#having kids ig idk just no one spoke to me. and i spent most of the evening playing with his baby 😐

[violentdevotion]

my life is a movie but a sad one with a really small budget

[denkamis]

hc’s about falling in love with your childhood best friend.

masterlist.

warnings: swearing ig?? it’s fluffy, mainly. i tried to make it fairly gender neutral in terms of the reader. 

notes: hi uh these were supposed to be for the dekusquad but they ended up being SO much longer than i originally intended so i cut down on the characters ;-; i struggled with bakugou’s but his ended up being the longest??? idk man, hope you guys like it <3 these are seriously just drabbles in disguise

izuku midoriya

you met at an author meetup at the local bookstore. the book was a biography about all might, ofc you were bound to meet

you were in front of him in line and he shyly complimented you on the all might t-shirt you had worn

you two basically spent the entire time talking to each other about your favourite pro heroes as you waited in line

by the time you got to the front, you were so engrossed in your own conversations that both inko and your mom figured it would just be better to take you two home for a playdate instead 

since you were friends with midoriya, that meant bakugou was also in your little circle 

you stood up to him a couple times and always checked up on midoriya after kacchan’s tiny tantrums 

midoriya appreciated that, and you two were practically inseparable 

bakugou always accused you two of teaming up against him 

you would simply link arms with midoriya, tilt your chin up high and say that you were a full package deal. two peas in a pod. two halves of a whole, always 

midoriya’s face seemed to be permanently red that entire day 

you two were pretty dedicated in school, with you wanting to persue your top picks for high school. that meant that there were lots of study dates between you two 

during those study dates, midoriya couldn’t help if his gaze lingered on you just a bit more than his notes about quirk laws 

he realized he was in love with you when you had stayed after school to look for the notebook kacchan had burnt 

“you don’t have to do this, y/n. i can find it on my own… i don’t want to make to make you stay any longer.” 

“don’t say that, izuku. i don’t mind. besides, we always stick together and we will even after you get into ua!” 

“a- after i get in?” he spoke in a disbelief. everyone had doubted him, everyone had told him that he needed a quirk in order to get in but not you

you stayed. you supported him. you believed in him. 

he grabbed your hand on instinct, startling you. “i- i-” he began stuttering, eyes darting about as the feelings he hadn’t realized resurfaced

“thank you.” 

you gave him a gentle smile, chest feeling light as your hand encased in midoriya’s squeezed his own comfortingly 

“full package deal, remember?” 

he nodded, his smile jittery and shy. you giggled, blush dancing on your cheeks as you went on your next rant about how kamui woods could totally beat mount lady in a fight 

midoriya gripped the straps of his backpack, chest feeling light and his head feeling dizzy with all the new thoughts of you flooding his mind

oh yeah, he was definitely in love with you

shouto todoroki

you were his neighbour 

well, more accurately, your grandparents were his neighbours and you visited often 

your grandparents made you get the mail in the mornings and sometimes you would see him outside in the front yard with his mother. you would wave to him, and he would give a timid wave back after some encouragement from his mother 

you would play outside with your grandfather, flying your tiny kite and playing catch with him 

until you noticed there was a boy lingering near the fence separating the both of your houses 

he was watching the relationship you had with your grandfather curiously, almost as if there were a bit of envy in his eyes 

being the kind child that you were, you went over to him and passed the small ball between the rungs of the fence to him 

shouto was hesitant, but eventually took the ball from your inviting grip and tossed it back and forth between his hands testingly

this began a little game between you two 

he would toss the ball over the fence, and you would throw it back over to him

you didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t come on the other side of the fence to visit properly, but that was okay

you two would spend hours by the fence, sitting and talking you would give him tiny daisy chains made from the flowers in your grandma’s garden 

he wouldn’t tell you, but he kept each one you gave him on his windowsill 

he would compliment you a lot, too

not that he knew what that meant, he was simply stating facts to you 

“i like your hair. it’s very pretty.” 

“you’re very strong. you throw over the ball like it’s nothing.” 

“you want to become a hero? i think you would be the best one.” 

“your smile makes me want to smile, too.”

all of his words make your heart do somersaults

sometimes when you’re sitting with your backs to the fence, leaning up against each other, you feel the heat of his left hand ghosting your fingers. you don’t know why that made you feel shy, but it did

one day before you were supposed to go back home to your parents’ house, you went to go say goodbye to shouto 

he was sitting there normally, but his head was hung low so you couldn’t quite see his face 

as you approached him, you noticed that there was a bandage covering his left eye 

“sho?” 

he said nothing as you sat down 

“mom says i have to go now,” you tell him. he says nothing, again 

“um… are you okay?” 

an indiscernible noise comes from the small boy. you press your face right up against the one barrier separating you two. he looks up to see you worried. you didn’t like seeing him so upset

then an idea came to you

“before i go.. let me kiss it better.” 

shouto looked at you in bewilderment

“you’re not… afraid?” 

“no, why?” you asked in a confused manner, yet shouto remained hesitant 

“come here, please,” you asked of him, “before mom catches me kissing a boy.” 

pink dusting over his cheeks, he slowly crawled his way over to where you still kept your face against the fence. your gentle lips met the fabric of his bandage. the scent of something burnt catching in your nose as you did 

“you’ll come back?” shouto asked quietly. you nodded, promising him 

he nodded back in understanding, the tiniest of smiles appearing across his features 

“i’ll be waiting.”

katsuki bakugou

you had been in the same class since kindergarten, meaning that you knew him before he had his quirk 

even so, you thought he was pretty cool 

the reason for that? well, you weren’t exactly the most well liked kid in school. children were ruthless, and there was always a bottom of every social ladder between preschoolers

you got teased a lot. they pulled your hair, made fun of the way you cried, poked fun at the shoes and shirts you wore despite them being your favourite ones 

you were different. they didn’t like that 

the world seemed completely against you

during a colouring activity, the box of crayons you were holding was smacked out of your hands. your bottom lip quivered as the same boy taunted you to no end about how clumsy you were 

you simply bent over to pick them up before hearing another voice call out 

“oi, picking on small fries like that is lame.” 

looking to your left stood katsuki bakugou, looking bored and disinterested in helping you out. but your bully stopped in his tracks. being called lame?? by the great tiny katsuki bakugou?? 

no one had ever stood up for you like that 

even though he didn’t help you pick up your crayons, it felt like you had some type of ally in this class

slowly, you connected two and two together 

if you stayed around bakugou, no one could pick on you anymore! so you glued yourself to him practically every day 

at first, he found it annoying, but after seeing that you admired him up close, he liked the attention that feuled his ego, so he kept you around 

because you followed him around so much, you picked up a lot of things from him. he taught you how to defend yourself, and you taught him that some extras didn’t deserve as much attention as he was giving him. it was better to walk away sometimes

you ate lunch together, he came over to your house to play heroes and villains, he even showed you his secret all might poster collection. you were his person to talk to

he even had a katsuki bakugou™ nickname for you: small fry 

you two were quite the duo. bakugou went from simply tolerating you, to gradually beginning to care for you being around

and as you grew up with him, he caught himself beginning to admire the strong, gorgeous person you had become all on your own. it seemed he had developed a bit more than just a simple friendship bond with you

did he ever tell you that? fuck no 

you knew bakugou had always been rather… brash 

but you absolutely drew the line in the sand when he wouldn’t stop picking on midoriya for being quirkless. that one day where you walked into that classroom to meet bakugou and his group of friends only to see bakugou telling some green haired kid to jump off the building because he would never make it into ua without a quirk. he was different

bakugou turned to leave and he saw you standing in the doorway with a bit of an angry, hurt expression on his face

“small fry, thought you were never gonna show up.” 

“... lame.”

“hah? what did you say?” 

“i said it’s lame picking on small fries like that just because they’re different,” you spat at him. his eyes stayed fixated on you as you walked past him, helping the smaller boy off the floor and asking if he was okay 

normally, if it were anyone else, bakugou wouldn’t care. at all

but it was you

 you were different 

and all he did was act like he didn’t care. why? he didn’t know. but what he said to you that day came out rash and hurtful. you two had your fights before, but this had struck a chord with you. no one deserved to be treated like how you were back in preschool. that hurt

he didn’t realize how much you meant to him until you stopped inviting him over, you stopped eating lunch with him, you stopped texting and that bothered him 

the one person who he wanted to admire him didn’t anymore 

so it was a surprise to you that he waited for you to be finished your club after school to talk 

“small fry, listen. oi! i said listen up!” you kept walking, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist 

“what? what is it? what can you possibly say to make things better? how could you treat people like that?” 

“come back.” 

“what?” 

“i said, fuck- come back, y’know, eat lunch with all the extras again.” 

“no.” 

the frustration showed true on bakugou’s features. his cheeks were turning red, you figured from the anger he was feeling towards you yet his voice dropped 

“i didn’t mean that shit back there. i was angry. fuck, i.. you want me to apologize or some shit, right. heard you small fries like that.” he shifted uncomfortably, his clammy hand still holding your wrist in a firm grip, as if you would walk away from him any moment now 

“sorry, or whatever.” he mumbled out in the smallest voice you had ever heard bakugou speak in 

your heart stopped as he looked at you with such sincerity. you held his gaze, eyes locked on his before you shook your head

“i don’t forgive you for saying what you said and doing what you did, but i do trust you. and i know that you’re better than that. you’re not lame. but if you seriously do that again, i’m not giving you any more chances.” 

relief came flooding back to bakugou at your words, but his face fired up almost instantly as you moved your hand so that your fingers intertwined with his 

“now c’mon, the new all might special is airing tonight, if we hurry we can still make it to my house.” 

“don’t speak so fucking loud! ... damn small fry.”

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MinYul (IZ*ONE) - He’ll Never Be You

Request: naur i just got some minyul feeels and had to get this out of my system yike

Word Count: 4,058

Warnings: there is none all is safe my friends 

A/N: anything randomly in bold is their thoughts cuz,, idk minyul be having inner monologue moments ig

“It was so romantic, Yul! He held my hand and gave me his jacket! I swear I think I might be in love with him!” Minju squealed, kicking her legs up from where she lay on Yuri’s bed. The younger girl sat beside her, deep in thought. What was the difference between her and Hwang Hyunjin? She always held Minju’s hand and gave Minju her jacket when she was cold. Why was it such a special thing when he did it? Yuri huffed.

“Yuri, you good?” Minju asked, turning her head to look at her best friend. 

“Yeah, I’m fine dumbo. Just sick of hearing you sound like a lovesick puppy, that’s all.” Yuri joked, resorting to teasing in order to mask the pain in her chest; jealousy and sadness mixing together to leave harsh thoughts in the younger girl’s mind.  

“Don’t worry Yul, no need to be jealous. I’m sure someone will ask you out soon.” 

Yuri sighed. She sure was jealous, but it certainly wasn’t because she didn’t have anyone like Minju did. It was because Minju had someone that wasn’t her. 

“Cheer up buttercup. Wanna watch a movie?” Minju asked cheerily, unable to detect any of the inner turmoil currently spiralling in Yuri’s mind. The older didn’t even wait for Yuri to reply, grabbing the younger girl’s laptop and opening netflix. Yuri could only sit and watch as Minju picked a cheesy rom-com before snuggling into Yuri’s side. An action that had happened thousands of times before was now making Yuri stiffen like a statue, afraid Minju would hear the thumping of her heart as she nestled into her neck.

‘Friendship gets a lot harder when feelings are involved’, Yuri thinks to herself. 

-

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Yuri’s eyes flitted over to the kitchen sink, taking a breath as the splashes of water could be heard falling from the spout, the only other noise in the room apart from the steady breathing and occasional page turn from the girl in front of her. She tried her best to let the water distract her, tried to get her mind to focus on anything other than her best friend in front of her.

But they just wouldn’t.

They just couldn’t.

Unfortunately for Yuri, some part of her just couldn’t bear to keep her eyes off Minju for more than a minute. Maybe it was the way her dark locks framed her face as she focused on her homework; maybe it was the way she chewed her lip in concentration; or maybe it was just everything about her that drove Yuri crazy. The younger girl sighed softly as her eyes raked over her friend once more, her unfinished homework a mere memory of the past as her mind became overwhelmed with the same thing it a;ways did these days - Kim Minju.

“You’re going to burn a hole through me soon if you don’t stop staring, Yul.”

Yuri jumped as her best friend finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of them. She cleared her throat abruptly, muttering out a small apology before looking back down at her half-written essay in an attempt to hide her now flushed cheeks behind her hair. 

“I’m kidding, you dummy. What’s up? Are you stuck on your work or something?” Minju asked, leaning over the table to poke her friend on top of her head.

“U- Um no, I’m okay Min, don’t worry-”

“Yul it’s okay! Let me help.” The older girl said, moving around the kitchen table to sit right next to Yuri. The younger girl’s breath hitched at Minju’s closeness, doing her best to keep composed as Minju read over her page, leaning into her side to get a better look.

“Yuri, this is really good! I don’t understand what’s wrong.” Minju said, turning to look at her friend who was looking everywhere but back at her. Minju sighed before leaning onto the table, propping her head up on her hand as she tried to catch Yuri’s eye.

“Jo Yuri.”

“Uh, yeah?” 

“What’s up with you lately? You’re not acting like the Yul I know, and it’s weirding me out. Is there anything you wanna talk about?” She said, her voice a bit softer now as she brushed a strand of hair behind Yuri’s ear. The smaller girl finally looked up at her, a sad look in her eye as she tried to speak to Minju, but the words just wouldn’t come. 

Minju was right, and Yuri couldn’t deny it. She had stopped teasing the girl, stopped the skinship, just stopped being cuddly old Yuri around Minju. Yuri could tell that the older girl hated these changes and knew something was up, but she just couldn’t tell her. She would never be able to tell her that lately, her every thought, her every worry, her every concern.. It was all about Minju. While she had always loved Minju since they’d become best friends in primary school, it was a different kind of love these days.

Those brown eyes she used to look in were now galaxies that pulled Yuri in and the younger girl never wanted to look away.

Her vanilla scent that had always seemed just too sweet to Yuri was now a flavour she wanted to drown herself in. 

The lips she used to smear ice cream on playfully to annoy the younger girl were now ones she wanted to kiss, over and over, and over again.

But, the fear.

The fear of losing years of friendship, memories, laughter, love… Yuri was way too afraid to say anything for fear she’d lose everything. Though it was hard being around the girl you love every day without being able to have her the way she really wanted, Yuri still kept quiet. She kept quiet around the only girl she was truly ever able to be her loud, bashful self around, and it was so obvious to the both of them that the balance in their friendship was majorly askew. 

'Fear is truly a powerful thing when it wants to be', Yuri thinks to herself as she repeats the same excuse she’s given to Minju for the last few weeks. 

“I can’t talk to you about this one, Min. But I’m alright, I promise.”

Minju nodded softly, a disheartened look on her face. Yuri's heart clenched in pain to see those eyes tinged with sadness, especially knowing it was because of her, but she just couldn't tell her. Not now, not when there was so much at stake.

The older girl sighed out once again, feeling dejected as she moved back to her own seat. Her mind was racing at a mile a minute, wondering what could be bothering Yuri so bad that she couldn't even tell Minju anything about it. The two had never kept secrets from one another before, so it truly hurt Minju to be iced out this way.

The girls worked in a now deeply uncomfortable silence, both of them stuck between an atmosphere of wanting to talk but also wanting to run away from the issue completely. It was clear to anyone that Yuri was the one who wanted to do most of the running.

Once the sun began to set, Yuri used an excuse of her mom calling her home, quickly packing her bag and darting out of the older girl's kitchen. This left Minju alone with her thoughts, which quickly began to spiral.

‘This isn't my Yul, something is seriously wrong here.

She's been iffy for a while now, but today was something more.

There had never been a second of awkwardness between us before, ever, but today...

It was almost hard to breathe, sitting in that horrible silence.

She can't tell me, but why?

The only reason Yuri would keep something from me is if it was about me...?

Is it about me?

Did I hurt Yul?

God. What did I do to make her so uneasy around me...?’

Minju shut her eyes tight in an attempt to block out her inner monologue, her head falling into her palms as she sat at the kitchen table. Yuri was her rock, her partner in crime, her... whatever! Yuri was someone she couldn't live without. The girl she relied so heavily upon was building a wall between them, one she had to break down before the last brick could be placed.

Minju could never last a day without Yuri, her Yul, by her side.

-

While Minju wallowed in her sorrows at home, Yuri fared no better. She said a quick hello to her parents, blurting out some excuse as to why she was skipping dinner and making a beeline for her room.

The young girl threw herself into her bed, letting her covers swallow her up, just as her emotions had been doing to her lately. She closed her eyes and desperately searched for sleep, but it never came.

Just as it had been for every night for the last few months, the same thing ran through her mind.

‘Minju,

Minju,

Minju.’

While she thought keeping her feelings to herself would keep their friendship afloat, it seemed that things were going downhill whether she spoke to Minju about it or not. Just why did these things have to be so complicated?

'Stupid Minju for being so stupidly irressistible', she thought. 

Yuri huffed. Just why did Kim Minju think she could have so much power over her thoughts and emotions anyway? Stupid frog. Stupid Minju and her stupid charming smile, her stupid kissable lips, the stupid way she held Yuri's hand as they walked, the stupid way she cuddled closer to Yuri during sleepovers because she wasn't fond of the dark.

‘Stupid. It's all stupid’, Yuri thinks.

After going through a few more mental battles of anger and sadness, she finally found the sleep she had been chasing. So with one loud yawn and a flutter of her eyes closed, Yuri fell into dream land with only one thought remaining in her mind.

‘God, I'm so fucking in love.’

-

The next day went by, and both girls were left in radio silence. Minju felt the younger needed space, and Yuri didn't know what she was doing at all.

She spent her time mindlessly scrolling through Instagram on her bed, trying to keep her thoughts away from Minju. However, it truly was just her luck when the girl in question popped up on her feed. It was a picture posted by Hwang Hyunjin, and it was a selfie with Minju. She was pressed into his side, a wide smile on her face as he held her close to him. Yuri let her eyes drift down to the caption, her breath hitching as she saw the simple heart emoji on her screen. Her heart dwindled even further when she saw Minju's response; a matching heart emoji.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for the two, no sudden confession of love, but to Yuri, it just shattered her already torn heart once again.

A tear rolled down Yuri's cheek.

A bitter laugh fell from her lips as she pictured herself. 'Jo Yuri, crying over a fucking emoji?' What had become of her?.

She told herself that over and over again, but she knew it was more. It wasn't just an emoji, it was the fact that Hyunjin had a chance with Minju that Yuri could never even dream of having.

Hyunjin was just Minju's type. Tall, athletic, handsome - everything Yuri just about wasn't. She scoffed, cursing the boy in her head, wishing she hadn't seen it. Wishing these overbearing feelings would go away. Wishing Minju was by her side, holding her close and keeping her safe.

But wishing does nothing but remind people of what they don't have.

-

The weekend dragged by for both girls.

Minju spent most of it with Hyunjin, cuddling up and watching movies for hours on end. However, as happy as she thought she should be, it just didn’t feel that way for her. Hyunjin was lovely, he truly was, and he cared for her, he really did. But for Minju, it just didn’t feel right. 

He just wasn’t Yuri.

He didn’t make her feel warm inside like Yuri did. He didn’t make her laugh by making fun of all the characters in the movies they watched like Yuri did. But Minju said nothing. Falling for anyone is scary, but falling deep for your best friend is even scarier. She never felt like Yuri would ever love her back so she did her best to move on and find comfort in others. 

Hyunjin wasn’t Yuri. But if she couldn’t be with Yuri, then he was enough.

Just as it had for Minju, time also ticked despairingly slowly for Yuri who had spent the weekend without Minju for the first time in years.

By the time Monday rolled around, Yuri could barely drag herself out of bed for school. She haphazardly threw on her uniform while mentally preparing a plan for the day that would allow her to avoid Minju. She decided that if she can't be with her, she would have to distance herself. The pain of loving someone so close to you was more suffocating than anything Yuri had ever experienced before, she just couldn't take it.

However, Yuri's plan immediately went awry when she opened her front door and saw her best friend there waiting for her. Minju gave her a small smile, the gesture fading as Yuri didn't reciprocate it.

"Yul-"

"Come on, Min, we'll be late." Yuri said abruptly, speeding last the older girl. Yuri didn't want her to speak, hearing the soft tone in her voice only made her heart clench more for the brunette.

It took only a minute for Minju to catch up, the older girl stopping Yuri by grabbing her by the wrist.

"Yuri, we won't be late. Now will you cut the bullshit and just talk to me?" Minju said, her brows furrowing. Yuri looked away again, trying to find an escape from the situation. Minju grabbed the younger's cheeks, forcing her to look her in the eyes.

For a moment, Yuri's world stops. She almost forgets her predicament when Minju looks at her, her eyes holding a mixture of worry and sadness as she looks down at the younger of the two. In an ideal world, Yuri would have already kissed the pout off her face, pulling her back inside her home to skip school and spend the day wrapped in one another's arms.

But this isn't an ideal world.

"Yul, whatever's going on with you, we need to talk it out. You're my best friend! Who's gonna be there with me every step of the way if it isn't you?" She asked earnestly.

For some reason, the sadness in the pit of Yuri's stomach began to turn to anger at Minju’s words. She just couldn’t help it. 

"I don't know. Hyunjin, maybe?" She asked, a coldness to her voice. Minju's hands dropped back down to her sides. Yuri already missed her warmth.

"What does Hyunjin have to do with anything Yuri? Why are you always like this when it comes to him..." Minju muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

"He has everything to do with this Minju. I'm like this because... because I don't like him. One fucking bit." Yuri continued, the anger bubbling up now. She knew she had no reason to get so pissed at Minju, or even Hyunjin, but sometimes, with love comes jealousy. Once that green monster rises up within her, Yuri finds it almost impossible to suppress it. 

"Yul, he's really nice! He brought me on a lovely date this weekend, I'm sure you'd get along with him just fine! He-"

"Minju, don't you get it? Don't you get it at all?" Yuri's fists clenched with how hard she was trying to keep her tears in right now. Minju shook her head, fear gracing her features as she watched her best friend, the small girl now overcome with anger.

"I- I won't like your stupid boyfriend and I won't ever like him because-"

A hiccuped breath interrupted Yuri's words as a cause of the hot tears that were now streaming down her face, her balled fists not bothering to wipe them away.

"Because?" Minju pressed, needing answers.

But Yuri stayed silent.

"Yuri, jesus fucking christ will you just talk? Whatever you have to say can't be that bad-"

"Because I'm in love with you."

Minju froze. 

‘She was what?’

"I'm in love with you Minju. I know you don't feel the same but I have to tell you because this weight, the fucking weight of being around you, being scared to touch you for fear I might fall even further, being scared to say too much in case I scare you away... it's too much for me Minju."

Yuri inhaled. She said it.

Minju was silent.

Yuri took it as a sign.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let this come between us. I hope he treats you right." Yuri said finally, her tears falling even harder than before. She took one last look up at her best friend's face and wished desperately that she hadn't, because the look of shock there seemed to tell her everything she needed to know. 

So she turned back to her house, trudging slowly as the consequences of her actions began to dawn on her.

With every step, she hoped, prayed, wished, for Minju to call her back, to hold her tight, to tell her everything would be okay. But she didn't.

So Yuri continued walking away.

Alone.

-

Two weeks had passed.

Yuri was lucky, with midterm rolling around she didn't have to make excuses to stay away from Minju or from school, locking herself up inside her bedroom for the two weeks.

As the days ticked by, Yuri tried to convince herself that this was right, and this was how life was going to be now. She didn't need Minju, she didn't need the pain or the heartbreak in her life.

‘But lying to yourself doesn't always work does it?’

It doesn't, Yuri thinks, as she spends another night staring at her phone. She waits and waits, willing for it to ring. She wants to hear her voice and her laugh, and talk to her about her worries. Minju had always been her safe place to go after something had gone wrong in life.

Where does Yuri go when Minju is the problem that went wrong?

(The phone never rings. Yuri doesn't get to hear her voice.)

-

There were two days of midterm left, and Yuri was dreading going back to school. She'd be obviously alone there, with no comfort of being able to pretend life doesn't exist inside the safe confines of her bedroom walls.

Yuri felt herself about to drift off into another countless nap, until her serenity was broken by a knock at her door. Her mom was there, a look of pity on her features.

"There's someone here for you."

Yuri nodded, heading down to the door. She stepped outside, looking down at her feet until she heard the sound of the other person clearing her throat.

"Yul,"

Followed by a sigh.

"Can you look at me, please?"

Yuri looked up, meeting eyes with the one girl she wanted to run a mile away from right now. Yuri couldn’t help but notice that she looked tired, and more worn out than she'd ever seen her before.

"We need to talk, huh?"

Yuri nodded, following Minju as she moved to sit on the steps of Yuri's porch. They sat in silence for a little while, until finally, Yuri spoke.

"Hi."

It was quiet, said in a voice small enough that would've been missed if Minju wasn't listening to the younger so intently.

"Hi, Yuri." She said with a soft chuckle, taking in the appearance of the younger girl. She had her hair in a messy bun, dressed in sweatpants and a baggy hoodie. Yuri looked straight ahead, feeling nervous as Minju surveyed her.

"You never let me speak, you know." Minju started, puzzling the younger girl.

"Huh?" She asked, turning to meet Minju who had a small smile on her features.

"Well, I know my Yul is dramatic but I didn't think it was this bad." She continued, chucking a small bit. Yuri wasn't impressed.

"Minju, if you've come here just to make fun of me, then you can go right back home." She said sternly, her brows only knitting further as Minju's chuckle turned into a laugh.

"Seriously, Yuri. You might be the stupidest person I've ever met. What kind of person confesses their love to someone then runs away from them before they can even reply?" She says, letting out a disbelieving laugh before scooting closer to Yuri.

"I... I don't know. You just looked shocked and I didn't want to be rejected by you so I just.. left."

"Yuri, what did I tell you about assuming things before they happen?" Minju said, her voice still teasing.

"What do you mean?" Yuri questioned, her eyes locking with Minju’s. She searched the other girl’s dark orbs for answers, but they revealed nothing, her features untelling of what the older girl was about to say next. 

"I love you too, Yuri. You fucking idiot." Minju confessed, the end of her sentence turning to a whisper as she got lost in Yuri’s eyes. Just as the younger girl was about to speak up, Minju silenced her. 

Closing the small gap between her face and Yuri’s, Minju couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as she heard her friend’s gasp of surprise before she began to kiss her back. 

Minju’s stomach filled with butterflies. This was it, the feeling she was looking for. She never felt like this when she kissed Hyunjin, or anyone else. It was always Yuri.

It’ll always be Yuri, she thinks as she pulls away, admiring her best friend’s blushing features. They both stared at one another, neither wanting to be the one to break the serene silence that had enveloped them. It was Yuri who eventually spoke up, her eyes turning to crescents that made Minju’s heart race as she smiled.

"If being called a fucking idiot means I get to kiss you like that again, then don't ever call me anything else." Yuri said, half joking, half deadly serious. Minju couldn't help but start laughing at Yuri's dorkiness, the younger soon joining her. While they had spent so much time together over the years, not a single moment had ever made them feel as complete as they did now. 

-

The two sat on Yuri’s front porch for the next few hours, watching the sunset as their hands were intertwined, Yuri's head resting softly on Minju's shoulder.

"I can't believe you were going to date Hwang Hyunjin instead of me." Yuri said, poking fun at Minju.

"Hey! How the hell was I ever supposed to know you liked me back? You have the emotional capacity of a pebble, there's no way I could've guessed!" Minju said, making the two of them break down into laughter.

"A pebble? That's so rude!"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm sure pebbles express their emotions much better than you do." Minju replied, a teasing lilt to her voice.

You're so annoying. You frog." Yuri said, her actions betraying her words as she nestled closer into Minju's side.

"A frog, maybe. But your frog at least." The older girl replied, pressing a small kiss to the crown of her head, smiling.

"Mm. My frog. My stupid, annoying, beautiful, frog." Yuri said finally, pressing a soft kiss to Minju's neck before closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep against Minju, the fading sun still keeping her warm as the evening passed by.

Minju took a deep breath as she appreciated her surroundings. She had the girl of her dreams cuddled into her, a beautiful sunset in front of her, and a powerful feeling of warmth and love in her chest that she had never felt before. Her thoughts returned to the girl tucked into her side as she too began to close her eyes, letting her mind wander as she allowed herself to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

‘Jo Yuri.

Stupid Jo Yuri.

My Jo Yuri.’

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school’s out, let’s go get some ice cream; peter parker

request: part 2 to my heart flutters when i see you!

word count: 2,848

warnings: idk cute dumb teens. i didn’t edit this?

a/n: thank you guys for liking part 1 enough to want a part 2!! listened to this while writing. disclaimer, the store mentioned here isn’t a real store. also, i used some virginia woolf quotes here. they will be bolded. love you!! <3

tags: @kaliforniacoastalteens (if you wanna be tagged in future fics, just ask <3)

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Summer was burning out and while that never necessarily meant the end of crime, autumn seemed to be slowing down the criminals in Queens. Not that Peter wanted people to do bad things and break the law, but it was awfully boring (not to mention it’d be incredibly hard to impress Mr. Stark when there was nothing to impress him with). He’s nearly forgotten all of his hobbies while he was busy being Spider-man. He wasn’t quite sure what to do after school one day when he noticed that for about a week now, the only thing he’s done as Spider-man was occasionally direct lost people to their destination. And maybe it wasn’t just criminals that slowed in autumn; the entire city moved with a lag and Peter hasn’t seen a single jogger for the last two weeks. There was at first something peaceful about it but his head was always racing so something that should be considered a blessing was now the source of aching boredom for him. He really needed to do something new.

The first week of October became painfully still when Ned was pulled away to visit some relatives in another state for a while. He didn’t have any other friends that were as close to him as Ned, no one else shared every interest of his, and on the way to Biology one day he considered putting on his suit and swinging around the city just so he was doing something.

You glance at Peter as he walks into the classroom and you notice how disinterested he looks– it’s a look you haven’t seen on him for at least a year now. That boy’s eyes always shone, even in the dark they twinkled. There’s something up when that innocent light fades.

“Peter!” You called out and he meets your gaze. “C’mere.”

He shuffles over to you and sits next to you. “Uh, hey, Y/N.”

“How’re you feeling?” You offer a smile that he doesn’t return.

“Fine,” he answers, and then he’s gone again; he moves robotically as he pulls out his textbook while his mind is far away from this school and this city. You sigh, deciding to leave him be for now. You know better than to handle his gentleness with pushiness.

The class moves slowly, as Peter expected. You spent most of your time remembering that one time you told Peter that Michelle overheard him and he had gone red within a second and started apologizing over and over. You had told him that you really appreciated that he thought that and that it made you happy. Now, you wish you had said something smarter. Wittier. Better. Something that didn’t sound as obvious as “It means a lot coming from you.”

You clicked your pen. It’s over and done with. You shouldn’t worry about it. And then you smile to yourself because it feels a lot better to stop stressing over things you can’t change.

The final school bell rings for the day and you gather your things and shove them in your backpack. You fish you wallet out and check how much cash you have. Forty dollars should be enough.

“Peter?” You stand up next to him. He seems to snap out of whatever world he was in.

“Yeah?” He quickly starts to slide his belongings into his bag.

“Let’s go get ice cream.” You grin at him.

“W-What?” He looked up at you.

“Ice cream, you and me,” you say, grabbing his hand and tugging at him.

“Wait, why?” He stumbles as he stands up, nearly knocking his chair over. “Y/N!”

You pull him out of the classroom and head for the exit. “School’s out, let’s go get some ice cream. You need something fun.”

Peter sputters a bit more before quieting and simply letting you lead him off campus. You don’t let go of his hand, even when you enter the sluggish streets of Queens’ autumn. He dared to close his fingers around your hand and glanced up to find a giddy smile on your face. It took him a moment, but soon he shared that smile, glad to be doing something other than wondering what to do.

You led him to a street he rarely ever visited as Spider-man and has never been to as Peter. The street was far too quiet for a city street and it gave him some odd feeling of being foreign, stronger than when he was in Berlin. He pulled his hand away from yours nervously and you looked at him questioningly (and disappointedly).

“Ah, sorry,” Peter mumbled. “My-My hand’s getting sweaty.”

You playfully elbowed him, but didn’t take his hand again out of respect. “Mine, too.” You laugh gently. To your joy, Peter laughed a bit, too. Maybe he’s coming back.

“So, um, why’d you bring me here?” He asked as you crossed the empty street together, approaching a small but tidy sweets shop by the name of Fairy Floss.

“You look pretty down today,” you answered. “You’ve honestly looked awfully depressed lately, but today especially. I don’t know all the details– and don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to– but you should take better care of yourself.”

“Take care? I’m fine.” Peter went for the door but you beat him to it and let him in first. “And I’m not depressed.”

“Pete, I might not be as close to you as Ned is, but I know you better than you think I do.” You wish that was as deep as it sounded. You’ve just been around him long enough to notice the not-as-obvious about him. You wish you had gotten closer to him before the internship, it’s taken up most of his free time (although lately he hasn’t been as busy, which made you happy). “Something’s going on and I think it’s high time you think about yourself.”

Peter chokes something out and looks down, hands fiddling. You walk into the shop after him and tug him over to the counter. There’s an old woman behind the counter with a kind face and tired eyes. You smile gently at her.

“Hey, Milena,” you make sure to speak softly to her.

“Y/N, I haven’t seen you for a few weeks.” Her voice is gravelly and older than her body. “Have you finally brought me the Peter boy?”

You blush faintly, hoping she wouldn’t say anything about what you’ve said about him to her. You talk to her almost exclusively about Peter. “Yeah.”

Peter looked at you, clearly confused, but Milena beat you to it.

“Y/N tells me about you sometimes. You’re a lovely boy, Peter.” She staggers out of her chair and limps over to the counter. “What can I get for you, darling?”

“U-Uh…” Peter quickly looks up at the menu that was displayed behind Milena. “R-Rocky road ice cream?”

“And the usual for me, please. Both large cups.” You add, then bring Peter over to a table so that Milena can work. Once you sat down in front of Peter, you decided to try to talk to him.

“D’you want to tell me what’s going on with you?” You spoke barely above a whisper. “‘Cause I know you’re not feeing too great.”

“I, uh, I just–“ He shrugged. “I don’t know. I– yeah. I don’t know.”

You don’t know how to poke at him, so you just try to be careful. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” he says.

“How have you felt lately, then?”

“Um… bored, I guess?”

“Bored?”

“Yeah… yeah. Maybe stuck.”

“Ah.” You’ve felt like that before. Last summer break, you were feeling like that. So you did something about it. “Do something new.”

“What?”

“You need to do something new.” You sit back in your chair and smile at him.

“Like–Like what?” He stays in his hunched over position.

“I don’t know. Have you ever gone parasailing?”

“Parasailing?”

You laughed lightly. “It was pretty fun. Not as extreme as you’d think it is. But my point is, do something new. Actually, it doesn’t even have to be new. Do something you don’t do often.”

“But… What? I–I don’t really get, uh, what you’re getting at.” Peter played with the sleeves of his sweater, looking out of the shop’s window. There’s nothing moving outside.

“You said you felt bored and stuck. It’s been pretty dead around the city lately so sometimes you gotta go decide to do something yourself.” You shrug. “It worked for me last summer. Go live your best life.”
 “But I–“

Milena walked out from the back room with two cups of ice cream. “Kids?”

You stand up, but Peter’s already walking to the counter so you sit back down.

Peter smiles nervously at Milena, who seems to wear a permanent smile. “Uh, thanks, Miss.”

“You’re very welcome, Peter,” she croons. Then, she chuckles lightly and motions for Peter to lean toward her. When he does, she whispers in his ear, “I can see that look in your eyes when you look at Y/N. She shares it. Just in case you ever foolishly forget; she’s never not thinking of you.”

And then she leaves him with that whisper, limping her way to the back room. Peter is fairly sure she knows what she was talking about, but he didn’t want to believe it. Well, he did want to believe that Milena was saying that Y/N likes him back, but believing that would be dangerous if she were wrong about you. He hoped she wasn’t wrong. He hoped that whatever he chose to believe about that was the right choice.

“Isn’t she nice?” You ask Peter as he sits down with the ice cream, giving you your respectful cup. You pick up the spoon that came with it. “Milena is my mother’s friend. She’s an odd woman but that’s what’s so endearing about her.”

“Y–Yeah. She’s nice.” He mumbled and glanced out the window again. There was still nothing moving.

You opted to talk about something less serious while you ate with him, getting him to hold a conversation with you about a terrible gym teacher, a stupid Spanish project, an upsetting pop quiz in World History, and whatever else you two talked about. You saw a faint twinkle in his eyes and you grinned.

“I have an idea,” you say once you both have finished eating. “I know where to go.”

“What? Where?” Peter looked up at you.

“You’ll see. Can you throw this away for me, please? I need to go pay.” He nearly argued with you but then realized he didn’t bring any money, so he nodded and picked up your empty cups, going to throw them away as you walked over to the counter, pulling out your wallet.

Milena gives you a knowing look and mumbles to you, “She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. With Stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets.”

You frowned at her. “The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.” You set down a twenty dollar bill and shake your head when she reached to give you change.

“And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover,” she says, then waves you off. You sigh and roll your eyes, walking away from Milena and her encouragement. You know that Peter doesn't like you.

“So, where are we going?” Peter asks when you meet him at the door. This time, he opens it for you.

“You’ll see, Pete. It'll be fun.” You walk out and offer your hand, which he takes (you're relieved, if he didn't you would have left him right there out of embarrassment).

“Can you give me a hint?” He presses, walking with you away from the shop and away from the lifeless street. Finally, a car drove by, and Peter smiled a bit.

“Hmm,” you considered saying no, but you decided to humor him. “It's a dark place.”

“D–Dark?” He gives you a look, face a bit pink and you bite back a laugh.

“Yep, dark.” You winked playfully but he didn't pick up on the humor and instead blushed more.

“Oh,” he said simply, and you silently snorted at the possibilities of what he was thinking. The deep red of his cheeks were a good indicator as to what exactly he could be imagining.

It was a good while before you arrived to your destination, but it was worth the long walk. You stopped in front of an arcade, still holding Peter’s hand.

“An arcade?” He mumbled.

“There's something even better inside.” You open the door and walk in with him, leading him around the busy children and teenagers and a few adults and bring him to the back, where there was a line in front of a big door. Above it was the label Lazer Tag.

“And here we are!” You grinned.

“Woah. I haven't played laser tag since last year.” Peter looks up with a childish glint in his eyes, not as bright as usual but it was a good sign.

“I figured. You should come more often.” You pull him over into the line, joining the other waiting teens and children. “Isn't this better than doing whatever you were planning to do today?”

“Do you mean my plans to do nothing?” You both laugh, and Peter dares to believe what Milena told him because you looked far too beautiful when you laughed for him to not want to take a chance. So he started easy. “Hey, Y/N. That Milena lady from the shop likes Virginia Woolf, right?”

You froze. Milena, don't tell me you did it. “Y-Yeah. Why?”

“Um, nothing.” He didn't want to just say that she told him you liked him. She could still be wrong. “She just quoted something to me…”

“What did she say?” You successfully repressed the suspicious tone in your voice, but you still seemed a bit serious.

“Uh…” Peter’s heart raced as he thought of a non-romantic Virginia Woolf quote. “I-I’m sick to death of this particular self. I want another?”

“She hates that one.” You squinted, trying to figure out a reason Milena would say that to Peter. What was she trying to say?

Luckily for you, the line starts moving and you're soon occupied with putting on the heavy lazer tag vests and grabbing your guns. You stand to the side of the dark room with Peter, waiting for the others on your team to finish.

“Y/N?” His heart hasn't stopped racing.

“Yeah?”

“I-I lied. She didn't say that.” He admitted and rubbed his sweating palms together.

“What… What did she say?”

An employee told everyone to enter the lazer tag room and you again ceased the conversation, gathering in your team’s base. The only light came from the glowing decorations of the room and everyone’s vests. You still couldn't see very well, and neither could Peter. As the count down started from ten, you leaned over to Peter and whispered to him, “Peter, what did she say?”

“S-She…” He swallowed hard. “Just in case you ever foolishly forget; she's never not thinking of you.”

The count down ends and everyone files out of the base, but you pull Peter to a hidden corner of the room that you frequently used whenever you played here. Damn it, Milena. You both crouch down, pressing close together to try to hide from the opposing team that was no doubt wandering around close by.

“Look,” you whisper as someone started the music. Your eyes burned but you wouldn’t cry here. Not because of this. “I’m really sorry she said that to you. She- I… I’m sorry. It’s–It’s true, what she said about me, but I know that you don't like that. I’m sorry, Peter. You can forget about this.”

Oh my god, Peter screamed in his head. Oh my god, she likes me. She likes me back. His voice shook terribly as he recited one of the only Virginia Woolf quotes he knew well, “I-I would never re-write you. You are b-by far my most complete and greatest novel.”

You looked up at him in wonder. Did he really just say that? You nearly doubted your own sense of reality, but then you noticed something. Peter’s eyes shone bright, wide and childish and full of dreams. He was back. You slowly placed a hand on his face, still having trouble with the dark, and felt around for his lips with your thumb. His face was warm, he was probably blushing. You were, too.

Slowly, slowly, you leaned in. You leaned your forehead on his until you could feel his breath on your lips. He didn't pull back. So, you leaned forward, just a bit, and let your lips press to his.

“The sky stuck to them, the birds sang through them.” — Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse