every urge to text her.

It seemed a little crazy in hindsight but at the same time, you didn't want to encroach at such a time when she needed to be on, a time where she wouldn't be able to give you her full attention.

Plus, you didn't want to explain how you felt over your phone's speaker.

So it was better to not speak to her at all.

She didn't notice anyway, not over everyone's screams.

You kept your head and your hands focused on other things.

You never really cared about your café job all that much since it was just something to put food on your table but with not much else to do, you take in everything about it.

You chip in a little more to make the space look nicer, getting your boss' permission to spice up the seating area, he even let you decorate the menu board a little more lively to get people's attention.

In fact, all of your art got the attention of one of your other co-workers.

You were sitting on your car in the parking lot, scarfing down your lunch as if it was going to run away from you. You couldn't understand why you were so hungry. It's not like this was your first meal of the day.

It was.

You don't realize she's watching until she see the shadow above.

"Hello." You greeted, mouth full of gas station food that you weren't done chewing yet.

She smiles. Her cheeks are a little rosy from the breeze and they plump up a little with her grin.

You'd return it—if everything wasn't going to fall out when you did.

"Hi, you did the dragon drawing out front, right?"

You nod, covering your mouth as you finally swallowed.

"How did you do that? I'm still learning how to do hands."

"I studied art."

"Really?"

"No," you snickered. "My friend and I got really high one night and googled tutorials to draw all the mythological animals for a comic idea. We forgot about the idea but I still can draw a dragon kind of well."

You didn't hear what you said until after. Your loose lips were always getting you in trouble and now you were spilling your guts to strangers.

Luckily for you though, she doesn't judge you and or shame you for making weird life choices, she instead just chuckled and claimed that something like that happened to her before.

She wasn't a narc, she was actually pretty cool.

Turns out she's been working her a little longer than you and was also still finding her way around. Not for lack of trying although since your boss was prehistoric and you really only saw him when it was paycheck time.

Everybody else who worked around you two weren't much in your age bracket either.

And being the two youngest people on staff?

It was very easy for you two to flock together.

You found out her name was Na-bi and that she was a real art student. She told you how badly she's trying to pay her way but how hard it is considering that school costs a lot.

You felt for her, it was very hard not to but you did.

So you gave her someone to talk to, someone to unload onto since she didn't have anyone. Another way to keep yourself busy and not notice how Jeongyeon's name calls to you in the middle of the night like a Green Goblin mask.

You try to focus on your new friend and what she's doing, it's better than longing for something you can't have, at least not yet.

During one of your usual chats with her, she spotted how she was losing you a little on every other word, like your brain was somewhere else, far away from the front counter right now.

"You okay, Y/n? You look a little lost."

You blinked yourself back into the building, suddenly feeling a little sheepish about letting your mind take you away during work.

"Sorry, I don't know what that was." You shook it off.

But that didn't make her stop worrying. You may have only been friends for a short week, but that didn't mean she cared for you any less.

It actually meant she cared more than all of your other colleagues.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Her hand comes to rest on your shoulder to ground you, a gesture you're grateful for even if you don't show it.

With your best friend not at your right hand anymore, and most of your time spent at your job, the only person it felt like you talked to was Na-bi. But you hadn't spilled your guts to her.

"It's just that I confessed my feelings to my best friend before she went on her trip and now I'm not going to see her for a bit and it's tearing me up inside."

No one expected the squeal she let out, some of the customers even jumped a little.

"Sorry! Sorry. I just have never had a friend who's been in an active romantic plot. It's kind of exciting." She jittered.

You would have thought she was the one waiting for her love to return.

"Your life is literally like a tv show. Next thing you're going to tell me is that she's an idol, or something." Her chuckle rattled in your chest as she sauntered back into the kitchen.

If only she knew how right she was.

୨ৎ

Somehow, even across the world, your thoughts still remained intertwined because as your mind couldn't leave the topic of her, she couldn't stop thinking about you either.

As soon as the car pulled away from the sidewalk and Jeongyeon couldn't see you anymore, the mental picture of you returning upstairs without her felt damning.

How she wished she could deny all responsibilities just to turn around and kiss you like she wanted.

But alas, tour awaits and if she delayed them any longer, their manager was going to have her head.

You waited for each other this long, what's another year?

Turns out — it's agony.

But neither of you knew that.

Not that early.

They got to their first stop in no time. The girls checked into their hotel the moment they got there.

They all wanted to spread out, let their limbs rest after their hectic flight but they weren't allowed, not until they went through soundcheck.

Everything was the same, nothing too out of place.

The girls did every song they were performing that night, going over dances they've done a million times before it was second nature.

To the outside, it just looked like they were doing what was told to them.

But not from within.

Nayeon's been staring at the back of Jeongyeon's head since they arrived at the venue. She was curious on why her eyes were so locked in on her friend's hair. Usually it was because it was so silky but this time, she couldn't help but feel an anxious vibe coming off of her.

It wasn't normal for her, she usually is a little more sure of herself, especially when it came to performing.

Although today, her energy was a little sour.

And very not her.

Nayeon's gaze remained suspicious until they were on their way back.

Even in the car, she noticed Jeongyeon staying to herself, she wasn't poking or joking with anyone, she wasn't even humming the song the driver was playing.

"Ok, what's wrong?"

Jeongyeon kind of jumped, no one was talking prior to that outburst besides the hushed conversations going on behind them.

"What do you mean?" She wondered, in her head, it might have seemed like she was being mysterious, not showing her unease.

She was very wrong.

"What's with the pout, huh? A bird steal your sandwich or something?"

"This isn't some old French movie. I'm not going to curse at the sky with a mustache and a beret. I'm fine."

Once again, Nayeon's skeptic.

She quirked a brow at her friend.

"If you're fine, your face has some explaining to do. You've looked very heartbroken since we landed. What happened? Did you hurt yourself during the set?"

She chuckled, that would have been a way cooler version to be upset. She could milk it for the rest of the weekend, maybe get special treatment and sleep a little longer.

But this wasn't something she could fix with extra rest.

"I know it's a little early but I guess I just miss Y/n."

That took all the wind out of her sails, once your name was mentioned, she could see the entire picture. She didn't have to give anymore hints.

"Oh, that's what this is. You're all wound up because you miss your lady friend. You two are so dependent. Have you told her that you like her yet?"

Her gaze snapped to Nayeon's, somehow, she didn't expect anyone could tell. Then again, all the subtlety of a My Little Pony.

"Everyone knows about your crush. I'm surprised she doesn't, since you're always staring like it's your job."

That works too.

Her mouth forms a thin line, retreating out the window in embarrassment.

"For your information, I don't stare like it's my job. And she does know about my feelings. But since we were being rushed, we didn't really get to talk much. So now we're halfway around the world and I can't talk to my best friend because I don't want to have this conversation over the phone."

All of her words come out in a huff, one breath as she let all of her worries rush out like chains.

She had been holding it in since the ride to the airport.

It felt good to not keep it inside for once.

Well it did til she finally met Nayeon's eyes and she was beaming like the sun.

She reached over in no time to pinch her cheeks. She tried to swat her away to no avail.

"Aw! That is so cute! You love her." She teased.

"And this is why I never tell you anything now!"

Things stopped feeling so vexing about four months in.

You found a groove and once you actually began liking your job, it was kind of easy to fall into the mold that was becoming adulthood.

Na-bi had moved up the friend ladder as time went on. She wasn't best friend title since that was taken at the moment (even if not physically) but you were close. So much so you started hanging outside of work, having dinner at your house, and even divulging your lives to each other.

She told you how her mom didn't support her decision to move across the world to pursue a dream she didn't understand. They were stuck in a quarrel about said dream.

You finally came clean about your crush and told how she was right on the money, that she was an idol, in which she dramatically corrected by saying she was one of the most famous ones.

You didn't even realize you downplayed it, it happened out of habit.

She had always just been the same person to you, Jeongyeon, your best friend, never Jeongyeon from TWICE.

Although it was becoming harder to call her that when you had nothing to show for it. Not when your phone was basically shoving in your face that she was dancing and smiling with crowds of people that weren't you.

The two of you didn't stay detached with the tour, you refused it after a while. She still liked your stories whenever you found time to post, dropping a little message that could have just been hearted and disregarded.

And definitely not making your heart beat out of your chest like it was a full declaration.

You posted your aesthetic lunch that you were really proud of: she liked it and told you how cute it looked and that she missed you.

Pretty tame, you liked the message and parroted it back.

You added the kissy emoji but then deleted because you didn't want to sound too flirty.

Safe to say, you were teased for that action.

A sidewalk sign drawing you were really proud of for the week: she sent you hearts and complimented your talents like she normally did.

Your finger slipped and you admitted to her that her comment brought a heat to your cheeks.

She didn't send words back, just a smirking face.

By that point, everyone you knew was pointing fingers at you and laughing. You were the kingdom jester and all they did was come to you when they needed a giggle.

All you were good for really.

It was probably the reason everyone was coming over to your place on the weekend and not because they wanted to meet your friend from work.

You had promised Yeji you were going to make her pizza so it felt like the perfect time to invite them all over. However, someone let word spread that you were breaking out the pizza oven for the first time and it got over to Hyunjin and Jisung.

Somehow now you were cooking for nine.

They were lucky you didn't live in a shoebox anymore.

You could actually seat all these unwanted guests.

If only they didn't know where you lived.

୨ৎ

Tour seemed to drone on the way it always did when she was on the road this long.

Her back doesn't get used to the hotel beds but she learned there's no winning so she just kind of flipped over and bore it.

Every few days feels the same; singing, dancing, having all the energy in the world on stage so people don't see how actually tired she was and counting down the days until she can see you again.

Your life continues on as her stays where it always does.

She's on tour for the fiftieth time while you're moving up in the world, she found out from your phone calls.

Every so often, Jeongyeon is up at a random hour in a random tour stop and she just so happens to time it correctly to catch you in the timezone back home, and give you a call.

You're always so elated when she calls, like you had been waiting.

It's a different energy than the one on tour, it's refreshing.

You gushed about your promotion and all the new music the girls were working on, you sounded so..normal.

Like you weren't at all affected from being apart so long.

If you hadn't said you missed her, she might not have believed it.

And it didn't take long for her to notice she had been replaced in your circle of friends.

She hadn't completely seen her yet but she remember you mentioning her name in one of your chats as something about work you were talking about offhandedly.

It stung a little, hearing you had a friend she knew nothing about.

Someone else taking your attention the way she usually did.

And she couldn't even fight for it since she wasn't with you anymore, not the way she wanted.

She didn't even want to hold onto your romantic feelings, she didn't even know if you still felt them anymore, not when you hadn't brought it up to any capacity or called her first.

Maybe she was just bothering you and you wanted nothing to do with her.

She was just some idol who was bombarding on your life.

You did look quite happy without her.

On your stories for the most part.

When she didn't have time to actually contact you like she wanted, she would settle for just scrolling through your social media to see what you had been up to.

That's what she was preparing to do before she had to go on in a few hours anyway and then she noticed your close friends story.

You only posted on it when you had something that others weren't allowed to see, AKA when you were with your famous friends.

Tonight, you seemed to be having a pizza party with the ITZY girls and an already drunk Jisung. At least, it looked like he was, he was hanging off your couch upside down.

She didn't even realize the smirk pulling on her cheek at your antics.

Even from afar, you were still the cutest when tipsy.

She watched as you showcased everyone's drunk creations.

The face Hyunjin tried to create with toppings. The flowers Yuna very adequately made, even under the influence as you could tell from her eyes. She even chuckled when she saw your very bland cheese abomination.

But of course, her fun stalking spree had to be stopped when your 'new friend' made an appearance. This time, physically.

Supposedly, everyone at pizza night deemed her design the best one of the night.

She had seemed to mold her dough to look like a cat and she decorated it to look like Hello Kitty, all while drinking and apparently keeping up with everyone else.

It was very clear she was very creative.

It kind of made it hard to hate her.

Although that kind of flew out the window when she clicked over to the next picture and she was kissing your cheek.

It shouldn't have been a gut punch but it was.

She had done that exact thing almost 5 months ago, at the time, she deemed as something special considering it was the first time she had kissed you, even if it wasn't on the lips like desired.

It wasn't like Jeongyeon was the first person to kiss you on the cheek but she had intended the next time, that would be her too.

She didn't envision anybody else would be that close to you, not when that was her job.

"What are you staring at?"

Chaeyoung appeared in the corner of Jeongyeon's vision, suddenly sitting behind her as if she was always there and she just never noted it.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? You've been playing face olympics with your phone for the past 15 minutes. I was just wondering if you needed me to call someone." She raised a brow.

Jeongyeon made a face of perplexity. "What is face olympics?"

She answered by contorting her features back and forth very over the top as if she's trying to get a laugh from a invisible audience.

"I thought you were having a stroke."

"I did not look like that!" She fought. "And I did not look like I was having a stroke."

She continued doing the bit even when the rest of the girls file in, all stopping to look at the weird faces Chaeyoung was making, some of them even taking pictures to giggle about later.

"Why does it look like you're having a stroke?" Mina inquired, demurely floating down into the seat beside her.

That was enough to make her stop, gesturing to the other woman.

"See?! You looked wild."

The loud noises cease all other conversations, now bringing all attention to the two girls bickering on the other side of this very wide green room.

"What's going on?" Sana chimed in, turning her body over to the action.

"Jeongyeon was making faces at her phone and she won't tell me why." Chaeyoung squinted her eyes at said victim, it was almost reminiscent of when your siblings tell on you when you're not doing anything wrong.

"Is it Y/n again?"

Nayeon doesn't even look up from her device, she's not even in the middle of the conversation. She's off to the side, commenting with absolutely no personal interest in the matter.

She just opened her mouth and put lightbulbs above everyone else's heads.

Everyone's mouths made 'O' shapes and now they were on her like moms when you tell them you have a boyfriend.

"Have you told her how much you love her yet?" Momo teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Is she sending pictures? Is that why you're blushing?" Jihyo poked her in her side a little, trying to get a snort to come out.

Jeongyeon just huffed.

"If you must know, this is what I was making faces at."

She flipped her phone around to all the other girls so they could see your story for all of its glory.

Their joint reaction is decently enough like hers that she doesn't feel so crazy for before.

"Is that girl kissing her on the face?" Chaeyoung is distraught as if her lover cheated on her, it's very hard to tell if it's still a joke or not but no one touches on it.

"Wait, I thought — didn't she tell you that she had feelings for you right before you left?" Nayeon tipped her glasses down similar to a teacher.

She nodded very obviously.

"Then who is that?" Momo gestured to the screen.

"Her 'friend' from work, Na-bi, I think her name was. Does it matter?" She puts quote around the word friend. She didn't know much about this character to consider her that highly.

There was no way you knew each other that well in 5 months.

"It absolutely does matter. What if she's moving on?" Chaeyoung's expressions are skewed again, this time into a frown.

"In 5 months?" Momo questioned.

"I've moved on quicker."

Once again, Nayeon muttered to herself, laying down another smackdown she didn't even know was in her hands.

It was just for the love of the game at this point.

She didn't want to be but Jeongyeon was in her head the entire show.

She had hoped no one could tell but from how things had gone earlier in the day, she couldn't be too sure.

In her head, she knew you didn't belong to her in any meaning of the word. But she had wished she meant more to you than that. That you were serious about your feelings as much she was. That you actually were awaiting the talk just like she was.

But she couldn't know that now, not with everything kind of up in the air for her.

In no time, the sun outside had disappeared.

Her thought prison had kept her locked in for so long that she fully blanked out a lot of her day.

She was back in her hotel room, Jihyo snoring in the bed right next to her. The moon peered down on her like a spotlight in an opera, it was so bright and overwhelming, it could have been fake.

She was in her pajamas, and yet she didn't feel like sleeping.

Not now, not when all of her questions kept coming back to you.

She had to call you, no matter what time it was over there. If you answered, cool, that was a good option. But if you didn't, she'd get your voicemail and she could give her message uninterrupted.

She would just have to wait.

She was prepared to take that chance.

She just had to do it without waking Jihyo up.

Jeongyeon snatched her phone off the charger with haste, her feet skittering across the marble floor as she snuck onto the balcony and shut the door.

Now it was just her, the big moon, and her phone, staring her in the face with your number and face painted on it.

She clicked it before she could talk herself out of it, pressing it to her ear.

It rang, and it rang, and it rang and eventually she did get to hear your voice but it was only to tell her how you missed the call. Plan 2 it was: unloading on your answering machine.

"Uh, hey, I know you're probably sleeping. Your night looked more eventful than mine and I was on stage." She tried to laugh but it came out incomplete.

She cleared her throat.

"But I just wanted to tell you that I was thinking about you and what you said before I left a few months ago. Actually, I think I'm always thinking about you. You're very hard to get out once you get into people's minds, do you know that?"

She reached out for the railing for some stability but it doesn't help much, she still feels like her legs were going to give out and she wasn't even talking to you.

"I hope I pop in your mind as much as you're in mine. I really like you, I just wanted you to know that. I might even l—" She slapped her hand over her mouth so fast, she almost dropped her phone.

She forced a clarity in her throat again.

"Sorry, something was in my throat."

She paused for a little too long before she spoke again.

"I should be in Paris by the time you get this. I remember how you said you wanted to go. I really wish you were here to see it with me. But I know our paths are parallel at the moment. Just—don't forget me, okay?"

She hangs up with a heavy heart and with even less answers than before.

Maybe it was just time for her to go to bed.

She had to be on again tomorrow anyway.

Her message gets to you in the middle of the night.

You didn't hear her calling since you flipped over and your phone fell out of your blanket, underneath your bed.

It wasn't found until you got up for the bathroom and saw it glowing.

Her name was the first thing you noticed.

The one time you sleep with your ringer off, and your best friend calls you out of nowhere.

Nausea hits you immediately.

You don't want to think about what she possibly could be calling for, all of the reasons you could think of were way too bad to be realistic.

You just decided to listen to what she left instead of making things up.

Your heart warmed at hearing her voice even if she sounded just as tired as you looked. She was babbling a little but you could hear how sincere she was.

She always sounded so sweet.

Somewhere in the nonsense, she found her main point; how you're always consuming her thoughts.

And then she says the words you don't realize that she hadn't said point blank to you before, not until this moment. Not until your heart actually stops.

She stuttered a little cutting herself off but you hear her fragment of a sentence, it's enough to wake you up fully.

But in her classic fashion, she deviates, going on to talk about the tour.

Her message doesn't end without crushing you first, because would it be a sad long-distance phone call if she wasn't saying things she wouldn't say to your face?

"Just—don't forget me, okay?"

Forget her?

How could something of that sort ever happen?

She was your best friend, had been for years. There was no one in the world who knew more of your secrets than her, no one who you were more comfortable with, no one you wanted to be with more than her.

How could she leave your head when she was cemented in there?

You couldn't live with her thinking you didn't care about her. You thought about calling her back but that was a little unreliable.

If you were going to talk to her, it was going to be to her face without anything in between it.

Which set you on a mad dash around your room to find clothes at this random hour of the night.

If you were going to talk to her, you needed to be in Paris.

Oh no, sounded like it was time for a vacation.

In your stupor, you dial Ryujin's number.

You knew she wasn't sleeping, she was usually okay at this hour, doing something she couldn't explain to you since you weren't with her the beginning of her random odd conquest.

She answered immediately.

"What are you still doing up? Isn't your day off tomorrow? I figured you'd be sleeping until you were needed." Her voice found you a little muffled, but not because of how bad your phone was but she seemed to be eating something.

In the middle of the night.

"That doesn't matter right now. Jeongyeon called me hours ago and I missed it. Long story short, I'm going to Paris to tell her I love her."

Things are quiet on the other side, no hints of her being there, you almost checked to see if you accidentally hung up.

"Finally, jeez! I have to ring Na-bi, she owes me money."

You listen in disbelief as she dialed your friend and added her to the call.

"Wait, so many questions. One, how do you have her number? And two, what did she bet you?" You slam your small carry-on closed. You don't plan on being there too long.

"We exchanged at your little pizza thing. I needed someone else to tease you with. And she didn't think you had it in you. Not like I did, anyway. She bet you were actually going to drive yourself mad and wait until they came back. I had hope that you were going to grow some balls." She laughed triumphantly. "I love being right."

Somehow, your friend answered too, going on the three-way instantly.

So, you were the only person not awake at the right time to answer your phone.

"Hello?" She sounded a little gruff, like she previously was snoozing.

"Y/n is about to hop a plane to Paris to finally tell Jeongyeon how much she loves her."

Again, there's quiet.

"I'm on my way over."

୨ৎ

Your lights have fully come on now and now there are two other girls in your space, not helping you pack but staring as you did so.

"I can't believe you're literally on your way to Paris right now to confess to your best friend that you love her. What are you, Belly Conklin?" Na-bi was in jubilation, wiggling like a chihuahua.

It was honestly kind of making you jitter too.

This was big, bigger than you was letting yourself think about at the moment. You were completely dropping your life for a few days to have a small Paris vacation for the weekend.

It was absolutely nuts.

But you'd be crazy to let it slip through your fingers again.

"Your life is officially more interesting than mine." She nudged you, causing you to let a smile break out.

"Mine too." Ryujin chimed in. "And I'm performing tomorrow."

You let out a deep breath, your hands retreating to your hips as you took stake at what was in front of you.

"You guys are not helping the nerves. I already bought the ticket."

That part you didn't think about, you knew it was going to take a bit to get over there and you knew Jeongyeon was already in Paris. You had to get there before she left. So you needed to be hasty.

But now it was wearing on you.

Just a little.

"It's going to be great!" They both gave you a good luck squeeze and shake, hoping to get all the nerves out of you.

It did not work.

But you were already here.

Na-bi and Ryujin drove you to the airport. The latter to see with her own eyes, the former to solidify her money.

They both hugged you like it was the end but mostly to quell the ever-growing pit they knew was in your stomach.

You hurried to your gate, not giving yourself a chance to turn around.

On the plane, you couldn't sit still.

Your fingers twiddled on your lap, you fiddled with the zipper on your bag, anything you could get your hands on, something to focus on instead of the long hours ahead of you.

But then you got tired because you had woke up in the middle of the night for this trip, you were knocked out for the remaining time.

It was good on you too, you didn't want to be tired when you saw Jeongyeon again for the first time in months.

Paris was kind of scary in the middle of the night. You figured most places must be but it looked like the city was not on, all lights off, it could have been haunted.

The TWICE concert was hours ago, the streets were clear and it seemed as though no one was here but you.

You still had Jeongyeon's location so you found their hotel no problem.

You gave it to the cabbie and he drove you over.

You were now well-rested but that didn't mean you weren't still fidgeting yourself to the moon.

Luckily, the driver didn't question the constant moving, you were scared he was going to think you were unstable or something.

You bolted the moment he pulled up.

Even the hotel was daunting, everything about it was loud and fancy, there wasn't really anyone working when you walked in, no bellhop taking suitcases in the way you expected in a place with a chandelier dangling above your head.

You hobbled up to the front desk, ringing the bell without another thought.

The old stuffy man working there looked at you with a stink in his eyes. It was almost as if he was mad that you were coming to a hotel at night right now.

"Bonjour." He's stale and monotone, very French. "How may I be of assistance?"

"This might sound a little weird. But I promise I'm not a creep." Not a good way to start, but you were going to drive a truck through it. "My friend is staying here and I was hoping you could tell me what room she was in, I'm trying to surprise her."

He puts his ridiculously small glasses on and went to the computer, typing in an obnoxious amount of characters before turning back to you.

"Name?"

"Jeongyeon. Yoo."

He squinted at you, pushed the glasses down until the clattered on the counter.

"Do you know how many fans I had fight out my lobby today because that girl group's in town? I felt up to my ears in teenage girls. You would have thought One Direction came back. Do you think I'm dumb?"

You shook your head rapidly.

"It's not like that. We've been friends for years. I wouldn't lie."

"Right, and I'm Harry Styles. Take a hike!"

Your shoulders dropped in despair. You knew it was kind of a long shot but you had hoped French people were a little more trustworthy. It was a miscalculated speculation.

You turned around with a slump, you didn't want to believe you were giving up, you just didn't want to loiter.

That's when the elevator dinged.

Your eyes followed the loud noise, and you were happy you did.

Your best friend appeared in her coat (her size), in all her tired glory.

She lit up once she saw you, a smile bursting out on her face as she ran up to you to grip you up, crushing you completely and not caring about it, not anymore.

"Sorry, I'm late. I came as quick as I could." Your words are lost in her hair but you figured she heard you because her body rattles with her laugh.

"I missed you, like so much."

She's holding you as if you're something precious, cradling your close, her arms wrapped tightly around your torso like a belt.

"I missed you too."

She took your bag from you with her free hand, the other one tightening around you as she ushered you over to the elevator and to her room.

The two of you sat for a while in silence.

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs wiggling with anticipation.

She was right next to you, just staring. She was just trying to make sure you were real. Either one of you could have still been sleeping right now and you wouldn't be able to tell.

"So, how was your show?" You smiled.

"It was fine. Not better than seeing you though."

She's back on you in no time, bending to burrow into your chest. It's enough force to push you down into her fluffy bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"You called. I wanted to talk to my best friend."

She nodded and then she prompted that maybe this would be way easier if you took a night walk. Not wanting to pass up the chance to see more of Paris in the dark, you agree.

It's a little less creepy with Jeongyeon by your side, her clutching your hand like you were going to leave, it was grounding.

It gave the eeriness a poetic feel, it made sense why people painted it.

Cobblestone rattled under toes, you were grateful for your past self for thinking to pack better shoes than your fuzzy boots. Wind whooshed past your ear, whistling a song to fill in the silence between your steps.

"So," she swung your arm a little, rattling you like she's trying to get you to ignite. "What do you think of Paris? Everything you dreamed of?"

You grimaced, the empty hoots of owl illuminating all the glamour of your first look. "Definitely. Although, I'll wait to pass my judgement until I see what the day life look like."

Her gaze snapped to you.

"You're staying?"

"I mean my best friend invited me so.."

She smirked.

You walked further down the path, tugging her alongside you once she stopped.

You didn't notice but naturally, you drifted together like icebergs, huddling away from the slight breeze you weren't prepared for.

"I didn't mean to miss your call."

Everything quieted once you said that, you said the code word.

"I just didn't think you would contact me that late. I just figured you'd be tired after performing so I would have been an afterthought."

The little crease between her eyebrows got prominent, now she was rocking the scowl. She pulled your arm back, making you stop and look at her confused.

"When have you ever been an afterthought to me?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. This tour seems a little tougher. We don't talk as much as I would like to."

She doesn't stop the subtle disgust that wash across her face.

"Oh? Is that why you're making pizza with other women and letting them kiss you?"

You feel like a physical question mark forms over your head. You wanted to pretend you didn't remember what she was talking about but flashes of your bad decisions still haunted you right now.

Alcohol makes people do wild things.

"It was just a cheek kiss, Jeongie. You're acting like we were making out."

"You might as well had been!"

You eyed her with disbelief.

"Is this what you meant when you said 'don't forget me'? Did you think I was replacing you or something?"

Suddenly she's looking at the building behind you, the bags floating in the sky are more interesting than making eye contact with you.

"Hey," your hands comes up to her cheek, your touch is firm, tilting her head until she was forced to see you. "Look at me. Tell me what's up."

"It's just I kissed you like that months ago. How do I know that it meant anything to you if you're letting everyone nibble on your cheeks?"

A small laugh escapes you.

"Jeongyeon. Do you think I would have hopped a plane in the middle of the night if it meant nothing? I bought a ticket sporadically because you called and I was worried. You're my best friend."

Crushing words to someone who's been panicking.

She pushed your hand away, turning back to not meeting your stare.

"That's it?"

"Well..yeah. You're always going to be my best friend. No matter how attracted we are to each other or how much we love each other. Even when you're my girlfriend, you're still going to be my best friend."

Her pupils dilated under the Parisan streetlights. Her cheeks gained a new red hue, not caused by the sudden chill.

She could have sworn you could hear her heart beating out of her chest in the tranquil.

"What? You want me to be your girlfriend?"

"This is coming from the girl who called ME in the middle of the night just to tell me how much she liked me and how much I was occupying her mind." You nudged her a little, making a stray laugh fall.

This moment could have been plucked perfectly out of a movie, just as Na-bi had said, it was cinematic and immaculate.

The perfect moment to come in closer until you're sharing the same breath, you can feel her body heat burning you but it's not the kind you wanted to jump away from, but the kind you leaned into.

"You do pop in my mind. To be honest, I don't think you pop, you never leave. Not to sound creepy but you don't just occupy, you are wall-to-wall, embedded in my head, not leaving room for anything else. I have liked you since we met."

All tension leaves her shoulders, she fully focuses on you in the dark and you are luminous enough that she doesn't need to see anything else, it wasn't important.

Not like this was.

You lean in slow at first, just bumping your forehead with hers.

You listened as she held her breath, not wanting to breach the next thing. She thought she was going to pass out.

Not from performing in front of gobs of people but from you just rubbing your nose against hers. Instinctively, her eyes shut.

And then you ask that magic question she had wanted to hear so many months ago.

"Can I kiss you?"

She doesn't even trust her mouth to answer you properly, she just gives you a weak nod.

You had imagined this countless times before you finally got to it; where your hands would go, how she would react, how soft her lips would be.

And it was as magical as expected.

Her arms circled you, gripping into her body tighter like she was trying to get you two to become one. She might have crushed her nose a little from the force but she didn't care, everything else was too much.

You almost fall backward but she's strong, she holds you in place with all the confidence of someone who wasn't planning on letting go.

You were as hungry as she was, you had been longing for this too. Your tongue was on her fast, tracing her bottom lip as if you were asking for permission.

It's almost involuntary how her mouth opened when she gasped. It gives you ample time to bombard her.

You had kissed people before but never like this.

Years of pent-up attraction overwhelms the senses and rips your breath out of you forcefully. Your brain was basically soup, any and all other distractions were gone from vision, all you could feel was the plush of her lips.

That and your hand that had threaded in her hair.

Much to your dismay, she pulled away, out of breath.

You fight all urges to lean back in, your lungs are screaming too loud.

"That was better than I pictured it." Your words all come out on an exhale.

"What flavor is your chapstick?"

"Mango sunrise. I bought in the airplane gift shop. I wanted to be prepared."

She tries to chuckle but she's also fighting for oxygen. That doesn't stop her although from leaning in once more, pecking your lips for another taste.

"You are something else, you know that?"

Your laugh comes out hoarse but still light.

Unprecedentedly, the butterflies in your stomach were attacking you no longer, even if she took your breath away, you finally felt at ease just in her grasp.

"As long as I taste good."

"Oh, you do."

In a haze, she's still craving some type of skin so she started peppering kisses along your jaw.

You absentmindedly tilt your head up, to give her more room. Then you realized you were still in the public, doing this.

You tried to pry her off unsuccessfully but all you can feel is the tickle.

"Maybe we should go back to your room? And out of the cold, huh, babe?"

That's enough to get her off of you, staring at you with a wild lustful look in her irises.

She moved quicker than you had ever seen in your life, pulling you down the trail you just walked all over again, back to her hotel room.

EPILOGUE

Nayeon's been trying to sleep for the past hour but for some reason, Jeongyeon has been making unheard of sizes of ruckus. So much so it sounded like she was in there with multiple people.

Lifting weights.

Groans and whines vibrated off the wall, not enough for the whole floor to hear but just enough to bug her and make sure she was not well-rested for her day tomorrow.

She tried pressing a pillow to her ears, putting on her headphones. She even tried to look up one of the white noise videos to drown it out.

But nothing was working.

She thought about just texting her friend, telling her to keep it down, that other people were trying to sleep on this floor. But it didn't seem like enough, she needed to get the noise to cease now.

She angrily thrusted her bunny slippers on and snatched her fuzzy robe off the chair with a gruff.

She stomped over with all the fury of a woman cheated out of her hours.

She banged on the door; if she could make the noise, she could stand to hear it.

"What is going on in there?" She whispered as if she could hear through the door. And she must've because the sound stopped.

"People are trying to sleep."

There was a bunch of scuffling around, things being pushed around, legs scattering around like they were hoping to get out before Nayeon realized they were in there.

Soon enough, her friend appeared and opened the door.

"Yeah, hi. Are you having an orgy in here?"

Her eyes slim as if what she said was wild.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? The sounds. Through the wall. It sounds like porn."

It was just a joke in the beginning, just razzing because she was sleep-deprived. But then she actually looked at Jeongyeon.

Her hair was tousled in the style of a movie star, she looked like when a fictional character woke up with messy hair. Her shirt is buttoned incorrectly. And most significantly, all the purple bruises that painted her skin.

Now Nayeon was the confused one.

"Wait, are you seriously having sex in there? With who?" She stood up on her tippy toes in hopes of getting a glimpse of whatever Parisian her friend might have invited into her bed. But Jeongyeon pulls it shut slightly.

"No one!"

All of her composure diminishes when you cough behind her, muttering a sorry that causes a hefty eye roll.

When she looks back to Nayeon, she's cheesing like Spongebob.

"Y/n's in there, isn't she?"

Jeongyeon's quick to shake her head but it's unconvincing.

"Hi, Y/n." She greets past her shoulder.

"Hey, Nay." You replied.

"Aw! She came to Paris for you?! You two are so cute!" Nayeon sung, she reaches out to tickle like she had done before but Jeongyeon's faster this time, pushing her back down the hallway to her room.

"This is why I never tell you anything!"

[cazeeee]

NEED that rough make out, hands roaming and close contact with her SO BAD

[angelicsoulic]

miss megan skiendiel i’m genuinely on my knees for you. just tell me to do anything ; whether it’s making you dinner, washing the dishes, cleaning the house, making the bed filled with red hearts & proper sheets, i could even be a dog or cat for you if needed. i could eat you out whenever you feels like it ; even waking me up in the middle of the night in order to please you. i’m so down bad for you mommy.

[angelicsoulic]

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web ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

. ✦ ݁˖ synopsis huh yunjin—secretly spider-woman—gets caught outside your window at 2 a.m., turning a failed patrol into a confession she definitely didn’t plan. between awkward chaos and soft teasing, one very obvious crush finally gets its answer

. ✦ ݁˖ disclaimer spider-woman! huh yunjin x fem! reader, wlw, fluff, comedy, yunjin’s basically a simp for reader, super-hero AU

. ✦ ݁˖ a/n in honour of celebration’s release tomorrow, here i am writing about my two favorite things on earth ; le sserafim & spiderman :’) is it just me or i feel like my non-katseye’s fics are flopping… please don’t let it flop loves ㅠㅠ

. ✦ ݁˖ song playing my moon my man — feist

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yunjin did not mean to become spider-woman

okay—that was a lie. she absolutely meant to become spider-woman

what she didn’t mean to do was get stuck hanging upside down outside your apartment window at 2:13 a.m., mask slightly crooked, hair falling out of her bun, and one web line suspiciously attached to what looked like a very expensive wind chime

“…yunjin?”

yunjin froze

slowly—very slowly—she turned her head. Inside the apartment, framed by soft lamplight and wearing an oversized hoodie, stood you. awake. beautiful. confused. holding a cup of tea like this was a completely normal thing to witness

yunjin considered pretending to be a decorative spider

“…hi,” she said

there was a long pause

you blinked once. twice. “why are you outside my window?”

she opened her mouth… closed it

opened it again. “i can explain—“

“you’re upside down”

“i can explain that too—“

“you’re in a spider suit”

“…that part is actually the easiest to explain”

you set your tea down very carefully. “yunjin, it’s two in the morning”

“yes—“

“you’re outside my third-floor window”

“yes”

“you are dressed like—” you gestured vaguely, “—a superhero”

yunjin brightened. “spider-woman”

you stared at her

she smiled upside down

“…you’re serious”

“very”

another pause

then, to yunjin’s complete surprise, you walked closer to the window, crouched slightly, and peered at her with intense curiosity. “is it… comfortable? being upside down?”

she blinked. “uh. blood rushes to your head a little, but you get used to it”

“huh”

“and the suit is breathable”

“important”

“and i have snacks in the utility belt”

your eyes widened. “you have a utility belt?”

yunjin, eager to impress, twisted slightly and pulled out a slightly squished chocolate bar. “emergency rations”

you covered your mouth, trying—and failing—not to laugh. “you’re unbelievable”

her felt her heart do a very unhelpful thing

“thank you,” she said, a bit too softly

you leaned against the window frame, smiling now. “so. spider-woman”

“yes”

“do you fight crime?”

“yes”

“save people?”

“yes”

“eat snacks upside down outside your crush’s apartment?”

yunjin’s brain short-circuited

“…i didn’t say that last part”

you tilted your head, grin growing. “you didn’t have to”

she made a noise that could only be described as a distressed squeak

“okay, in my defense,” yunjin rushed out, “i was on patrol and i just—happened—to swing by and make sure you were safe and also maybe see your face and—this sounds worse out loud—”

you were laughing now. full-on, bright, warm laughter that made her forget gravity entirely

“you patrol my building?” you asked

“specifically your window, yes”

“that’s either incredibly romantic or deeply concerning”

“can it be both?”

you considered that. “i’ll allow it”

yunjin beamed

then her web creaked ominously

both of you looked up

“…is that supposed to happen?” you asked

“no..”

the web snapped

yunjin yelped—and immediately shot another web, catching the edge of the window just in time. she swung forward slightly, now much closer than before. like, very close

close enough that she could see every detail of your face

close enough that your breath hitched

“oh,” you said softly

“oh,” yunjin echoed

they stayed like that for a moment—suspended between outside and inside, between ridiculous and something a little more

you reached out, gently tugging yunjin’s mask down just enough to reveal her eyes fully. “hi,” you said again, quieter this time

she swallowed. “hi”

“you’re a disaster,” you murmured

“i know”

“you’re also… kind of cool”

yunjin lit up like a city skyline. “really?”

you smiled. “really”

there was a pause

then yunjin, because she had exactly zero survival instincts when it came to you, blurted: “do you want to go on a date with spider-woman?”

you raised an eyebrow. “am i dating you or your alter ego?”

“…two-for-one deal?”

you laughed again. “tempting”

yunjin held her breath

you leaned closer, just a little. “only if spider-woman promises not to lurk outside my window like a lovesick raccoon”

“no promises”, she said directly

you flicked her forehead

“OW—okay, okay, i promise!”

“good.” your smile softened. “then yes”

yunjin’s brain officially left her body

“yes?”

“yes”

she whooped—forgot she was attached to a web—swung slightly—overcorrected—and bonked lightly into the window frame

you winced. “graceful”

“i’m usually cooler than this,” yunjin mumbled

“i doubt it”

“…that’s fair”

you pushed the window open a bit more. “come inside before you injure yourself again, spider-woman”

yunjin hesitated. “are you sure?”

you extended a hand

she took it

and just like that—superpowers, web-slinging, midnight chaos and all—yunjin climbed into the apartment, heart racing for entirely non-hero-related reasons

as you handed her a proper, non-squished snack and sat her down on the couch, you shook your head, smiling fondly

“you know,” you said, “most people bring flowers when they like someone”

yunjin grinned. “i can bring flowers next time”

you tilted your head. “next time?”

she leaned back, a little smug now. “we have a date, remember?”

you laughed, soft and bright. “we do”

yunjin paused

“…can i still keep the suit on?”

you looked her up and down, pretending to think

“…only if you keep the utility belt”

“deal”…

[cazeeee]

much better🥰

[kickdopeshit]

Fall For Your Type ✹ Megan Skiendiel

♫ playgirl megan skiendiel x sorority soccerplayer blackfem!reader

Megan misses one of your very important games, and now she's fighting to get you back.

✷ angst profanity slightly suggestive towards the end

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Megan was treating the night like any other night, her noise-canceling headphones on, listening to her playlist. Christmas break had just started, so she was all cozy in bed.

Her headphones must’ve been working too well to hear the loud knocking on her door that she didn’t notice until the song she was listening to faded out, making her hurry and rush over to open it. 

When she opened the door, she didn’t expect to see a teary-eyed y/n staring her in her face. “y/n wha-“ she tried to say before she was forcefully pushed away from the door back into the middle of the room.

Y/n walked in the room and closed the door behind her forcefully, making it echo, “Where were you, Mei? You missed my game.” She sniffled. 

“Y/n I-“ Megan tried to speak again, but y/n wasn’t going for it.

“It was important, you do know that, right mei?” 

Megan was too scared to say anything, so her response came out as a mumble. “Yes, I do know tha-“

“Then why weren’t you there? Why did I have to look out to the crowd and not see your face? Why did I have to keep wondering if you were even coming? You didn’t even have the decency to tell me you weren’t coming.” She rambled, maintaining eye contact. 

“Don’t you know that my parents were there, right? I wanted you to meet them.”

Megan gulped hard. That was one of the reasons she didn’t go to the game. She was going to give an excuse that she accidentally overslept and missed the game, but she obviously couldn’t do that anymore. 

She stayed silent, not knowing what to say, which left y/n to do the talking. 

“Be honest, why are you with me?” Y/n asked, a tear rolling down her face. “Do you even want to be with me, or have you been playing with my feelings this whole time?”

Megan shook her head, “No… y/n I would never want to do that.” 

“Well, it feels like you are, and it’s hurting me megan, you’re hurting me.”

oh no, she used her name. megan knew she was in some deep, deep shit now. 

That’s when y/n’s tears started becoming consistent and flowing down her face. Megan wanted to step forward and wipe them away, but she was too scared and frozen in place to move, knowing she was the cause of them.

“It feels like I'm the only one trying here, and it's getting exhausting. If you still wanted to be the school's playgirl, then you should’ve let me know that at the beginning of this.” 

Y/n scoffed, biting her lip. “I knew I should've listened when people said I shouldn't have tried anything with you, but being the person I am, I gave you a chance. What a mistake.” 

Megan’s face dropped. y/n thought they were a mistake? 

“You think we’re a mistake?” she mumbled, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“I don’t even know what we are megan.” 

From that moment, it was just silence. Neither of them knew what to say or how it got to this point. 

“I think we should stop.” 

Megan’s eyebrow subtly lifted, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she hesitated. “Stop what?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. 

“We should stop this.” Y/n signaled between them. “I think we should break up.” 

Those six words. y/n just said the six words anyone would dread when they’re in a relationship. 

Megan shook her head so fast that it was about to come off. “Y/n, no” 

“Yes, Megan, this obviously isn’t working out, and I don’t want to waste my time wondering if you feel the same or if you're just playing me for a joke.”

Megan stepped close to y/n, putting her hands on her waist. She was taller than y/n by a few inches, so she was towering over her. “I would never play with your feelings as a joke.” 

y/n looked up to meet Megan’s eyes, who was also teary. “And I would like to believe that megan, but you haven’t shown me that.”

Megan put her forehead on y/n’s and closed her eyes. “Baby, you have to believe me, please believe me.”

“Thank you for the five months megan. I’ll never forget it,” she moved her forehead away from Megan’s and went to give her a long, pressing kiss on her cheek. 

She moved her head back after the kiss, seeing the tears that were now coming down Megan’s face, wiping them. “Now you can go be with whoever you're meant to be with,” she whispered. 

After that, y/n moved Megan’s hands off of her waist and 

turned around slowly to leave. When she got to the door, she gave Megan one last look before opening it to leave, closing it with a loud thud.

Megan was stuck in a daze in the middle of the room. She couldn’t grasp what had just happened; her mind wouldn’t let her.

She fucked up big time. She could’ve just told y/n how she felt, and she would’ve understood. She didn’t want to be with anyone else; she wanted to be with y/n, which brought her to her next move. 

She had to follow y/n right now. She couldn’t let five months go to waste. This moment was probably one of the first times where she couldn't lose the girl. Not today, not ever.

Yes, she’d admit she was a player at times, but when she met y/n, all that childish nonsense flew out the window and sank deep into the bottom of the ocean like all the other lost stuff.

She quickly put on a different set of clothes as fast as she could, searching for her shoes that she had thrown somewhere in the dorm.

“Ugh, where are they?” She searched in panic, feeling y/n slipping away every second she wasn't there to apologize. She was too occupied to realize she was basically tearing up the whole room. 

At the same moment, her roommate, Daniela, walked into the room and stopped at the door when she saw the state the dorm was in. 

“What the… what is going on? And why were you not at the game?” She looked over all the mess in disbelief. 

“Y/n just left, and she just broke up with me, and I have to follow her before I lose her forever, and I can’t let that happen. 

Daniela’s eyes went wide, and she shut the door. “Y/n broke up with you? What in the hell, Megan?” She rubbed her forehead. “That girl is so sweet, maybe even too sweet for you.” 

“You do know that game was very important to her, right? like she’s been talking about and waiting on it for the longest.” 

“Yes… I did know that,” Megan said frantically, still searching for her shoes 

“Megan, oh my god, this is not the time to act like you don’t care. You’re supposed to be her girlfriend. You’re supposed to show up for her.  Her parents were there, it was the last game of her season, and they won the championship.” 

That made Megan stop moving altogether, and she turned her head over to look at Daniela. “They won?” 

Daniela nodded in response. “Megan, she wanted you to meet her parents. She wanted you to be there.”

Megan’s jaw tightened, and she stood up off the floor. “You don’t think I know that dani, that’s the whole reason I didn’t go. 

Daniela pulled her eyebrows together in confusion. “What do you mean that’s the whole reason you didn’t go? So you missed not going to her game and missed meeting her parents on purpose? Megan, what is wrong with you?”

“Everything is wrong with me, Dani,” she shouted, stepping up to Daniela. I can’t give that girl what she wants or needs. My heart can’t take all this, and my mind doesn’t move fast enough for me to feel everything I’m meant to be feeling. If I met her parents, that means it becomes real, and she deserves someone better. 

“First of all, that’s not something for you to decide by yourself. How do you even know if she wants someone else? I’m not sure if you’ve been paying attention, but that girl loves you, Megan. doubt what people told her about you; she gave you a chance. She looks at you like you’re the only person she can see, and you blow it all up for what, because you’re scared? 

Daniela just read Megan like a book, and she hated that. 

Megan gulped. “I’m not scared.”

“The hell you are.” Daniela chastised Megan, hitting her on the arm. “You’re an idiot, skiendiel. Are you seriously willing to lose the girl you love because you’re scared of it being real, or do you still want to be labeled as a playgirl 

“I do-“ Megan started, but was cut off by Daniela

“And don’t lie and say you don’t love her because from any point of view, anyone can see that you do.”

Megan groaned and rubbed her face. “What am I gonna do, Dani? I messed everything up. I’m scared.” 

“Well, the first thing to do is hurry and go after her and explain why you missed her game. Then you probably have to beg on your knees for forgiveness.”

“That’s what I was planning to do, but I can't find my shoes,” Megan explained as she began scavenging the room again. 

“Megan, are you seriously looking for one specific pair of shoes when you have a rack full of them? I think this situation has you losing it because you need to go.” 

“You’re right, you’re so right,” Megan said, going over to the shoe rack, quickly grabbing a pair and not caring which ones, putting them on. 

“Bye, Dani,” she shouted as she was going out the door, not hearing Dani wishing her good luck before she was down the hallway. 

What Daniela failed to mention is that it was raining, so she was soaked while going as fast as she could on her sportsbike, definitely going over 100mph, and praying she didn't get pulled over or that she hydroplaned. 

She felt like an idiot, an airhead if you must.

This nonchalant facade she was still trying to put on herself because she was actually so scared of being in love, and now she's possibly lost the girl of her dreams and her life over something that was totally her fault. 

She should've actually tried harder to get over her fear, but who was she kidding? She was too caught up in trying not to fall deeper. 

What was she going to do if y/n didn’t forgive her? Did she ruin everything forever? She kept playing scenarios over in her head, and she didn’t like any of the outcomes. 

Then all the memories of their dates, the secret make outs in the library or in a storage closet filled with custodial cleaning products, the sneaking into her sorority house at night after curfew, and the late night study sessions interrupted by meat always trying to kiss y/n playfully annoying her, started to infiltrate her mind.

She didn’t know what was wrong with herself or why she even thought of treating y/n in any way that y/n felt hurt because of her. It’s like self-sabotage was her forte, and if it were a class on it, she would have an A. 

The sorority house was getting closer in her view, and the closer she got, the more her stomach started to churn, and the bile in her stomach started to rise into her throat.

She got in front of the house, turned her bike off, kicked the stand out, took off her helmet, put it on the handle, then quickly got off the bike and speed walked up to the door, giving it three knocks.

One of the sorority sisters opened the door, surprised to see her. “Megan! Come in, it’s freezing and raining out here. 

She hurriedly got into the house and felt immediate warmth.

“It’s nice to see you. We missed you at the game,” the sorority sister said as she shut the door. 

Megan scratched her head, reminded that she had missed an important game. “Yeah, something happened, and I couldn’t come,” she lied. “Um- can I see y/n?”

“Oh? She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” 

“She went home for break. She’s flying back to North Carolina with her parents tonight. I thought she would’ve told you.” 

The small hope that Megan had was gone. How was she going to apologize if y/n wasn’t even in the same state as her? 

“Oh,” Megan muttered. She had to call Daniela, and she had to call her now before she broke down. “Do you mind if I step into the bathroom real quick? I need to call someone.

“No, yeah, it’s not a problem, go ahead. The one at the bottom isn’t working, so you’ll have to go upstairs, and it's going to be the first door on your right.” 

“Alright, thank you so much.”

Megan's clothes and hair were wet, and she felt disgusted as she hurried up the stairs; her leather jacket squeaked every time she moved. 

She finally got to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, pulling her phone from her jacket pocket and went to Daniela's contact, pressing the call button. It rang a few times before Daniela finally picked up.

Mei, how did it go?

She’s not here dani 

what do you mean she’s not there? 

she went home for break… you don’t think it’s because of me right?

 I don’t know megan, it’s hard to say if 

megan felt like she was about to start crying again, but she sucked it up 

dani I have to go to her

you have to go to her where? to north carolina? megan are you crazy?

for her i might just be

megan you don’t even know where she lives at, you don’t have an address

I know but her sorority sister might.

megan heard daniela scoff over the phone.

wow y/n has really got you whipped

shut up, i’m getting on the first flight tomorrow morning. 

you already brought the ticket?

well no, but i’m about to

this is the first time i'm seeing you devoted in something, maybe you have changed skiendiel. 

I would hope so. I’m hanging up now bye dani

bye megan

She guessed what people say is true, “you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” 

She stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, calming herself, then went downstairs and asked the sorority sister if she knew where y/n lived, and, thankfully for Megan, she did. 

The next thing she did was book the flight and a hotel in North Carolina, and she was going to have to be up bright and early tomorrow morning. 

This was probably the earliest Megan had ever woken up to catch a flight in her life. She stayed up all night packing and was tired out of her mind.

Daniela had to double-check with her to make sure she had everything she needed and didn’t forget anything important. 

Going through TSA was a breeze, and she didn’t have any problems with that, but rather with the fact that the flight was delayed by two hours, meaning she really woke up early for no reason. 

So to pass the time, she just re-watched one of her favorite shows while thinking about what she was going to say to y/n. She had an unsettling feeling in her stomach all night that wouldn’t pass, and she still felt like she had to throw up. 

She was really going all the way to North Carolina to apologize to y/n. She couldn’t ever imagine herself doing that for any other person other than her family. 

Like a prayer, there was an announcement over the intercom.

Good morning, passengers. Our flight seems to be early rather than delayed this morning, so now it’s time to announce that we are pre-boarding flight 42A to North Carolina. We are now inviting passengers with small children and any passengers who need special assistance to begin boarding. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in ten minutes. Thank you.

This was it. The final moment before she was in the air on the way to y/n. It was real, and it was happening, and she was terrified, but her doing all this had to mean something, right? She really hoped it did. 

By the time it was time for regular boarding, she already had all her stuff ready and was getting into the line. She prayed to whoever was listening that she’d get her girl back. 

The flight had landed, and Megan could feel the four hours of the flight from the crick she had in her neck. The first thing she did was order an Uber, which would take 15 minutes to get there, and then she texted Daniela. 

I landed 👍

Good job soldier now go get your girl 🫡

Megan smiled and clicked off Dani’s messages, only to be met with her home screen, which was a picture of y/n kissing her cheek. Y/n hadn't been gone for that long, but to Megan, it felt like it had been an eternity. 

She made her way to the baggage claim to pick up her suitcase so she could be outside when her Uber arrived. She can’t even remember all that she packed because she was so worried about everything that was going on.

When she got outside, her Uber was pulling up and parking. She asked the driver if he could pop the trunk so she could put her suitcase in there. 

She finally got situated and was in the car and ready to have a silent ride to her y/n’s house until her driver started talking to her.

“So what brings you to North Carolina?” he asked curiously.

Megan didn’t really have it in her to have a conversation right now, but she didn’t want to be rude. 

“umm… It’s a long and embarrassing story,” she replied.

“Well, we have an hour before we get to where you need to be going, and so I’m all ears.” 

She couldn’t believe she was about to tell a stranger about her love life; this had probably got to be another one of the lowest moments of her life. 

“My girlfriend broke up with me, and I’m here to apologize.” 

“Oh,” the driver muttered. “You must’ve done something really bad, huh?”

“Yeah, I um- I missed a very important game for her, her parents were there, and everything.” Talking about this again was making Megan upset with herself. 

“Did you have a good reason?” 

Megan’s eyebrow raised in confusion. “Did I have a good reason for what?”

“Did you have a good reason you didn’t go to her game?” the driver questioned.

Megan hummed and thought to herself. She didn’t have a good reason at all, other than being scared. 

Wow, I really am an idiot

She cleared her throat and started talking. “I was scared of meeting her parents. I know it’s not a good reason, but it was feeling too real, and I got scared, but I ended up losing her. 

The driver was silent for a minute before speaking. “This reminds me of me, I lost someone I loved too.”

Megan’s eyes went wide. She didn’t say anything about love. How did he know that?

“I didn’t say anything about love… ho- how did you know?”

The driver chuckled. “Kid, you flew all the way to North Carolina for her; in no way is that the act of someone who isn’t in love. 

Megan had been read for the second time, and this time by a stranger. Was it really that obvious? 

“Anyway, I was in the same predicament as you. I was young and in love with this girl, and it had been going good until I fucked it all up because she wanted me to meet her family.” The driver explained. “Just like you, I was scared and a pussy, and she ended up breaking up with me. 

Now, Megan was confused. Did he just call her a pussy, or was he calling himself one? She didn’t know at this point and just kept listening to his story. 

“My biggest mistake was not fighting for her like you’re doing for your special lady. I wanted a life and family with her and missed out on what could’ve been the best years of my entire life, now I’m a damn Uber driver.” He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Kid, you’re doing the right thing, even if you’re still scared, you’re doing something that I never would have done, and you’ve got guts, and you’re so brave. so, so brave.” 

brave. 

That word stuck to Megan’s mind like glue. She never thought of herself as brave; she always felt like a coward who couldn’t express her feelings, but now she was feeling a smudge of confidence within herself that would probably go away fast, very soon, but at least it was there for now. 

“Thank you…” Megan had realized she had never asked the driver his name.

“Jerry,” he responded.

“Thank you so much, Jerry.”

“It’s no problem, kid.” 

The next thing Megan knew, the car was slowing down and stopping in front of a house. 

 it’s been an hour? 

They must’ve been talking so long that she didn’t even realize it. 

Jerry turned around in his seat. “Alright, kid, we’re at your destination, and remember, stay brave, and you've got this.” He held out his hand for a fist bump, which she appreciated, bumping their knuckles together. 

He popped the trunk so she could get her suitcase out, and after that, they said their goodbyes, and Jerry's car was slowly disappearing in the distance.

Now that Megan was thinking about it, she should’ve maybe gotten situated at the hotel before coming to y/n's house, but in the moment, she really wasn’t thinking. 

She was scared out of her mind. She was actually there, but she forgot everything she was going to say. Then out of nowhere, the bile in her throat decided it was time to come up, making her retch into the grass, emptying everything that she had eaten or drunk.

That went on for a minute or two before she felt okay enough to walk up to y/n’s porch with her very heavy suitcase. Her heart was down into her stomach, and she was trembling.

okay mei you got this

She hesitantly and slowly brought her hand up to knock on the door, and let it stay an inch away from the door before gaining the courage to knock on it. 

Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, then she heard footsteps from somewhere in the house. Then she was face-to-face with y/n’s sister manon. Megan recognized her because y/n had a picture up of both of them in her room.

Manon didn't look very happy, which made Megan gulp loudly. 

“Megan?” she questioned, confusedly. “How the hell are you here?”

“You know me?” 

“Of course, I know you, you don’t think my sister talks about you? Oh, and she also told me what you did, you shit head. Did you fly all the way here from Cali?” 

okay she deserved that

“Ye- Yeah, I did, I came to apologize.” 

“So let me get this straight. You missed my sister's championship game; she broke up with you, so you came all the way from cali to north carolina to apologize to her, and you expect me to let you in.

Megan was distraught and honestly even more worried. “I me- mean…" You don’t have to let me in, I- I just want to talk to her properly,” she rambled.

Manon started to laugh at the state Megan was in. “Okay, calm down, Megan, even though I’m not happy with how you treated my sister. I believe you have good intentions since you flew all the way here. I’m not going to stand in the way of my sister's relationships, so whatever she decides to do, that’s up to her.”

“Her room is upstairs at the end of the hall, and don’t tell her I let you in, tell her it was one of our brothers or something.” 

Megan started nodding quickly, thankful that manon wasn’t too angry at her. 

manon moved over to the side and let her in. She decided to leave her suitcase on the porch since she probably wouldn’t be in the house for long.

“Thank you, Manon,” Megan whispered, giving her a small smile.

Manon nodded in response. “Good luck.” 

Megan was getting dangerous déjà vu from last night as she was walking up the stairs. Her heart started beating triple times again, and the bile feeling was back, and she was praying to god that she wasn’t about to throw up again. She stopped at the top of the stairs, closed her eyes, and caught her breath to make the feeling go down a bit. She breathed in, exhaled, and then kept walking.

When she reached the end of the hallway, she was face-to-face with y/ns door. It was decorated with her name and some old pictures of herself. It was one picture where she looked so precious, it made her smile. 

She was staring at the picture a little too long, almost forgetting why she was there. She shook her thoughts away and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she heard y/n shout from the other side of the door. She hadn’t heard her voice in hours, and it honestly sounded like music to her ears.

She let out a breath before putting her hand on the doorknob, twisting it, and opening the door. The first thing she saw was y/n sitting up on her bed watching something that was on her TV. She hadn’t acknowledged Megan yet and thought it was manon coming to check on her.

“manon you jus-“ she stopped her sentence when she realized it wasn’t manon standing at her door. “Megan…” she questioned, her eyes furrowing together like she had just seen an unknown creature enter her room. 

She paused what she was watching and got off the bed, keeping a distance away from her. “What are you doing here? How did you even know where I lived?”

“I uh… asked one of your sorority sisters, sorry if that was invasive i- i just had to talk to you. I was trying to last night, but then I found out you came home for break.” 

y/n crossed her arms around her chest. “Yeah, sorry, I must’ve forgot to mention that,” she responded high-key being petty. “Did you fly all the way here to tell me you wanted to talk to me or…?”

This was already not going well 

Megan thought in her head. She needed to explain, and she had to hurry before y/n kicked her out of her house. She closed the door behind her and walked an inch closer toward y/n, but still kept a good amount of distance. 

“y/n there’s no words I can say for you to forgive me, but I’m going to try anyway, and I hope you’ll hear me out,” Megan spoke, trying to stop her voice from quivering. I’m sorry if I say something wrong, as I'm saying this, and I'm going to try to be as honest as possible, which is something I should’ve done since the beginning.” 

Y/n sat back down on her bed and gestured for Megan to sit down too. Megan tried to keep her composure, but her leg was bouncing with nervousness, betraying her. 

“Well, go ahead,” y/n said, nodding towards Megan to start talking 

She rubbed her clammy hand on her pants and began speaking. “I want to start out by saying I’m so, so sorry, and I know that’s not much saying much, but I really am. She admitted, looking down at the floor, too afraid to look y/n in the eye. “I don’t want you to think I was playing you at all. I’m serious, I would never do that to you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, y/n.”

Megan could see that y/n was looking at her from the corner of her eye, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back. not quite yet. 

“I was so scared y/n when you told me you wanted me to meet your parents. I’ve never gotten that far in any of my relationships to meet anyone’s parents. and that’s not an excuse for how I made you feel.” 

“Megan, look at me,” y/n said sternly. Megan was scared and stubborn, so she didn’t, which caused y/n to shift closer to her, grab her chin, and turn her face towards her so she could look her in the eyes. 

“If you felt that way, then why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered. Megan could hear the hurt in y/n’s voice, and it was about to make her cry. Never in a million years did she want y/n to think she was afraid to come to her about her feelings. “Why did you keep it bottled in? I wouldn’t have made you meet them if you weren’t ready megan.”

She could see tears forming in y/n's eyes. “And I know that, but my mind took over, and then I started overthinking.”

“What if they thought I wasn’t good enough for you? What if I messed up and made a fool of myself? What if they thought you deserved someone else? All these questions flowing through my brain all just got too loud and made me miss out on something very important to you, and I know I can’t take that back.”

y/n scoffed, shaking her head. “Megan, these are things people are supposed to talk about when they’re in a relationship,” she said as she caressed Megan’s cheek with her thumb. “It doesn’t matter to me if my parents thought I deserved someone else when all I wanted was you.”

the word wanted. past tense  

so y/n didn’t want her anymore, or was she otherthinking again? 

Y/n was up here comforting her when it should’ve been the other way around. “You said I hurt you.”

“What?” y/n mumbled, taking her hand off Megan's cheek to wipe her own tears. 

“Last night, when you were in my room, you said I was hurting you. I really did, didn’t I?” 

y/n wasn’t going to sugarcoat it and nodded. “I was really hurt when I didn’t see you in the crowd. Not wanting to meet my parents didn’t mean you didn’t have to come. I won my first championship, and you weren’t there, Mei. I needed you there. I felt so proud of myself, and I wanted you to be there to see it.” 

oh megan was really the worst idiot ever.

“It made me feel like the relationship has been one-sided this whole time, and you were playing me, which made me feel so stupid.”

Megan shook her head and brought her hands to each side of y/n’s head. “You're not stupid, baby. It's all me, I’m the stupid one, I should’ve communicated my feelings to you, that’s all on me, you didn’t do anything.” 

She wiped y/n’s tears this time. This was just a teary-eyed mess. “I want you, y/n. Not anyone else,” Megan confessed. “I want the good and the ugly; I don’t care, just as long as you’re there.” I love you, okay?” Her voice started breaking at this point. “Even if you don’t believe me, even if you think I’m just saying it to say it. I, Megan Skiendiel, love you y/n l/n, and nothing will ever change that. Even if you decide to be with someone else and I have to deal with it, I’ll still love you.” 

y/n believed Megan, she really did, but she needed some time to process her thoughts. “I know you do, Megan,” she sniffed, grabbed Megan's forearm, and kissed the middle of her palm. “I- I need time and space to process all of this and get my thoughts together before I can say anything.”

Megan nodded in understanding. She stood up from the bed, y/n’s eyes following her the whole time. “I’m here for three more days after today at the Comfort Inn if you want to come and talk, and if not, that’s okay too. I understand. 

y/n nodded, it felt like that was the only thing she could do without speaking because her voice would’ve failed her. Megan cleared her throat for what felt like the millionth time today. “I’m gonna go. bye y/n” 

y/n wiped her eyes once more. “Bye, Megan,” she whispered. 

Megan knew she probably shouldn’t do what she was about to do, but forget it if it was over and this was her last memory with y/n, then she wanted to make it count. 

She leaned down and captured y/n’s lips into a kiss, catching her off guard, bringing her hands to y/n’s face, which made y/n bring her hands to Megan's neck. The kiss was slow, y/n’s lips were soft like silk velvet bed sheets. She will never forget how intoxicating kissing her feels. y/n strawberry scent was infiltrating her nose, and she knew she had to stop before she got too carried away. 

She broke the kiss and rested her forehead on y/ns, closing. “I love you,” she whispered, hoping y/n really believed her.

“I know,” y/n responded, out of breath from the kiss, even if it wasn’t rushed. She moved her hand from Megan’s neck to her cheek. “You should go, Megan.”

 “I know.” 

With that, Megan leaned up and backed away from y/n. If that was really her last time getting to kiss y/n, then it was worth it.  No more words were said as Megan left y/n’s room and made her way out, thankfully not running to anyone in the house. 

She booked an Uber, which came in less than ten minutes, which she very much appreciated. She was ready to lie down after everything that had just happened. 

As she suspected, there’s been dead silence from y/n ever since that day in her room. 

Megan found out she had a few family members in the state, so she had been spending her time there catching up with them, looking out for a text from y/n every once in a while, but deep down she knew it wasn’t coming. 

Now it was her last day in North Carolina, and she was leaving that night. y/n not contacting her was probably the answer that it was over, but she still had the decency to text her to let her know it was her last day in NC. 

But that was on her; she had dug her own grave, and now she was lying in it, which she was fine with.

She was currently packing while listening to Mine by Beyoncé on the speaker she had brought when her phone buzzed. She quickly went over to her phone on the bed and saw it was only a message from Dani.

Any word from y/n?

no

i think it’s over dani 

don’t say that so soon megan there could still be a chance she comes

dani i leave for the airport in three hours shes not coming

i’d still have faith

i still have a little of my dignity left so i’ll take that. i’m gonna finish packing i’ll see you later on tonight

bye mei 

She might’ve lied about having any dignity because she definitely didn’t feel like she had any left in her.  At least she was at peace now with telling y/n everything about her feelings and letting her explain.

She was startled by the continuous loud knocking at her door, which was probably one of her family members wanting to say bye before she left

“Okay, okay, I’m coming, hold your horses.” She hurried up, got off the floor, opened the door, and it was none of her family members. 

it was y/n

Megan was frozen, her mouth hanging open in surprise. “y/n?” she asked, not sure if she was seeing things.

Y/n didn’t let Megan get another word out before inviting herself into the room. “I know you weren’t going to leave me without saying bye, skiendiel.”

Megan shut the door behind her, confused about what was even happening. “I- I thought you wanted space, and I texted you that I was leaving tonight.” 

“I know, and I really thought you knew me better than that, you idiot.” 

“Okay, I’m so confused right now, so you didn’t want me to text you, or did you? Wait… how did you get here? How did you know what room I was in?” Megan was so lost that a compass wouldn’t even be able to help her.

“I texted Daniela for your room number, and Manon drove me here, and oh, be thankful for both of them because if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be here right now.” 

“Tell me, do you love me?” y/n blurted out of nowhere, surprising Megan. 

Megan narrowed her eyes. Was this supposed to be a trick question? She didn’t know, but her heart was beating faster by the second, and she didn’t want to say anything wrong.

She swallowed slowly. “What? You know I do y/n I-“ 

y/n slightly shook her head and cut her off. “That's not what I asked you to tell me megan. I said, "Tell me, do you love me?” 

Megan wasn’t sure what she was getting at all. “Yes, I love you, y/n. I don’t understand what’s going on right now,” she explained, nervously biting her lip. 

Y/n's eyes were starting to fill up with tears like water in a pool. “You can’t kiss me like I’m the only girl for you and then leave three days later like it’s nothing. You can’t make me feel like I’m melting like butter and leave me here.”

That's when her tears started flowing down her face, and her nose began to run. “I want to believe that you’ll never hurt me again. I want to be able to trust you, and I want you to feel comfortable coming to me about your feelings. Can you do that for me? Do you have the courage to be with me? Or are you going to break my heart again, Mei?” y/n questioned, searching Megan’s face for any kind of answer. 

Megan perked up hearing the word courage. Did she have the courage? she thought to herself. In the beginning, she’d admit she didn’t have an ounce of courage in her, and if she said she did back then, then she’d be lying, but now it was different. The girl she loved was standing in front of her, asking if she had the courage to be with her and not break her heart. She remembered what Daniela told her to do, and she was going to do it. 

She walked closer in front of y/n and got down on both of her knees, one by one. She shakily grabbed both of y/n’s hands, latching their fingers together. Her hands were clammy and rough compared to y/n's delicate ones. She looked up to stare into y/n's eyes, her face being tearstained.

Megan wanted to make sure she kept eye contact with y/n to show her she’s being serious. “I meant what I said that day in your room. I only want you. baby, only you. I’ll apologize as many times as you want me to until you think I’m worthy enough for you to forgive me.”

Megan's lips started trembling, and it looked like she was going to be the next one to start crying. 

“You’re asking me not to break your heart again, and I- I can’t promise that won’t because I don’t want to lie to you, and who’s to say you won’t break mine, but all i know is that i’ll try to be the best version of myself just for you and you only because you’re like all of my five senses. You’re the only one I want to wake up to every day for the rest of my life. You gave me a chance, and thank god for you every day. I want to have a family with you and maybe have three kids.” Megan chuckled through her tears when she saw that y/n was smiling. 

“I love you, yn, and if you’re willing to take a chance on us again, I’ll prove to you that you’re the only one for me, and I promise to also come to you about my feelings, no more keeping them bottled up.” 

They were both in tears. Y/n's hands came down on each side of Megan’s cheeks, wiping away her tears. She was staring so lovingly into Megan's eyes that Megan felt like bolts of lightning had just struck through her. Without warning, Y/n leaned down and pressed her lips firmly against Megan's. Megan took a deep breath, her chest rising as she deepened the kiss while standing, careful not to break it. 

She tapped y/n leg to signal for her to jump, which she did, wrapping her legs around Megan’s waist and putting her arms behind her neck, still not daring to break the kiss. The kiss was messy, almost like they hadn’t seen each other in years. 

After a few minutes, they broke the kiss so they could get some air, both out of breath 

“So, three kids, huh?” Y/n questioned, raising her eyebrows, smiling with all thirty-two of her teeth showing 

“Yeah,” Megan responded cockly, “all girls… You gonna give them to me?” 

Y/n pressed a finger into Megan’s chest. “Slow your roll, play girl, I still haven’t forgiven you yet.” 

“Oh, right… So… do you forgive me? Did I prove it to you?” Megan questioned, her chest heaving.” 

Y/n started pretending she was thinking. “Hmmm, I don’t know mei, maybe you can also prove it to me in another way too.”

Megan tilted her head up. “Oh, is that right?

“Yep, but only if you promise to stay for me?”

“Always,” Megan muttered, leaning in to kiss y/n, taking them over to the bed.

a/n : I hope you guys enjoyed reading!!!

[chaeyology]

i think im going to die a virgin

[wkwksoulgi]

Hi! Could you write a Idol!Sana x Fem!Idol!reader in which the reader is a soft masc female idol who debuted a couple of years before Twice. The reader, who is a year younger than Sana, is a charming introvert and slightly curly short hair and Sana has had a crush on the reader since her Sixteen days. The members of Twice and the members of the other group help her to get closer to the reader to become friends, and then Sana ends up confessing in the reader's house and at the end maybe a little of them making out with an ending suggesting that things are going further because they end up dating? Like fluff but not too cheesy and kind of suggestic at the end. I'm sorry if it's too specific or too long. Thank you anyway! I prefer to remain anonymous, so maybe i would be this emoji ♟️ if you dont mind?? Thank you! :)

|| your love spills right from hello

idol!minatozaki sana x idolfem!reader ; fluff

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synopsis: the language barrier did not stop your introverted self from talking to the japanese trainee. from training together to debuting in the same company, your close friendship with sana blossoms into something more.

tw// content: none!// slight unnie kink; implied sex

a/n: ty for requesting, i hope i covered all that was in the request ♟️ anon! i love prompts like these, teehee, the dynamics are so interesting to write!! no no pr, as always

wc: 3.1k

the dating realm of an idol is anything but the lovely-dovey, romantic one everyone sees in k-dramas. there are no casual dates or public affection, no lingering glances or careless laughter on the way back from a day together. one wrong move can turn into a nationwide scandal; paparazzi were anything but lenient on these things.

and yet, despite it all, idols are still human—they still yearn and fall in love, having a fierce battle between keeping the public eye happy, but also themselves happy.

and that's where sana finds herself, smacked right in the center.

—

sana is almost certain that she noticed you because you never seemed to be trying to stand out all flashy. and in an industry where effort is polished until it gleams, that absence of visible attention-seeking felt more striking than anything else she had ever seen.

it had been during the sixteen era, back when everything around her felt unbearably sharp—every evaluation a quiet threat, every glance from the judges something to dissect later in the privacy of her own spiraling thoughts—and yet, in the middle of all that pressure, her attention had slipped, just for a moment, toward the edge of the room where you stood.

you had been practicing in the dancing room, sharing the room alongside some of the sixteen girls, since all of the other ones were booked. you all took turns dancing—one group dances first, the second rests, then the second dances, the first rests, until all of you were too tired to keep going.

most of the girls started to leave for their next training schedule, heavy practice bags swaying as they bid their goodbyes. you noticed another girl in the corner, wiping her sweaty face with her shirt, a notebook in hand, as she mumbles quietly to herself. seeing that it was just you two, you decided to slip out quickly to grab drinks from the vending machine, coming back to still see her in the same place.

walking up to her, you handed her a bottle of energy juice.

"hey, you must be thirsty. i got this from the vending machine outside." she peers up at you from the ground, eyes widening slightly seeing the drink being pushed forward.

"...t-thank you..."

huh. she has a slight accent.

your eyes draw down to her notebook, the edges slightly worn like it's been carried everywhere, catching glimpses of too boxy written korean sentences, grammar patterns repeated over and over, corrections in japanese scribbled in the margins with different pen colors.

ah, she must be one of the japanese trainees. you've seen a few of them around the building before—usually in small groups, sticking close to one another.

you're usually not the type to start conversations—not really, unless you're forced into them—and even now, you can feel that familiar reluctance settling in your chest, that automatic instinct to let the moment pass, to nod politely and move on like you always do.

but something about her, the way her fingers curl tighter around the notebook, eyes casting downward as the conversation dies out, that made you want to continue it.

you mentally flip through the fragments of japanese you remember from your lessons, hoping they'll come together into something that at least resembles a coherent sentence.

"oh...," you start, voice hushed almost in a whisper, the words shifting out into unfamiliar sounds of a foreign language, "you're japanese, right?"

her head lifts almost immediately, a flicker of surprise in her expression until it follows into something softer, almost like relief.

"yes! you can speak japanese?!"

you nod, plopping yourself down in front of her as you bring your hand up, doing the 'little' motion with your fingers.

"i'm still...uh—learning...i apologize if it sounds, uhm, strange?"

for a second she just looks at you, before her lips curve up into a big smile.

and just then, she felt a warm feeling blossoming in her chest, soon realizing that she had started to like you in that moment—with your broken japanese and her equally broken korean—far too quickly, far too deeply over something so small, yet meaningful.

—

"just talk to her," nayeon says, for what feels like the hundredth time, her voice carrying that particular loudness and amusement as she watches sana pace back and forth across jihyo's living room flat.

"i do talk to her! we have each other's kakaotalk!" sana insists, though even to her own ears, the defense sounds weak.

jeongyeon snorts from the couch, not even bothering to look up from where she's sprawled out on nayeon, "i don't think 'hi, how are yous' constitute as talking much... especially when the conversation probably ends after the greetings...and i think nayeon meant like in-person, like you know, hangout then make out type thing."

nayeon cackles next to her, slapping her big hand on jeongyeon's shoulder as she rolls forward, finding whatever the girl said to be so funny.

"you guys are of absolutely no help! jihyo-chan, only you know how to help, right?" sana pouts, grabbing jihyo's hand into hers as she looks at her with puppy eyes.

"i don't know sana...it's crazy i'm saying this, but, they're right on this..."

sana ignores how both nayeon and jeongyeon lets out a "hey, we're still here!" and groans into her hands, letting out a defeating sigh because her members are so unhelpful!

(she had gone to momo and mina first, bribing them out for a meal. but momo’s attention was solely on the food and not on her love crisis, while mina said the same thing as nayeon just did…)

-

you've been in the idol industry long enough to know the ins and outs of collaborations. having debuted way back in 2013 in a five-member group, working hard your way up to where you are now, successful in more ways than you can count, you constantly felt like you were in a dream.

your connection pool had expanded immensely, not only mingling with people from your company but also with those from outside of it, hanging out with them from time to time if schedules permit. the korean news outlet always has a fun time when you do so, the boisterous headlines often had you laughing: "member from famous jyp group posted a picture of her and red velvet's seulgi hanging out together! their friendship seems to be going stronger than ever!"

so when your manager tells you you'll have a schedule on sana's fridge interview show, having been specially invited by the host herself, you were anything but calm.

because the relationship you have with her is somewhere in between the lines of friendship and something more. you both would flirt through your messages pretty often, but that was as far as it went.

your members had teased you numerous times about it, saying how you're literally head over heels for her...but is that what it was?

the sana whose name sits pinned at the top of your messages, whose texts you reread more often than you'd ever admit, who sends you voice notes at two a.m. just to complain about her schedule and then laughs softly at the end like she forgot she was recording. and you would replay it just to hear the laugh again and again.

oh.

you are head over heels for her...

what now?

-

now, sitting here with her chat glowing on your screen, with the knowledge that she chose you for this, that she wants you there, in her space, on her show, makes you hesitant for a bit.

you:

i heard about the interview!! i'm super excited, ty for inviting me huhu

she reads it right away, a response bubble with three dots popping up,

sasha washa:

i was hoping they'd tell you soon!! i am also so excited! can't wait to see what u got stocked up in that fridge of yours kkkk

you:

yeah, yeah, wtv

jus don't flirt w me too much on camera, ms. flirty pants (｡･･｡)

sasha washa:

too much...?

so a little is fine, right? ┐(´～｀)┌

you huff out a laugh, shaking your head even though she can't see you,

you:

you're impossible

sasha washa:

and you like it

you take a while to reply, the texting line blinking as seconds drag on, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

you:

keep it in your pants

sasha washa:

meanie! (｡•́︿•̀｡)

you turn off your phone, throwing it carelessly on the mattress before rubbing your warm face as you kick your feet around the bed.

(sana was also on the same page, face burrowed in her pillow as she screamed into it, causing momo to knock on her door to see if she’s okay, only to hear jihyo’s voice in the background that sana is probably gushing over you.

points taken jihyo-chan).

-

filming day arrives, with the staffs greeting you, guiding you through the usual steps that are bound to happen for the day's schedule. you catch glimpses of the setup as you're led through—a cozy layout, a fridge stocked and ready, the kind of atmosphere that encourages conversations—seeing how it caters her personality so well.

you check yourself in the big mirror on the side, making sure you look presentable and guest-like. you opted for something more comfortable than usual: a muted color button-up with your sleeves folded up neatly stopping right before your elbows, which is paired with an oversized sweater vest over it. your loose corduroy pants completes the outfit, along with simple silver accessories as the cherry on top.

as you're getting mic'd up by a staff, sana walks out from the makeup room, waving excitedly at all the staff she walks past, halting for a bit to converse with the cameraman because "your shoes are so cool! i love the colors, what brand are they?"

after the conversation ends, she turns, eyes finding yours almost immediately, like she had been aware of you before she saw you. the moment that recognition clicks into place, her entire expression shifts, brightening as she skips over to you.

"hey! you made it!" she embraces you in a hug, one that you reciprocate back just as quickly before she pulls away, her hands holding yours.

you nod excitedly, trying to hide your nervousness as she leads you into the set.

"just be yourself and have fun! i will make you the best fruit juice!"

and just like that she eases you into the scene, with her playful gestures and lingering gaze.

-

the camera rolls, the atmosphere shifts just enough to signal that this is now content. but even then, it doesn't feel entirely performative, especially not with sana.

the conversation starts light and easy—questions about your comeback, your members, your language learning journey—but it doesn't take long before it starts to drift, guided by her in that way she has, steering things just enough to make it feel natural while still geting exactly where she wants to go.

"so," she leans forward, chin resting against her hand as she looks at you, "we've known each other for a while now."

"yeah, i feel like i should be calling you sana-unnie now that i'm on your show, but formality doesn't really exist with us, really."

sana's lips part just slightly at your response, the words catching her off guard. there was a flicker of surprise that melts into amusement.

"i haven't heard that term from you ever since we told each other our age! how about you call me sana-unnie for the rest of the shoot?" she flutters her lashes at you, hands going back to prepare the drinks.

you sputter in your hands as you lean back in your seat, eyes glancing at the camera before they come back to sana.

"i-it'll sound unnatural if i do...!"

sana smirks at you, eyes almost sly-like as she answers,

"you don't want to call me unnie?" her tone almost deceptively soft as she tilts her head, hairstyle framing her face perfectly so, "but i'm older than you..."

"y-yeah...by one year!" you try to make yourself look busy, opting to help sana juice the fruits as you avoid eye contact.

"alright, fine...i'll let it pass this time." she pouts disappointedly, puppy eyes on display.

"hey—you should be using honorifics and call me s-sunbaenim!"

"oh?” she hums as her fingers graze the edge of the glass cup, “okay, sunbaenim. take care of me, alright? i'll take great care of you!" she says too sweetly, her mouth quirking with that annoying smirk of hers before changing the topic.

is it just you, or is it incredibly hot in here?

-

as the shoot wraps up with people saying their goodbyes to each other, you notice sana furrowing her brows while looking at her phone as she staggers back on the set.

"is everything alright, sana?"

she perks her head up, surprised at seeing you still here.

"oh! yeah, it's nothing..." she grimaces at the end when another notification pops up on her phone. your eyes narrow at her, not believing in her in the slightest. she pouts before giving up on her 'i'm fine' act.

"momo told me that she has jihyo over...you know what that means. so i can't go back home unless you know..." she looks away, a faint pink creeping up her cheeks.

"...and i texted the other girls, and they're all apparently going out or staying over at a friend's place, so..." she hesitates, fingers picking lightly at the edge of her sweater, "i kind of don't have a place to stay tonight..."

before your mind can catch up, your mouth was faster,

"you can stay at my place for the night! i mean—it's just me anyway and my cat that you already know, so..."

"i-i don't want to intrude!" she says too fast and reflexively.

"don't worry about it, we can order takeout and put on a show or something!"

you see the gears turning in your head, eyes showing the inner turmoil she's having.

"s-sana-unnie," your eyes barely meeting hers, "it's fine—i promise!"

she grins, a hand coming up for her to hide behind shyly,

"well, since you insisted and called me unnie, i can't say no now, can i?" and when her eyes sparkle even without the studio lights, you knew you were in deep.

-

your bellies were fully stuffed with greasy fried chicken and saucy tteokbokki, film already rolling its credits as you clean up the trash. sana had insisted on helping, but then your cat perched itself on her lap, so she had no choice but to stay on the couch to snuggle it.

"i'm jealous. that demon never lets me cuddle her for that long. she likes you more than she likes me..." you grumbled, setting yourself back on the floor as your hand reaches out to pet your cat as well.

sana was quiet for a moment, lost in thought.

"don't be jealous," you hear her take a breath before continuing, "because i like you."

the words land softly into the air, almost too softly for the deep meaning they carry.

your hand freezes mid-petting, your cat snuggling closer to sana, not caring that you stopped giving it rubs.

for a second, her words doesn't register properly in your head, like your brain is trying to decide whether they're part of the casual post-dinner haze or something you actually need to respond to. but when your eyes shift to see sana's face, you know it was the latter.

like like or as a friend like…?

she gently smooths your cat’s fur, eyes still on the sleepy little traitor in her lap, like she’s giving you time to process without forcing you to answer too rashly.

"y-you like me...?" sana giggles, opting to say it again that she likes likes you, a lot, meeting your gaze. she smiles fondly down at you, her confession hanging open, raw, and real.

"does unnie have to kiss you for you to say it back...?" and before you could say anything, she leans down, her hand coming out to grip your shirt and pulling it towards her.

her lips are soft against yours, with you tasting the remnants of the gochuchang from the sticky rice cakes from earlier, but there was a hint of her cherry chapstick you happened to pick up. you reciprocate just as eagerly, your own feelings pouring out into it.

as your cat feels itself being squished, it lets out a small meow before jumping away to the floor, making sana pull you impossibly closer with both hands now. your own makes their way to her cheeks, cupping them as she pulls back, her forehead resting against yours.

"you're having too much fun throwing that unnie term around..." you brush your nose with hers, making her scrunch it up from the tickling feeling.

sana slides down from the couch, making herself comfortable in your lap as her arms go around your neck.

"well, are you going to say you like me back? your cat seems like she likes me more than you do." she murmurs, eyes glinting as she enjoys the way your ears get redder the more she speaks.

you were the one to close the gap this time, hands on her lower back pushing her closer. she lets out a small whimper that prompts you to slip your tongue in, pulling out more of the breathy noises she makes that you want to hear more of.

a hand of hers slides down your shirt from your collar, splaying itself on your back, while the other combs through your soft, short curls. you can feel her skin radiating warmth as you pull back for air, before indulging back in because the pent-up feelings are finally getting their hit.

"seems like i have to change that then, unnie." and when your hands slide up her shirt, nails scraping against her smooth skin, you wish you had confessed sooner.

-

as you carry her to your bedroom, swollen lips that have yet to part from each other, you both don't notice your phones lighting up on the coffee table—messages stacking one after another in the group chat between twice and your group:

yoo beep beep:

so do we think they're making out yet?

haribo ha-rin:

i texted both of them individually, and they're not answering, so maybe...

thing 1 nabongs:

mission accomplished!!11! i didn't lie for nothing @_@

grandma iseul:

guys...this is the gc w them in it...

thing 2 maurmaur:

oh fuck.

hyo left the group chat.